The two of them turned into a swift afterimage at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, there was a fierce contact.

Liang Andong's punch was as fierce as the wind, and the trajectory of his fist brought out a wave of afterimage, heading towards Zong Henghong like thunder and lightning.

Zong Heng practiced an iron shirt. A horizontal body was trained, even a finger could be harder than steel.

The most fierce attack is the full defense point and punching at will!

Therefore, Zong Heng did not need any fancy martial arts at all. He could activate the iron cloth shirt with all his strength and then hit it with one punch.

The two of them collided fiercely, making a deafening roar. The next moment, all the tiles under their feet exploded and pieces flew.

The terrifying gang force swept across, and the wine glasses around him turned into powder under this gang force.

"What a fierce collision, the armor-breaking fist and the iron cloth shirt are both top-notch martial arts!"

"Yes, the power of this armor-breaking fist is too terrifying. The overflowing fist power has such a terrible destructive power!"

"But the iron cloth shirt is also amazing. Your Mr. Zong actually relied on the iron cloth shirt and directly hit back with his fist. It's amazing!"

There were also many warriors present, after all, some wealthy businessmen also brought their masters and bodyguards to the scene.

They still have eyesight and see how strong these two people are.

After the two fists collided, they retreated. Zong Heng snorted, his face full of lightness.

"Armor-breaking fist, but that's it."

Liang Ando sneered: "I only used 30% of my strength. Will you be so proud if I blocked my armor-breaking fist with 30% of my strength?"

Zong Heng jumped suddenly. The punch just now was only 30% of Liang Ando's strength?!

"Who can't speak loudly? I also said that I only used 20% of my strength!"

Liang Andong looked at him like an idiot and said sarcastically: "Idiot, I will send you to heaven with the next punch!"

"Arrogant!" Zong Heng's face also darkened, and then the two of them ejected from opposite directions.

Qin Yang glanced at it and said lightly: "The winner has been decided."

Qiao Feixue suddenly raised her head and said nervously: "Who, who will win?"

Qin Yang said: "I said it a long time ago that Mr. Zong has no chance of winning at all."

Gongsun Jie frowned, turned around and looked at Qin Yang fiercely, and said coldly: "You really don't want this mouth anymore, right?"

Qin Yang said calmly: "You are such a fool."

"you..."

Gongsun Jie was furious and was about to let someone deal with Qin Yang, suddenly, a burst of exclamations broke out in the entire hall.

Gongsun Jie quickly looked back and the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Mr. Zong!"

Both Gongsun Jie and his son stood up in shock, and saw Zong Heng being knocked away by a punch, his chest sinking, leaving a clear fist mark.

Even the clothes on the upper body were smashed and torn under the armor-breaking fist.

Zong Heng flew backwards with horror on his face and slammed heavily on the cake table. The huge cake more than two meters high hit him directly.

Liang Andong slowly closed his fists, and his face full of murderous intent was filled with violent killing.

He slowly turned his gaze to the pale Qiao family members, and then stared at Qiao Wenshan with a dull face.
Chapter completed!