"Start the timer now!"
After Ye Feng nodded at the person keeping time, he glanced at the other patient's calf and waist, then placed his left hand on the patient's waist and calf, one hand above the other.
Crack!
Snap!
Immediately after, he seemed to draw his bow left and right, applying a slight force to the patient's calf and waist, which resulted in two crisp sounds.
"Done."
As his voice rang out, Ye Feng placed his hands behind his back, took a step back, and calmly looked at the timekeeper.
"Five seconds!"
The timekeeper was taken aback, then hastily stopped the stopwatch.
"Kid, do you think we're street performers who care only about speed and not quality?"
Wang Tianhong looked at Ye Feng with almost a crooked nose and scoffed.
Hearing his words, the onlookers nodded slightly in agreement.
Although Ye Feng took only five seconds, a fifteenth of the time Wang had used.
