THUD.
Ponte didn't even have time to react before his head slammed heavily onto the ground. It was the first time in his life his head had hit the floor, causing a sudden rush of dizziness that made him want to vomit.
Before he could throw up, a loud BANG sounded, and the shattered dining table rushed towards him like a torrential downpour.
Armaniyaz instinctively swung his fists and feet to counter. He wasn't just relying on brute strength but using Gentle Tai Chi to make the approaching fragments collide in mid-air. The pieces then perfectly avoided the two of them, all sticking into the carpeted floor like thrown knives.
Ponte yelled, "Armaniyaz, what the hell are you doing?"
Normally, his legs could exert enough force to jump more than ten meters—a common feat. Now, the two of them were less than three meters from the window.
That guy actually couldn't jump out. Not only did he end up back where he started, but he also made Ponte fall to the ground.
