บท 97: One Palm Four Styles!

Bang!

Before Iron Hand could even finish speaking, Qin Fen had flung his arm, and the gun resonated in the air. The gunshot simply interrupted Iron Hand's words, and the bullet shattered the red apple into pieces, telling everyone that the curve shot really wasn't difficult.

It was crisp! The shot was incomparably crisp! Iron Hand stared stunned at Qin Fen. The shot just now was made without any warning, showing the enormous confidence hidden in Qin Fen when he fired.

This performance was something that exceeded pure marksmanship. There were other military techniques within it! The hidden nature of that shot was far too strong. If this shot had been done during combat in the midst of trees and if Qin Fen was his opponent, Iron Hand found it quite likely that his life would be in forfeiture the moment he revealed his back.