Jiang Ding looked at the group of arrows flying toward him.
They hadn't reached the speed of sound, so they could be avoided, and the initial movements of these stockade fighters were so obvious that there was ample time for him to predict their attacks in advance.
With a tap of his foot, his Inner Energy circulated through his body in a specific complex pattern, and his form glided like a shadow, avoiding most of the crossbow bolts.
Step Sword Form!
A few unavoidable bolts remained, but Jiang Ding drew his sword, and a flash of Sword-light passed, breaking the bolts into pieces along with their shadows.
"Shoot! Keep shooting!"
Zhou Kun felt a chill run down his spine and yelled repeatedly.
Such speed.
It far exceeded that of any opponent he had faced in all his years, unheard of – if he were to face him alone, he wouldn't even have the chance to react!
The stockade fighters fumbled to load their crossbows, but it was already too late.
