The speed of the fall was rapid, as if an invisible hand were pulling Liu Zheng downward.
Everything before his eyes played at double speed.
But each window was covered with a layer of shadow, obstructing all views within.
Recalling the security guard with triangular eyes mentioning scoring, Liu Zheng took a deep breath and curled himself into a ball.
The deformed core muscles fully activated, propelling his body to spin like a top.
Sixteen and a half rotations in the air!
Accompanied by a round of enthusiastic applause, he forcefully spread out his body just a second before hitting the ground.
Sixteen and a half air rotations followed by a vertical landing
The thunderous applause echoed throughout the entire district.
Liu Zheng, with most of his body suffering comminuted fractures and all organs bleeding severely, lay on the ground gazing at the gloomy sky.
Some indistinct figures appeared on the edge of the rooftop, making various gestures of admiration toward him.
