Just like that, he sliced the goalpost into more than a dozen pieces.
Clang clang, they fell to the ground, the cut surfaces smooth as mirrors.
Quite a few spectators ran down and felt the cut edges over and over.
Then, someone shouted:
"This is just too unbelievable, what was used to slice the goalpost like this, the break is still hot, it's a bit scalding to the touch!"
"My God, the iron tubes of this goalpost must be five or six centimeters thick, yet they got cut as easily as tofu!"
"Indeed, it's like slicing tofu with a thin string, this... this is just too terrifying!"
...
Hei Dalong laughed smugly, waving his hand to have his three brothers chase the spectators back.
Turning, he looked at Shen Zhou and then around: "Everyone's watching, just now I demonstrated how I used this miraculous weapon to slice the goalpost into pieces. If I can slice through a goalpost, let alone this person."
