"Praise the Holy Gun Spirit!"
"Bang!"
The branches shook, and that tree branch as thick as an arm was directly broken and fell into the water after Jeska's shot.
Not willing to drink the allocated calming potion, Jeska stumbled over to Hakuto: "How is it?"
Frowning, looking at the spring gun in his hand, Hakuto said nothing, shifting his gaze back and forth from the spring gun to the distant branch.
Under the midday sun, the break on the branch could be seen clearly.
At a distance of roughly 15 Falan seeking (30 meters), even a crossbow arrow could only pierce through, not break it.
Hakuto suspected it was some kind of small crossbow, but seeing Jeska easily reload it, it didn't seem like a crossbow at all.
"How did you do it? What kind of devilish thing is this?"
Jeska didn't avoid the question, directly passing the spring gun to Hakuto: "See for yourself."
Looking down at the spring gun in his hand, Hakuto raised his head blankly to look at Jeska.
