The remaining men, despite their fear, still attempted to attack.
They were fools.
Then I extended my palm outward, and a pulse of energy surged through my veins. The force of my hand pressed them against the ground.
They struggled; their bodies were trembling under my grip, which was invincible to them. Their faces contorted in agony; their limbs were pinned down on the ground.
They gasped for breath; they looked so scared. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I released them.
Instantly, they were flung into the air like feathers.
Their bodies crashed onto the pavement, and they all groaned in pain. Some of them tumbled like a ragdoll, while others landed in a heap and groaned in pain.
The man I still held by the throat began to wheeze, "P-Please… I might actually die…"
I released him,
