TWANG—WHOOSH—
Freed from its restraints, the Conical Arrow shot out like a Black Flood Dragon, parting the air in the blink of an eye as it hurtled toward the Red Armor Shield!
At that moment, Liu Yong, who stood just five paces from Jiang Qiu, felt his short hair stand on end. His wide eyes reflected only a flashing black streak. Only when a thunderous BOOM echoed did he turn to look, his lips trembling in shock. "How can it be so fast?!"
CLANG-DA-DA-DA...
The distant steel base lifted slightly at one corner as if struck by a battering ram, vibrating with a sharp rattle. Yet on the Red Armor Shield fixed to it, there was only a hole—and no arrow!
'Where's the arrow?!'
Liu Yong's right fist was slick with sweat, his heart pounding like a great bronze bell.
"Holy shit?! Brother Jiang pierced ten layers of armor with one arrow!"
