The whirlwind kick barely swept over his head and the Mechanical Department man's lower body, hitting the house behind.
The old brick wall, like butter cut by a hot knife, was smoothly sliced in half, and the upper part slowly slid down, stirring up even more dust.
"Ah—!!!"
The Mechanical Department man let out a piercing scream in the air that was so shrill it changed pitch, and his urine uncontrolledly drenched his pants as the sensation of weightlessness and brushing past death almost stopped his heart.
He deeply regretted coming along with Worries Relief Studio to watch the performance.
Wouldn't it be better to honestly remain a spectator in the rear!
Now, look what happened. The spectator has turned into an actor, most likely the type that exits permanently—ahhhh—
