Luo Chen watched the cavalry charging towards him, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth. He bent down, picked up a sharp arrow, then placed it on the longbow. His movements were swift and fluid, as if he had practiced and honed them countless times. He aimed at a cavalryman who was shooting, then released the bowstring in his hand.
"Whizz—"
The sharp arrow shot out like a meteor, piercing through the dark night sky, accurately striking the cavalryman's chest. The cavalryman let out a scream, fell off his horse, and died instantly.
This arrow seemed to mark the beginning of the battle. In the ensuing time, Luo Chen continually bent his bow and set his arrows, each one hitting its target with uncanny precision. His archery skills were remarkably superb, as if he had reached the pinnacle of mastery. The cavalrymen fell one by one under his arrows, suffering heavy casualties.
