Bab 43: Hong San's Miserable Death!

Qin Huai silently approached Hong San. 

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

He quietly raised his hand and suddenly struck out. In an instant, the three white dragons climbed onto the tip of Qin Huai's fist and poured out.

At a distance of half a meter, Hong San suddenly felt Qin Huai's presence and his sharp fist.

Ka!

The sharp white dragon streaked across, and the white bones on Hong San's left shoulder that were already exposed were crushed instantly.

Weng~

The white dragon and Qin Huai's fists struck the iron ore, producing a buzzing and shattering sound.

Hong San dodged the punch by a hair's breadth.

"With the advantage of breath control, I can only sneak up to about half a meter away from Hong San."

Qin Huai's punch could be considered to have tested the limits of breath control. It was enough.