One person controls one prison. After entering the world, I am invincible.

The next second, there was a "bang!" and the fists of the two men collided with each other.

The whole conference room was buzzing with vibrations, and the glass on the windows also made a crackling sound, as if it would fall apart at any time.

After the fistfight, the two men passed each other tacitly. The previous move was a test for each other, and neither of them used their full strength. After the punch, the two men had a preliminary understanding of each other's strength.

"Ah!" Boss Gong roared fiercely and punched Tan Lang again. This time he used a cannon fist. In an instant, he saw his arm shaking, and the exposed arm muscles rotated like a spiral, like a piece of tree tumor on an old tree.

Ye Xiao saw at a glance that Boss Gong was also a person who practiced internal martial arts. His cannon fist contained hidden strength. Although it seemed to be just a fist of flesh and blood, the power of its attack was no less than that of a thousand-pound hammer.

Chen Aokun and Xu Huwei were also watching intently at this time. One of them was a gangster, and the other was a business veteran. They could not see the inside of the fight. They only knew that whoever had more momentum would win.

Looking at Boss Gong now, he looked like a tiger coming down the mountain. He would not stop until he killed a few people.

Old man Gong frowned tightly. He knew his son well. He could force his son to use all his strength so quickly. It can be imagined that the fist fight just now must have made his son feel threatened.

This Tan Lang must be very complicated.

At this time, Tan Lang's eyes narrowed into a slit. He did not rush up to fight Boss Gong like he did at the beginning. Instead, he lowered his waist and gathered his energy in his dantian. His hands were like millstones and slowly pushed out, forming a Tai Chi boxing stance.

Ye Xiao nodded, thinking that Tan Lang's strategy against the enemy was very wise. When the enemy is anxious, it is time for you to calm down.

When things get urgent, they will be in chaos, and when things get chaotic, they will reveal their flaws.

Moreover, he had fought with Tan Lang before, and knew that this guy's Tai Chi was pretty good. Although he couldn't defend himself, he was more than enough to deal with Boss Gong.

Boss Gong saw that Tan Lang had changed his strategy to defend but not attack, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, "Okay, then I'll break your turtle frame and see how many punches you can take from me."

"Bang!" With a sound, Boss Gong's fist, like a supercar suddenly speeding up, and like a cannonball fired from a gun, rushed towards Tan Lang's fist frame.

Before his fist got close, Tan Lang suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming at him, stimulating his exposed skin to tremble, as if he was being blown in the face by a high-power fan.

But Tan Lang still didn't move, as if his feet had taken root, which showed that Tan Lang had excellent psychological quality. If it were Huo Daguang, he would have retreated and dodged by now.

"Break it!" Boss Gong roared again, and his fist as big as a casserole fell down.

On the other side, Tan Lang's hands drew a semicircle in the air. His hands were no longer as slow as pushing a millstone, but like the spiral of a helicopter.

It was so fast that his hands left seven or eight residual images in a distance of just over ten centimeters.

"Pah!" With a sound, Tan Lang's back of his hand touched the front of Boss Gong's fist, and suddenly he used his inch strength to push it hard, deflecting Boss Gong's fist. At the same time, his other hand slid up along Boss Gong's arm, as if he was trying to find the joints of Boss Gong's arm.

Boss Gong was first surprised that Tan Lang's Tai Chi power was so powerful that it actually dissolved his own cannon fist power. Then his eyelids jumped suddenly, and he secretly said that it was not good. He naturally understood what Tan Lang wanted to do.

This was to perform the Tai Chi muscle-splitting hand!

He didn't dare to let Tan Lang succeed. This guy's Tai Chi was so steady that he might lose an arm.

So Boss Gong kicked the ground with his foot and retreated quickly. At the same time, he hit Tan Lang's forehead with his left hand to temporarily force Tan Lang back.

Boss Gong was immersed in martial arts for many years. Even when he retreated, he retreated in an orderly manner.

But Chen Aokun and Xu Huwei were puzzled. They couldn't understand why Boss Gong rushed forward with great momentum the previous second? Why did he retreat the next second? This was obviously not what they expected to see.

This was too anticlimactic! If Boss Gong wasn't famous, I'm afraid they would jump up and shout for their money back.

But Old Man Gong was worried about his son. He naturally understood what Boss Gong had just experienced. If his son hadn't retreated quickly, he might have lost an arm to Tan Lang.

This Tan Lang is indeed quite capable, and is worthy of the reputation of being an elite disciple of Wuji Sect!

Ye Xiao curled his lips, thinking that Tan Lang was a bitHe couldn't hold his breath. He was too impatient just now and exposed his intention to attack. If it were him, how could he let Boss Gong escape?

But it's not too late to make up for the loss now. It depends on whether Tan Lang can seize the opportunity.

Tan Lang also quickly realized that Boss Gong wanted to escape. He immediately gave up the horse, stepped forward suddenly, and clamped his two fists inward. He bent his arms and clamped the left fist that Boss Gong swung at him.

In an instant, the veins on his arms exploded, like small green snakes lingering on the skin, which was very scary at first sight.

Ye Xiao's mouth curled up. Yes, Tan Lang's reaction was quite agile. With his clamp, even if Boss Gong pulled out his right arm, his left arm was still unprotected.

Boss Gong felt cold sweats. It was impossible to get rid of Tan Lang at this time, but he was also a ruthless man. Seeing that one arm could not be saved, he kicked Tan Lang's waist directly.

He intended to trade injuries with Tan Lang, but just as he raised his foot, his left arm immediately felt a sharp pain as if it was crushed by the blade of a blender.

"Swish!", his sleeves were cut in two in an instant as if by a pair of large scissors.

Blood splattered, and Boss Gong's left arm was crushed by Tan Lang.

"Ah!", Boss Gong screamed miserably, clenched his teeth fiercely, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

His arm was broken by Tan Lang as expected, so he had to hurt Tan Lang as well.

Then, there was a muffled "bang!", and Boss Gong's right leg kicked Tan Lang's waist.

Tan Lang had just used all his strength on his upper body, so his waist was not as strong as when he was squatting at the beginning, and was kicked by Boss Gong and flew four or five steps sideways.

After Tan Lang stopped, his throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood suddenly oozed from the corner of his mouth. He felt that two or three of his ribs should be broken.

However, this wave was not a loss. Boss Gong had already broken an arm by him. If nothing unexpected happened next, he would be defeated by him.

He stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, and immediately prepared to re-enter the battle.

But at this moment, Old Man Gong suddenly stood up and shouted: "We admit defeat in this game."