The two of them turned into a quick afterimage at the same time, and there was a fierce contact in the blink of an eye.
Liang Andeng's punch was as fierce as the wind, and the trajectory of his fist brought out a burst of afterimages, like thunder and lightning, heading towards Zong Henghong.
What Zong Heng was practicing was an iron cloth shirt, and with a horizontally trained body, even one finger could be harder than steel.
When the defense points are full, punching out at will is the most ferocious attack!
Therefore, Zong Heng didn't need any fancy martial arts at all. He could just activate his iron shirt with all his strength and then punch out.
The fists of the two collided fiercely, making a deafening roar. The next moment, all the tiles under their feet exploded, and debris flew into the air.
The terrifying force spread even more, and all the wine glasses around him turned into powder under this force.
"What a fierce collision. Armor-piercing fist and iron cloth shirt are both top-notch martial arts!"
"Yes, the power of this armor-piercing fist is too terrifying. The overflowing fist power has such terrible destructive power!"
"But the iron cloth shirt is also very powerful. Mr. Zong of yours actually relied on the iron cloth shirt to fight back directly with his fists. It's amazing!"
There were also many warriors present. After all, some wealthy businessmen also came with their grandmaster bodyguards.
They still had good eyesight and could see the strength of these two people.
After the two fists collided, they each stepped back. Zong Heng snorted, his face full of calmness.
"Armor-breaking fist, nothing more than that."
Liang Andeng sneered: "I only used 30% of my strength to block my armor-piercing fist with 30% of my strength. Does that make you so proud?"
Zong Heng's brows jumped suddenly. The punch just now was only 30% of Liang Andeng's strength?!
"Who can't tell lies? I even said that I only used 20% of my strength!"
Liang Andeng looked at him like an idiot and said sarcastically: "You are an idiot, and I will send you to heaven with the next punch!"
"Arrogant!" Zong Heng's expression also darkened, and then the two of them ejected from the spot facing each other.
Qin Yang glanced at it and said calmly: "The winner has been decided."
Qiao Feixue suddenly raised her head and said nervously: "Who, who will win?"
Qin Yang said: "Didn't I tell you earlier that Mr. Zong has no chance of winning?"
Gongsunjie frowned, turned around and glanced at Qin Yang fiercely, and said coldly: "You really don't want this mouth, right?"
Qin Yang said calmly: "You are really stupid."
"you..."
Gongsun Jie was furious and was about to ask someone to deal with Qin Yang. Suddenly, the whole hall burst into exclamations.
Gongsunjie quickly looked back, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank!
"Mr. Zong!"
Both Gongsunjie and his son stood up in shock, only to see Zong Heng being punched away and his chest dented, leaving a clear punch mark.
Even the clothes on the upper body were shattered and torn under the armor-piercing fist.
With a look of horror on his face, Zong Heng flew out and hit the cake table hard. The huge cake over two meters high hit him directly.
Liang Andeng slowly retracted his fist, his face full of murderous intent, full of violent killing intent.
He slowly turned his gaze towards the pale-faced Qiao family, and then stared at Qiao Wenshan, who had a dull look on his face.
"Old man of the Qiao family, it's your turn next!"