At this moment, the thirty-odd people who had run out were squatting in a corner, staring intently in Zhang Fan's direction.
"Zeng Junxi, is there really nothing wrong with that brick?" someone asked, craning his neck.
To be honest, up to now, he still couldn't believe that someone could shatter eight bricks with a single palm.
Therefore, he was extremely suspicious about whether that brick was indeed intact.
Moreover, the bricks covered in moss made them even more skeptical.
"After it's over, you try it. Damn it, do you see my forehead?" Zeng Junxi retorted irritably.
Damn it, how dare they doubt the brick?
His head was still a bit dizzy at the moment.
He even suspected that someone had deliberately left that brick there on purpose—it was ridiculously hard.
Seeing Zeng Junxi's bright red forehead, they all gasped.
Damn, those were eight bricks!