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Under Cheng Zhengyang's extreme rage, this punch naturally would not be light.

There was a loud sound as the ball hit the ground. Qin Zigui's head began to spin like a spinning top, spinning a few times on the spot.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud. He felt a sharp pain on his chin and his vision went black. He could not help but shout out, "Ouch!" A blood-curdling screech rang out