As Xiao Luo wondered what this black dot was, he suddenly saw it grow larger. Then, as if in slow motion, the black dot began to change frames, as if instantly jumping from one frame rate to sixty.
Before Xiao Luo could react, the black dot was already in front of him.
Xiao Luo decisively dropped his sniper rifle and threw his head back to dodge, but it was still too late.
Ning Beichen's arrow had pierced his scope and grazed his face, scaring Xiao Luo out of his wits. He rolled on the ground incessantly.
The peculiar arrow exploded his sniper rifle's scope and pursued him until Xiao Luo had rolled more than ten times. Only then did the arrow lose its power and fall to the ground.
Poor Xiao Luo now had two terrifying scars on his face. If his reaction had been even slightly slower, the arrow would have pierced his skull.
A wave of fear washed over Xiao Luo. Seeing his dark and sallow face filled with terror, he cautiously walked over and picked up the arrow from the ground.
Yet, this arrow looked ordinary no matter how he examined it. The shaft wasn't made of iron or steel, but of wood—a charred black wood. If you smelled it closely, there was a faint scent of pine.
But this seemingly ordinary arrow had nearly cost him his life.
Xiao Luo's eyelids twitched as he stared at the rooftop of the opposite building. The reason he could attack Ning Beichen was his sniper rifle, but his opponent had used a wooden arrow.
A wooden arrow capable of striking from hundreds of meters away had shattered Xiao Luo's perception of the world.
At such a great distance, he couldn't fathom how the opponent had shot so far and still managed to aim at him. It was an utterly incomprehensible feat.
Perhaps unnerved by Ning Beichen, Xiao Luo did not make another move for the rest of the time.
One reason was that his sniper rifle had been destroyed by Ning Beichen's arrow. The second was that he had developed a sense of dread towards Ning Beichen.
Following Ning Beichen was like courting death. He stood on the rooftop with his compound bow, and occasionally, screams could be heard from the distance.
One assassin, hidden in the shadows, never even got a chance to attack before a wooden arrow pierced his head, pinning him to the ground.
"Charge in!"
Those assassins were also going mad. They had organized nearly thirty top killers, and yet more than a dozen had been taken out by surprise arrows.
If this continued, they would soon be wiped out.
The remaining assassins immediately used cover to surge into the building, while Da Sheng launched an attack at the main entrance.
He had already emptied two magazines and only had one left.
He actually found it strange. The enemy's attack had been fierce earlier, suppressing him with their firepower to the point where he dared not show his head.
But within a short while, the enemy's attack frequency had more than halved.
However, Da Sheng was unaware of what was happening outside, let alone that Ning Beichen had already eliminated more than half the enemies on the rooftop.
If the other assassins hadn't been hiding behind cover, they would have been completely wiped out by Ning Beichen.
It was just that Ning Beichen's arrows were also depleted, making long-range kills impossible. With resignation, he put away his compound bow and turned to see Liu Yilin staring at him in astonishment.
"Boss, don't worry. They're just minor thugs. I can handle them myself," Ning Beichen said, flashing her a grin.
Liu Yilin snapped back to reality. She hadn't seen Ning Beichen kill anyone, but she found his use of a bow and arrow utterly absurd.
The enemies were using firearms, and with a barrage of shots, people were dying. Yet this guy was acting like a primitive man, holding a bow and arrow.
What could a bow and arrow do?
Shoot someone from hundreds of meters away on a rooftop?
Leaving aside whether such a distance was even hittable, she had just seen Ning Beichen shoot an arrow without even aiming, just firing it casually. What was the difference between his skill and children playing house?
"Ning Beichen, what do we do now? We can't get through on the phone, and the power is out. Are we just going to hide here? Will they come up?" Liu Yilin said fearfully, finding Ning Beichen somewhat unreliable.
"Let them come up if they want. I'll kill them one by one. Let's see how many they have to spare," Ning Beichen said with a murderous aura.
Liu Yilin rolled her eyes at him. At a time like this, he was still boasting.
"Alright, boss, I know you don't believe me. But don't worry, those four guys downstairs, although their abilities are a bit weaker, they should be able to hold them off for a while."
Ning Beichen was accustomed to Liu Yilin's skepticism, so he didn't get agitated or try to explain.
But as soon as Ning Beichen finished speaking, a loud explosion was heard from the bottom of the building.
A grenade was thrown in through the main entrance.
Da Sheng was terrified at the sight. He quickly shouted and ducked behind a sofa.
With a boom.
The explosion rang in Da Sheng's ears, and he saw stars. Through the smoke, he spotted a figure emerging.
Da Sheng quickly raised his gun and fired at him.
With a few sharp cracks, he vaguely saw someone fall in the smoke.
Da Sheng waited for a moment, and seeing no one else, he crept out from behind the sofa. However, just then, a figure lunged at him from the smoke.
Da Sheng was about to shoot.
But the figure was incredibly agile. It ducked and weaved, and with a swift close-range kick, it sent the gun flying from Da Sheng's hand.
The figure continued to attack Da Sheng in the smoke. Judging by its build, it seemed to be a woman, and her movements were so swift that Da Sheng could barely fight back.
However, Da Sheng was not known for nothing. While his close-quarters combat skills weren't as formidable as Long Quan's, he was a Sanda champion within the organization for several consecutive years.
Da Sheng endured the woman's attacks and then seized an opportunity. He got up and delivered a whip kick, sending the woman flying.
But before he could pursue her.
The woman, after landing, used a marble pillar to propel herself. She flew through the air and clamped down on Da Sheng's waist.
Then, like a nimble python, she began to attack Da Sheng relentlessly, her fists pounding like drums.
Da Sheng was in agony, trying to shake the woman off. But the woman seemed to understand human anatomy well, knowing exactly where to strike to exert force, specifically targeting Da Sheng's strong points.
Fortunately, although Da Sheng's close-quarters combat skills weren't exceptional and his agility wasn't great, he was thick-skinned and tough, possessing the strongest defense among the four.