A muffled thud came from the ground.
Feng Cheng tapped the blue brick with his toes, borrowing the rebound from the ground as his body suddenly shot into the air.
His body twisted in midair, and both fists roared forward, striking straight toward Zhao Tong's chest!
The Feng Family Tyrant Fist provided tremendous enhancement to strength in the Mortal Shedding Realm.
Feng Cheng had risen above the many collateral-line disciples through this martial art, earning Wang Zhen's esteem.
He knew clearly that every family had brought its elite this time. If he could distinguish himself in the contest, he would not only earn merit for himself but also build up his reputation.
Later, amid the struggle for succession within the Feng Family, he could use this to seize the initiative.
Therefore, when he threw his punches, he held nothing back and unleashed his full strength.
Boom!
The force of his fists struck Zhao Tong squarely in the chest with the speed of thunder and lightning, producing a dull impact.
Yet Zhao Tong did not move an inch.
He looked down at Feng Cheng, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.
"Young Master, you've got quite a bit of strength! Not bad!"
Zhao Tong suddenly raised his hand and swept his right hand downward like a palm-leaf fan!
There was no unnecessary flourish. His broad hand slammed viciously into Feng Cheng.
A dull, thunderous boom exploded through the hall.
Everyone felt their vision blur.
A figure had already flown sideways, crashing heavily into the wall.
Bang!
Dust pattered down from the wall.
Feng Cheng's body slumped against the wall and slid to the floor like yellow mud. He curled into a ball, groaning in pain, and could not get back up for quite some time.
The hall fell utterly silent.