The immense strength directly caused the sniper rifle to fall from the sniper's hands.
Seeing the suddenly bent gun barrel, the sniper's eyes widened.
FUCK!
The barrel got bent?
How the hell is that possible!
It's a sniper rifle, the materials used far exceed steel.
It got bent by someone's palm?
Bent?
Astonishment quickly dissipated as Zhang Fan's palm slashed at his neck.
Of course, Zhang Fan didn't dare use Thunderclap Palm this time and held back ninety percent of his strength.
Are you kidding, bones are hard, but can they match steel?
Easily cut through in seconds!
Suddenly, the sniper's eyes rolled up, and he passed out!
Knocking the person out, Zhang Fan flipped over and dashed towards the second target.
Z-step!
Butterfly Dance Step!
The moment he was locked by the sniper, Zhang Fan sensed it.
Such a close distance was too obvious for Zhang Fan.
The moment he started acting, he had already surveyed the surroundings.
