Hector's third palm strike and Zhao Rong's shotgun blast went off at the same instant.
BANG!
The shotgun in Zhao Rong's hands unleashed a spray of hundreds of pellets, turning Hector into a human sieve. Just moments before, Hector had been smugly thinking he could kill Zhao Rong with a single punch. He was caught completely off guard and knocked to the ground by the force of the blast.
Lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, Hector gasped, "You little security guard… we're in a martial arts duel. Why would you use a gun?"
Zhao Rong looked down at the fallen man, nonchalantly blowing the white smoke from the barrel of his shotgun. "What's the problem? We are having a duel, but you never said guns weren't allowed, did you?"
