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He pressed down on Fang Zhixing's hand.
Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling somewhat speechless in his heart.
This burly man seemed very fierce and appeared to be very imposing.
But in reality, he was quite hollow.
His strength was only around forty thousand catties.
Too weak!
Fang Zhixing pursed his lips, slowly twisted his hand back, and then pressed it downwards.
The burly man's eyes bulged out, his face turned red, and he grimaced as if he was exerting all the strength he could muster.
"Push harder!"
"Come on, put your back into it!"
The crowd craned their necks, watching intently and cheering continuously.
Ruan Yingchen walked over, staring unblinkingly.
Gradually, Fang Zhixing gained the upper hand.
The burly man could not turn the tide, deflated, and had the back of his hand pressed against the table.