He shouted in a low voice, shouting out the last second himself.

The final blow!

Decide the outcome!

However...

Snap!

A crisp sound came out.

The fist that was thrown forward suddenly stopped as if it hit something.

The power in the fist dissipated in all directions like a cyclone.

The conference was silent for a moment.

Fu Wuye's eyes suddenly widened and he stared blankly ahead.

Lin Yang raised his hand, opened his palm, and firmly caught the incoming fist.

He didn't move at all!

His palm is intact!

Completely... caught the punch.

Fu Wuye was dumbfounded.

Everyone in the audience was also stunned.

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

Nangong Yunqiu stepped back continuously, her face turned pale, and her mouth opened so wide that it seemed like she could stuff an egg in...

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

"This son..." Nangong Meng, who was sitting on the master's seat, stared at Lin Yang, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Bang!

At this time, Lin Yang's palm shook slightly, and a force of skill pushed Fu Wuye away.

Fu Wuye stepped back continuously, almost losing his balance.

Lin Yang put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I said 10 seconds is not enough, I will give you 5 minutes!"
Chapter completed!