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Yang Ming never liked brawling in public places.
When it came to assassinations or attacking battleships, all he needed to worry about was concealment, and he could freely unleash his power.
This childish hand-to-hand combat with ordinary people required him to be mindful of the force he used and ensure he didn't stand out too much. If necessary, he even had to take a few hits and let out exaggerated cries of pain...
It was just too fake.
So, to avoid getting beaten up, Yang Ming decided to be straightforward this time.
Yang Ming casually grabbed half a bottle of champagne, took a couple of gulps to lighten its weight. Before the opponent could finish their meaningless, noisy monologue, Yang Ming swung the bottle forward with a forceful motion!
Instinctively, the opponent raised his hand to protect the most vital parts of his body.
Smack!
The entire hall fell silent.
