Although He Tao didn't use all his strength in the first punch, he didn't know that Xu Yang didn't use all his strength either.

The other party's sneak attack was indeed unexpected by Xu Yang, he didn't expect that he would be attacked in the prince's palace, so he failed to use the internal force of his whole body to fight in time.

Second, he could also see that the power of that punch was limited, and Xu Yang was unwilling to throw out his hole cards.

Even if he misjudged the result of the fight, as long as he was in the prince's mansion, he would definitely not worry about his life.

There is no worry about his life, which means that with the golden finger of his own medical skills and the assistance of almost unlimited drugs, Xu Yang can almost be said to be immortal.

In this case, retaining a combat power is the absolutely correct way to deal with it.

At this time, in the face of the other party's unrelenting and still attacking, this punch was even more powerful, for the sake of protecting his own safety, Xu Yang felt that he didn't need to stay strong.

It's fist for fist again.

It's very different from what happened before.

The punch that came was far more powerful than the first punch.

Even driven by the thunderous fist wind, the flowers and plants in the palace garden were blown upside down.

The original beautiful scenery in the garden is gone.

The people who were drinking and feasting in the building were alarmed by the sound of the wind brought by this punch, and they all turned their eyes to the garden.

At the center of the storm, Xu Yang still had the previous move of "chopping waves", and seemed to hit out with one punch usually.

He Tao's strange eyes widened, and his fist was even more forceful, leaving no way to retreat, and the iron fist had already swung in.

This punch is the essence of his iron fist, without him, he is powerful.

The first tip written on the first page of the book "Iron Fist Finale" handed down by my ancestors is, "There is no invincible fist method in the world, and the one with the greatest strength wins!"

He didn't believe that the other party would have more strength than he did.

When the two strong meet, the brave wins.

Courage comes from strength.

Absolute power, absolute confidence.

He has absolute power, and he deserves to win.

This is He Tao's concept, and it is also the only trick he has been able to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes for many years.

As it turns out, without exception.

Crushing in strength is the key to cracking all the fancy moves.

He was tall and inherently powerful, and when it came to strength, he had never met an opponent.

Not to mention the thin middle-aged man in front of him.

The corners of He Tao's mouth revealed a disdainful smile.

He seemed to be able to see the image of the other party's bones being broken and suffering under his fists*.

It made him incredibly excited.

Even more than a woman gives him pleasure.

Just because he's a martial idiot doesn't mean he doesn't have a fetish.

His penchant is to admire those who were once his opponents, bleeding, crying,* begging for mercy, and finally dying in agony.

Wu Di, the "invincible fist" of the year, was the first victim of his fist.

Ever since Old Boxer Wu was beaten to death by his own punch and vomited blood, he has fallen in love with this feeling.

It is difficult to judge whether this kind of affection is considered a normal human feeling.

But no one dared to question themselves this question.

Anyone who dares to stand in opposition to himself will long since died.

Without exception, they all died under the iron fist.

Thinking of this, He Tao was extremely excited.

He couldn't wait to see Xu Yang fall to this fate.

There was a cruel longing in his eyes.

Tear him apart, crush him, kill him.

Iron Fist is already infinitely close to his opponent.

The only obstacle is the other party's thin, weak fist.

The mantis arm is used as a car.

For some reason, He Tao, who has always rarely read, remembers this idiom.

In his opinion, everything that stands in the way of his iron fist, whatever it may be, fits this idiom.

This time, the mantis arm is Xu Yang's fist.

A fist that looks like a joke.

The officials in the building couldn't help but exclaim.

The size of the two fists, the strength of the two people, in the eyes of these officials who don't know martial arts at all, the gap is huge.

It's like the legendary Yellow Turban Lux's giant palm, crushing a child's little hand.

It's not a level contest at all.

Seeing that the medicine merchant who was still triumphant before, sitting next to the prince, he would be crushed to pieces in an instant.

Some people close their eyes and can't bear to look at it anymore.

More people opened their eyes wide, their pupils contracted sharply, eager to enjoy this rare scene.

The dancing girl who was dancing on the moonlit night of the Spring River also stopped her dancing steps at this moment, and looked directly at the two people outside the window.

Hongtian put down the wine glass in his hand, and his face was solemn.

He Tao's fist seemed to be bigger than before.

The two fists are infinitely close and are about to collide.

However, He Tao didn't see the slightest fear and retreat from the other party's eyes at all.

This upset him.

Usually those opponents who died under his fist, no one could hold on to this level without being afraid, not afraid.

Those are all masters, and they all know what their punch means, and they all know that if this punch continues, it will only bring death and destruction.

However, at this moment, Xu Yang has no consciousness of failure and death at all.

It's like a painter who, when he paints his most perfect work, finds that the characters in the painting lack verve.

This kind of behavior that destroys the sense of beauty, in He Tao's eyes, is the greatest evil.

His own punch will not be perfect in the end.

He decided that he must make Xu Yang pay the price.

Even if he was crushed and scattered, He Tao could not vent the anger in his heart.

Let's start with the first step and destroy the opponent's fighting spirit.

He Tao roared angrily, his fist reached the extreme, no, faster than the extreme!

He actually broke through and surpassed his limit!

Xu Yang's eyelids jumped slightly, and at this moment he finally felt threatened.

Serious threats.

At this point, however, nothing can be changed.

He had to rise to the occasion!

Xu Yang also burst out with all his strength.

On top of this punch!

His fist smashed into He Tao's fist after all.

Fist to fist, force to force, potential to force.

The moment the two fists intersected, a fluctuation visible to the naked eye naturally revealed from the burst of the two-fist duel.

This is the explosion of power, the competition of power, and the end of boxing.

As the fluctuations gradually expanded, all the matter involved in the seemingly invisible but observable fluctuations began to shatter.

Whether it is flowers, grasses, trees, butterflies, bees, everything is destroyed, torn apart, and swallowed up in this fluctuation.

The process seems to be extremely fast and only happens in the blink of an eye.

Again, the process seems to be extremely slow, so slow that anyone who is watching from afar can see it all clearly.

See flowers broken, grass broken, trees broken, butterflies broken wings, bees falling......

The picture is like a broken picture, appearing in front of everyone's eyes one by one.

Then it was repeated again and again, and the destructive power of the circle gradually expanded, until everything that surrounded the two men within three feet of the battle turned into nothingness.

It's just the power of a punch, and it's terrifying.