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"But he's not moving at all, where did he even exert force?" a worker asked.
"Look at his fingers," the time-honored brand said indifferently.
Everyone looked, and that was when they discovered a chaotic blur at Jiang Lu's fingertips as if something had twisted the space there.
"What is that?"
"That's... an afterimage!" the time-honored brand gasped, "It's his fingers and the trajectory of the defective products leaping, it's just too fast for us to see clearly."
Then there was a chorus of sharp intakes of breath.
That blurry feeling, as if the surrounding objects had become ethereal, was actually an afterimage?
Before they could take a closer look, Jiang Lu sped up again.
At the same time, a sharp explosive roar burst from within the afterimages, shaking the workers and making them instinctively cover their ears.
