"He crushed the basketball?"
"My God, how much strength did that take?"
"NO, that wasn't strength. That was magical Chinese Kung Fu—Chinese Kung Fu."
"What? Chinese Kung Fu is that powerful?!"
"Beat them up! Chinese Kung Fu, use Chinese Kung Fu to beat them up!"
"Oh my God, this is insane! Chinese Kung Fu is going to beat those ten guys' asses raw."
The people who had been quietly watching and filming were all shocked when they saw Lin Li crush the basketball. As though they had spotted a giant panda, those holding up their phones became even more enthusiastic about recording. In their minds, China was a mysterious nation, its mystery stemming from thousands of years of culture and its magical Chinese Kung Fu.
In their imaginations, Chinese Kung Fu was mysterious and powerful, capable of taking on a hundred or even a thousand enemies with ease. Hadn't they just watched that Chinese man casually crush a basketball? Which of the muscular men present could do that? None of them. Therefore, Chinese Kung Fu was incredible.
Some onlookers were even frightened enough to call the police.
"Hello, police? Chinese Kung Fu is about to beat up ten muscleheads here. Please get here quickly, it's urgent. Those ten muscleheads might get beaten to death."
Lin Li's move had not only stunned the onlookers, but also Jeters and his group.
They were stronger than ordinary people. All ten were broad, burly men who looked intimidating. Yet even men as strong as them could not crush a basketball with one bare-handed squeeze. How much strength would that require? They did not know. They only knew that no one here could do it, and Lin Li had done it with such terrifying ease.
"What's going on?"
"Could that be Chinese Kung Fu?"
"How