Meng Chuan's figure suddenly appeared above the gunman's head, with exaggerated muscles blotting out all light like an endless night.
Blood splattered onto Huo Yonglin's temple; he sensed it was mostly the opponent's blood, but also a bit of his own...
The knuckles were gruesome, and the wind roared.
An incomparably strong killing intent stabbed into his mind.
Crimson cross-shaped blood blooms burst at the corner of his eye, scattering bright red droplets.
Clang...
The tiger head plummeted straight to the ground, and the gun shaft twitched a few times on the ground.
The figure thrown backward was restrained on the spot by True Qi.
"Phew..."
The killing intent dissipated with a whimper.
Meng Chuan lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips, and supporting his bleeding waist, he left heavy footprints with each step off the platform.
No need for a referee's decision; the answer was clear as the nearly lifeless Huo Yonglin lay there.
Iron Fist defeats the Great Spear.