The Crossbow Shooter groaned, falling to his knees, despair flashing in his eyes—because he saw his companion already awake, throwing a punch directly at Fang Hong, but Fang Hong acted as if he didn't see it, determined to take his life.
If he could, he wished he could loudly ask, what grudge or enmity is this, what had he done to offend this guy before?
But in the last moment, the Crossbow Shooter's heart suddenly calmed down; knowing he was doomed, he suddenly raised his right hand to shoot an arrow at Fang Hong—his Light Crossbow had been discarded long ago, and he actually had no weapon in hand.
Yet Fang Hong immediately understood what move his opponent was doing—the Sleeve Archer Crossbow. Fortunately, the Papalarians were just as despicable and shameless, often using such tricks. He quickly shifted to the side, but was still a moment late, feeling a sharp pain in his right shoulder.
