With his current strength, if he were to fully burst out, a punch from him would be equivalent to tons of damage, and this isn't an exaggerated adjective, but a literal "tons."
If such a punch were to hit someone else, it might directly kill them.
"Wahhhh..."
The young man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and retching nonstop, eventually throwing up all the food he had eaten that morning.
"Haozi! Haozi! How are you?"
Seeing this, his classmates immediately became frantic, crowding around to check on him.
"Motherfucker, what are you doing!"
After checking on their companion and seeing he was not seriously hurt, they turned their attention back and all glared at Zhang Xiaoman.
Zhang Xiaoman snorted coldly, obviously not willing to waste words with them, and simply said one word.
"Scram."
At first I spoke to you nicely, but you wouldn't listen, insisting on resorting to violence.
