Up ahead, Old Tang's face twisted with a sinister look, veins bulging on his face as his heavy punch came crashing down like a collapsing sky, only to be firmly intercepted by Wen Yu's wrist, unable to advance even an inch.
A tremendous force surged upwards from his wrist, pressing so hard it made a creaking sound.
In a front-on clash, this punch was forcibly blocked by Wen Yu. Although Wen Yu's legs bent, and the ground beneath him shattered into pieces, his body seemed as if nailed deep into the ground by half a meter. Yet, a block is a block — the most terrifying truth occurred, even with pure physical strength contest, Tang Haofei still didn't have an absolute advantage!
"How is this possible!"
Fran, beside Lin Haifeng, gaped wide enough to fit an egg, watching the two on stage at a stalemate, uttering words of disbelief.
As for Lin Haifeng, he merely sighed.
