"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
It was as if ancient ninjas were shooting blow darts from their mouths, green shooters spewing out large peas. These peas moved even faster than bullets.
They traced sharp, thunderous arcs through the air, targeting the medieval cannonballs that were coming head-on.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The frequency of the explosions resembled a fireworks show, filling the quiet amusement park with roars.
Under the combined firepower of the assault rifle and two pea shooters, the cannonballs shot from the Ghost Ship exploded without fail before they could get close to the sword.
The air heated up abruptly, the residual waves of the explosions not yet subsided, as the scorching winds lashed out like waves.
Cai Bing's eyes were lowered in concentration as she controlled the flying swords, her slightly curled shoulder-length black hair fluttering upwards in the aftermath of the blasts.
