C864 Three Consecutive Defeats

Seconds passed before Hu Ming's face twisted in shock, his grip on the dragon head fist intent crumbling away. As his punch weakened and faded, a large hand slipped through his defenses like a phantom, striking his chest with the force of a gale.

*Bang!*

A muffled thud resounded, and onlookers watched in astonishment as Hu Ming was sent crashing into the ground