At this moment, Wei Guo and his group's eyeballs almost popped out.
They could clearly see Zhang Fan's belt, looping around Qian Fu's Flying Claw, a claw line no thicker than a headphone cable. How did he manage it?
What the hell!
Such a thin steel cable, damn it, can be grasped?
Moreover, it was done by unfastening his belt and wrapping it around.
Damn, are you cheating?
"Slow-motion replay!" Several girls nearby hurriedly called out.
Immediately, the large screen began to play back the action in slow motion.
All eyes were glued to it.
In that moment, they saw Zhang Fan's left hand resting on his belt, his fingers on the belt buckle, his index sliding down, just one movement, popping open the buckle, and in the next instant, Zhang Fan's hand pulled out.
Afterward, Zhang Fan reached out his hand, threading the belt through the steel cable beside him, and in the next moment, his right hand extended, his fingers moving, looping the belt around the steel cable twice.
