Superman

What did it mean for a Porsche 911 weighing over a ton to be kicked into the air?

Even if it had only bounced a few centimeters, that still counted as a "paranormal event."

The Japanese youth whom Li Ye had knocked to the ground with his chest swallowed hard and shook his head desperately, hoping he was hallucinating.

But after shaking his head several times, he became even more terrified.

Because the right front wheel of his Porsche was crooked, obviously damaged.

Men loved cars. The moment this guy got out earlier, he had checked on his beloved vehicle. He knew very well that even if his Porsche 911 had been forcibly shoved over the curb by Li Ye's Ferrari, the tire would only have suffered minor damage. It should not have splayed out like a broken leg now.

After a long while, the Japanese youth finally muttered, "Superman."

Li Kaijian was also stunned. He knew Li Ye liked fighting, but he had never known he could fight this well.

Fortunately, Li Kaijian had heard some outrageous legends about "king soldiers" while in the army, so he did not immediately start thinking of Li Ye as Superman.

Fu Zhiman in the Porsche 911 and Fu Yiruo in the Ferrari both stared blankly at Li Ye, too shocked for words.

Was this guy even human?

My brother was actually this mighty?

As for Li Ye himself, he casually flicked his long leg, striking an extremely pretentious pose.

But if anyone could read minds, they would definitely have heard Li Ye's resentful cry: Fuck, that hurt.

Li Ye had the benefits of transmigration and could bring his body's potential to its limits, but he was not Superman after all. That kick had used every ounce of his strength. Under Newton's third