My Fist Can Break The Sky

Crack! As Ge Bing's fist crashed straight into Qin Fen's punch, the iron sheet covering its surface first made a metallic noise before dense cracks appeared on it. The iron sheet was smashed away.

The moment Qin Fen blasted his punch, the eyes of Song Zhenting radiated a brilliance much similar to a searchlight, hoping to see through what kind of protective divine art Qin Fen was using.

Ge Bing was even more shocked by the power of Qin Fen's retaliation. Meanwhile, his other hand with enough strength, chopped down like a giant ax.

He didn't believe that the Iron Sheet Protective Art would lose to Qin Fen who had exhausted most of his strength and was just using his fleshly body.

Qin Fen simply didn't think about retreating. He had already made up his mind that he would personally knock everyone down in the courtyard in an overbearing manner. He had decided to leave the impression that no one could defeat him in these suitors' mind.