He picked up a box of toothpicks from the table.
Yang Qi casually flicked his hand, and the toothpicks instantly turned into darts.
WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ!
Dozens of men screamed as they collapsed, rolling on the ground and wailing nonstop. Don't underestimate the small toothpicks. They were imbued with Yang Qi's Spiritual Power, and their flight speed nearly rivaled that of bullets. While not fatal, getting hit by one was excruciatingly painful. Moreover, Yang Qi had targeted their acupoints to inflict even greater agony.
"Ah—it hurts so much!"
"Help!"
"It's so painful!"
The onlookers were all shocked beyond belief.
The leader was so terrified he nearly wet himself, his earlier arrogance completely vanished. He looked at Yang Qi in terror. "Are you a Martial Artist? You're actually a Martial Artist!"
"Cut the crap," Yang Qi sneered. "Is there anyone else? I'm giving you an opportunity today. Call whoever you want!"
