"Not going to play fair in martial ethics?"
Upon hearing Tao Yu's resounding voice, amplified by his sonic skill, Bo Yan's face twisted, and he then bellowed,
"We were never part of the Martial World! It's the survival of the fittest! Today, it's either you die, or I perish!"
The more Tao Yu retreated and spoke, the more his momentum seemed to swell.
But in the next moment, he saw the two AT200s that Tao Yu had pulled out.
Their odd, black appearance left him somewhat perplexed.
However, by this time, all the soldiers in the camp that could mount horses had done so. The sons of the plains began to showcase their unparalleled riding and shooting skills, preparing to draw their bows and notch their arrows atop their mounts.
"This is a gun, codenamed AT200, thirty-six rounds per breath. I kindly ask everyone for your instruction."
