Lin Beichen let out a cold snort, and the force in his foot erupted once again.
"Boom!"
Jia Yueqian felt as if his chest had been struck directly by a solid cannonball from a red artillery piece. His whole body, including his internal organs, seemed to be forcibly compressed together by the blow.
"Ahhhh!"
With a scream of utter agony, Jia Yueqian flew horizontally like a ragdoll, tumbling a dozen meters away, and then crashed heavily onto a dining table a dozen meters away.
Along with a deafening crash, the stainless steel dining table was bent directly from the middle due to the collision.
As for Jia Yueqian, who caused all this, at this moment his mouth and nose were askew, his head was bleeding, his nasal bridge was collapsed, and his chest was deeply caved in. He looked extremely miserable.
In contrast, Lin Beichen was unscathed, with a faint smile always on his face. Even the position where his feet stood hadn't moved an inch, as if nothing had happened at all.
