Everyone felt a sudden jolt in their eardrums!
A resounding thud echoed from the distant stage.
Under the impact of the tremendous force, Miao Shaoshi was hurled several meters back. As he was about to hit the ground, a hand suddenly stretched out, yanking him up only to violently throw him back onto the stage.
Miao Shaoshi felt as though he was soaring through the mist before his tall body crashed hard onto the stage.
Jumping up in alarm, he shouted, "What happened?"
Xiao Qiang gave a soft smile, his hands clasped behind his back. "I'm sorry," he said, "it's not yet half an hour, as you proclaimed."
Miao Shaoshi howled and charged again, his iron-like body surging forward. However, Xiao Qiang's fingers flicked out again.
Thud! Miao Shaoshi's head suddenly sported a bump.
But this was just the beginning. Xiao Qiang nimbly moved around, appearing repeatedly in front, behind, left, and right of Miao Shaoshi. His fingers moved as though playing a zither.
