"Bang—" The man flew off the ground and crashed to the floor.
His lower back hit a pillar, causing him so much pain that he grimaced, his face still numb and tingling from the slap, and then his abdomen suddenly cramped violently.
Bent over and curled up, he was in so much pain he couldn't even speak, let alone shout.
Cold sweat streamed down his face as his stomach spasmed.
The reporters below were instantly terrified and swallowed nervously, "What the hell is this..."
What maneuver?
Today's press conference, with its enormous amount of information, had everyone still in shock. Having been frightened by the slaps all day, were they now switching to kicking?
But as the crowd regained their composure and looked again, there was suddenly an extra person on stage.
That person appeared suddenly from the shadows...
Dressed in black, with a cold and lofty demeanor, proud and stern.
"Second Master!" someone yelled out.
