The crowd saw a mountain of flesh flying through the air.
Just as the corpulent man was raising his foot to strike back, Tang Chuxia kicked him, sending him flying.
This was an experience the corpulent man had never had before. He had been tall and strong since he was a child, and with his family's pampering and belief in his great strength, which they took care to nurture—prioritizing his food—he had always been the most robust among his peers.
This led to quite a troublesome outcome.
No one had ever managed to kick him off his feet, yet Tang Chuxia, a good two sizes smaller, accomplished that effortlessly, without so much as blushing or panting.
If this wasn't Divine Power, then what was?
Who wouldn't be utterly shocked?
The scene went silent, and Tang Chuxia sighed, saying with a sense of resignation, "I didn't want to make a scene, but you forced my hand!"
