Chapter 112
Almost akin to a submachine gun’s bullets, stainless steel arrows shining with a cold light shot over.
"F**k your dead fat ass!"
Ye Tian cursed loudly, then twisted his body on the spot by an incredible 180 degrees, looking up at the sky, while almost at the same time, arrows passed close by the tip of his nose one after another— one, two, three... a total of eight arrows. By the time all eight arrows had flown past, Ye Tian had heavily fallen to the ground. His posture couldn’t possibly sustain the duration of eight arrows.
Lying on the ground, Ye Tian gasped heavily, looking up at Qin Chuan standing in front of him, the two men—one tall, one short—staring at each other.
"Come on! Step on me and kill me, damn it!" Ye Tian cursed out loud. Although he shouted, he still got up from the ground—it was not easy to survive, and he was not willing to die just yet.
Watching Ye Tian stand up, a hint of sadness suddenly crossed Qin Chuan’s eyes, then he turned away and walked aside, opting out of the fight, "I’m out, you guys continue."
"I’ve told you before, this kid isn’t one of us, you didn’t believe me." Fatty Long glanced at Qin Chuan while continuously loading arrows into his crossbow, "Although this kid has the aura of worldly society around him, he’s still someone who always speaks of worldly society’s moral codes, not very useful, watch me."
The crossbow aimed directly at Ye Tian, and then without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The fine steel crossbow, with a power equivalent to a 60-kilogram professional compound bow, was several times faster than the bows held by Yin Xue and Ping Jie.