As Hu Zhicong was sent flying, his mind went blank. 'This isn't how it was supposed to go!'
THUD!~
After flying several more meters, he slammed hard onto the ground with a violent crash. A sharp pain shot through his body, and he couldn't stop himself from spitting up a mouthful of blood.
He stared wide-eyed at Chen Jincheng for a moment before passing out cold.
Suddenly, everything was quiet again.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Chen Jincheng.
When the man rushed onto the stage with a dagger, everyone thought disaster was about to strike. But what happened next was something no one could have possibly expected.
The man had been sent flying with an over-the-shoulder throw, just like a sandbag.
He had even flown several meters before the impact knocked him out cold.
'Is that something a normal person can even do?'
