The board in Kung Fu Bro's hand is made of wood.
And at this moment, the three-finger-thick wooden board was split from the center.
The edge wasn't completely severed, so Kung Fu Bro snapped it efficiently, holding the two pieces together again in his hand, "Xiaowan, again!"
On-site, Mai Xiaoqiang gasped.
In the livestreaming room, exclamation points flooded the screen.
"Such a thick wooden board, if you gave me a saw, I'd need to saw for quite a while. Are you asking a girl to try again? Kung Fu Bro, you must have forgotten that our Sister Wan is indeed a real girl?"
"Oh no, oh no, after tonight, Sister Wan's image as an adolescent tomboy is going to turn into superwoman Barbie!"
"The person ahead, you must be a fake fan! Have you forgotten those newly laid bluestone tiles in Sicheng Park?"
"..."
As the comments flew, on stage, Ye Wan had already taken a running start and stomped her foot down.
Bang!
