Seizing the opportunity while the paper people's stiff bodies were still unable to move, Yang Xiao threw a punch at the selected paper person with his blood-stained hand, tearing through the outer paper clothing and feeling a familiar sensation that invigorated him.
"Ugh...!"
The paper person let out a muffled groan, and Yang Xiao's punch had indeed landed on a human body.
Releasing his fist, he left the slip of paper with the Young Lady's birth details in the palm of Shi Dali's hand. With time pressing, he couldn't use the paddle and could only push off forcefully with his foot, causing the small boat he was in to move backward swiftly. This series of actions was so fluid that Yang Xiao himself hadn't anticipated such smoothness.
Shi Dali, being an experienced player, had impressively managed to keep from standing up and fleeing for his life. Instead, he continued to sit there as if nothing had happened, pretending to be one of the paper people.