The crowd in the stands was electrified. A pure contest of strength like this was all the more thrilling.
"Zhou Tong's body hardening is so solid! He's taken so many punches and is still okay!"
"Zhou Zhiqiang's punches are no joke, either. With that kind of power, he could probably kill a bull!"
"Forget a bull, he could kill a tiger!"
Amid the chatter, the situation in the arena had quietly shifted.
Though Zhou Tong's body hardening was strong, he couldn't withstand Zhou Zhiqiang's relentless barrage of Heavy Fists.
Each punch seemed to be taken head-on, but in reality, the impact sent shockwaves through his Inner Strength. Over time, his qi and blood inevitably began to churn.
After fifty exchanges, Zhou Tong's breathing gradually grew ragged. An unnatural flush appeared on his face, and his body began to sway subtly whenever he blocked a punch.
Zhou Zhiqiang keenly caught this subtle change. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as his assault abruptly quickened.
