Wang Anfeng dashed forward two steps, raised his hand, and grabbed a bow from a nearby vendor who hadn't had time to pack up. As he continued to sprint forward, he grabbed arrows meant for a game of pot shooting. He nocked an arrow and fired it, instantly breaking the bow.
At the same time, the arrows, whistling sharply through the air, shot toward the legs of the muscular man, piercing through at once. The man staggered, then continued to run forward with gritted teeth, showing extraordinary willpower and execution.
Wang Anfeng tossed the broken bow aside and was about to chase forward, but just then, the long hair he tightly clutched in his palm suddenly burned like flame. Wang Anfeng paused in his steps, the stinging pain disappearing in an instant as his anger-fueled reason, induced by nearing the tied-up member of the Eastern tribe, returned.
Immediately in the next instant, he realized the anomaly in the actions of the man fleeing in panic—
