Watching the scene unfold before them, everyone rubbed their eyes, thinking they must be seeing things.
But still, there was Liang Qing on one knee, coughing up blood on the ground.
While Blackie stood a short distance away, looking at him with contempt.
What the hell was going on?
This special recruit is actually this strong? Just a casual punch, and he sent Liang Qing—who was going all out—flying?
Well, you couldn't really blame them.
After all, these past few days, He Xiangwang's faction had been spreading word everywhere that the special recruits were weak, and most people just went along with it without thinking for themselves.
This kind of mindlessness, while stupid, is honestly just how people are. Most folk will latch onto some half-baked rumor and treat it as gospel, never mind the whole 'seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving' principle—they just mash their faces to the keyboard and sound off.
