Chapter 116: The Ultimate Strike

If the Iron Tower could evoke such a feeling, it meant he sensed a life-threatening danger from Jiang Hao!

“Boss, forgive me, but I cannot comply. This guy is strong—I must give it my all.”

No sooner had Iron Tower spoken than he charged fiercely at Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao laughed heartily, his spirit soaring as he shouted, “Bring it on!”

In the next instant, the two collided with a heavy impact. Jiang Hao stood his ground, throwing a direct punch, while Iron Tower, propelled by his momentum, launched a straight punch of his own.

Thus, Iron Tower’s kinetic energy was greater, and his strike carried more force.

That was the theory, but the actual result was entirely the opposite.

Despite the clash, Jiang Hao’s body did not budge, while Iron Tower staggered backward several steps, retreating three or four meters before finally regaining his footing.

Clearly, Jiang Hao held the upper hand in that exchange!

From the third-floor corridor, Zhao Tianlong’s face turned pale, his eyes growing fearful.

He had originally believed that the moment Iron Tower attacked, Jiang Hao would be defeated in a single move. But now it seemed Jiang Hao was even stronger than Iron Tower. How could this fail to shock him?

One must understand, Iron Tower was the enforcer Zhao Tianlong had hired at a high salary!

Moreover, Iron Tower had once won the national martial arts championship. However, his fame was muted because during that competition, in a moment of carelessness, he had struck his opponent fatally with a single punch.

As a result, the organizers stripped him of his title, and Iron Tower found himself embroiled in legal troubles and burdened with heavy debts.

This was why Iron Tower worked as an enforcer for Zhao Tianlong, earning money from him.

Regardless, the fact that Iron Tower had competed nationally and, in the final championship match, could kill his opponent with a single punch, testified to his terrifying power.

Yet now, when Iron Tower clashed head-on with Jiang Hao, he was the one on the losing end!

How could this be?

Zhao Tianlong stared incredulously at Jiang Hao standing in the hotel lobby below, his grip on the railing trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, Jiang Hao’s expression grew serious.

Though he had won that initial clash, he clearly felt a layer of scorching heat gathering on Iron Tower’s fists—a similar mysterious heat that he himself possessed.

What was going on?

Could this man also possess something like the Red Jade Ring?

With this thought, Jiang Hao ceased to underestimate him.

“You’re strong,” Iron Tower said in a low voice, looking at Jiang Hao.

“You’re no weakling yourself,” Jiang Hao replied solemnly.

Iron Tower assumed a stance, then declared with solemn gravity, “From now on, I will give my all and unleash my most powerful technique. Mr. Jiang, you should be careful.”

With those words, Iron Tower charged forward again.

His strength was immense; each footfall cracked the marble floor beneath him.

Jiang Hao no longer kept his left hand in his pocket.

He raised both hands, channeling all the heat energy within his body into them just as Iron Tower reached him.

What followed was a barrage of fierce attacks like a violent storm.

Iron Tower’s fists flew relentlessly toward Jiang Hao, moving so swiftly that ordinary eyes could not track them—he seemed like a machine gun.

Yet Jiang Hao met each punch with calm, methodically blocking them all.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The dull sounds of impact rang out repeatedly, causing even the security guards at the Tianlong Hotel to clutch their heads in pain.

The female waitresses, terrified, retreated to the far corners of the lobby, but even then, the thunderous collisions between Jiang Hao and Iron Tower made them dizzy and nauseous.

Suddenly, the floorboards shattered into the air and burst apart mid-flight, scattering countless fragments before falling.

Both Jiang Hao and Iron Tower withdrew simultaneously.

Jiang Hao’s clothes were torn in several places; his T-shirt was ripped open in multiple slashes.

Iron Tower’s condition was even more pitiful.

Though uninjured, his clothes were shredded, hanging in tatters on his body.

At this moment, Iron Tower looked worse than a street beggar.

“So you’ve mastered internal force as well!” Iron Tower said gravely.

“Internal force?” Jiang Hao glanced at his hands and then realized—this mysterious heat was, in all likelihood, the internal force Iron Tower referred to.

So this peculiar heat flow was the legendary internal energy!

“I haven’t faced a martial arts master as strong as you in a long time. It seems I have no choice but to unleash my secret technique,” Iron Tower said, taking a deep breath and clenching his fists.

The air around his fists began to warp and churn, like two miniature spherical storms raging uncontrollably.

“What is that...?” Jiang Hao asked, eyeing Iron Tower.

Iron Tower replied solemnly, “I am the forty-eighth generation heir of the Wang family from Donglin City. What I am about to use is our family’s ultimate art—the Wang Tyrant Fist! Mr. Jiang, this is my strongest strike. If you do not wish to be seriously injured or killed, you would do well to surrender now.”

Surrender?

Impossible!

The word was not in Jiang Hao’s vocabulary.

Maybe once upon a time, but not now, nor ever again.

“Bring it on!” Jiang Hao shouted without hesitation, his voice booming.

In the next moment, Iron Tower lunged like a cannonball, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

This was the final, most powerful strike.

From the third-floor corridor, Zhao Tianlong’s eyes widened with a mix of excitement and worry.

“You must win...” he muttered through clenched teeth.

Boom!

A violent explosion shattered the quiet.

The Tianlong Hotel’s first-floor lobby was utterly destroyed!

The shockwaves from Jiang Hao and Iron Tower’s collision swept the surrounding tables into the air like a hurricane, shattering them into fragments before they even touched the ground.

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