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"Thump, thump, thump!"
With a series of muffled thuds, burly men were sent flying from the crowd before crashing onto others.
Not a soul could halt Song Xiaodong's advance by even half a step, as the crowd parted like wheat before a bulldozer. In the blink of an eye, Song Xiaodong had cleared a path through them.
The onlooking guests were stunned, almost doubting their eyes. This was simply inhuman, like witnessing a superhero at work. After all, each of these burly men weighed no less than eighty kilograms, a hefty load even for an ordinary person to lift.
And now, they were being tossed around as if they weighed nothing. Was this something a human could even achieve?
At the eye of the storm, Shui Qingyue's eyes widened as she watched it all unfold. She saw Song Xiaodong collide with those men, bracing for the shock of the impact, yet she felt nothing, as if they were mere paper dolls, offering no resistance.