"Hit him!" someone proposed, grabbing an antique vase from the ground and throwing it at Xu Chunliang. Of course, it was a worthless fake.
Xu Chunliang stretched out his hand, cleverly caught the vase, and then returned it in the same manner, only at twice the speed.
The guy who threw it at him hadn't figured out what was happening when he saw the vase flying back at him exactly as before. He didn't even have time to dodge, and the vase hit him square in the face.
The quality of these high-fake goods was surprisingly good; when it hit his face, it didn't break. It shattered into pieces only after falling to the ground. The guy was struck so hard he saw black and fell straight to the ground.
Over a dozen people launched a long-range attack together, and for a moment, all kinds of counterfeit antiques flew toward Xu Chunliang.
Xu Chunliang was like someone with three heads and six arms, catching everything thrown at him and returning each one.
