He whispered and shouted for the last second.

The last blow!

Decide the outcome!

However...

Click!

A crisp sound came out.

The fist that was blasting forward seemed to hit something and suddenly stopped.

The power in the fist disintegrated like a cyclone.

The conference scene was silent in an instant.

Fu Wuye suddenly widened his eyes and looked ahead blankly.

Lin Yang raised his hand, spread his palm, and steadily caught the fist that was smashing and killing.

The man's silk has not moved at all!

The palm is intact!

Completely... caught the punch.

Fu Wuye was stupid.

Everyone in the audience was also confused.

"What's going on? This...what's going on?"

Nangong Yunqiu retreated repeatedly, her face turned pale, and her mouth was wide open, as if she could stuff an egg...

As for Bizhen and An Yuan, they were even more shocked and speechless.

"This son..." Nangong Meng, who was in the host's seat, staring at Lin Yang, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Bang!

At this time, Lin Yang's palm shook slightly, and a clever force bounced away Fu Wuye.

Fu Wuye retreated repeatedly, but the man almost couldn't stand firm.

Lin Yang attached his hands behind his back and said lightly: "I said 10 seconds is not enough, I'll give you 5 minutes!"
Chapter completed!