However, amidst this chaotic rain of arrows, one figure stood serenely. It was Luo Chen, standing alone in the center of the battlefield, holding a longbow in his hand. His gaze was firm and calm, as if everything around him was unrelated to him. He took a deep breath, slowly drew the bowstring, and then an arrow shot out like a meteor, piercing through a cavalryman's breastplate with precision.
With the release of that arrow, Luo Chen seemed to begin a personal performance. The longbow in his hand seemed to come to life, with arrows flying out continuously, each one accurately hitting its target. The cavalrymen could not withstand this storm-like rain of arrows and fell one after another.
Li Xin's eyes widened, watching this scene in disbelief. She had once thought she knew Luo Chen well enough, but at this moment, she felt the true dread of this man. His archery skills were so exquisite that one man with one bow could halt hundreds of cavalry. It was simply incredible!
