Chapter 51: Would You Believe Me If I Said I Practice a Lost Martial Art?_1

Zhang Jing's warning was timely, but it was still too late.

In many traffic accidents, pedestrians usually don't realize a car is bearing down on them until the very last moment.

So when that car crossed over the green belt and headed towards them, Zhang Jing's shout to dodge came too late—his words had barely finished when the car was just a few meters away from him.

In the nick of time, someone appeared in front of them and kicked towards the approaching car.

However, against machinery, human strength is akin to using one's arm to block a vehicle...

Bang!—

Under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, the car that was about to hit them was abruptly brought to a halt by that kick, making its rear end lift high into the air.

Even when that person put their foot down, there was a large dent in the front end of the car's bumper.

Everyone was stunned by the scene.

It took over ten seconds for someone to recover from the shock and exclaim: