Ethan gazed at the incoming arrow and casually tilted his head to dodge it. But just as the arrow flew past, it abruptly made a 180-degree turn, homing back toward him.
"A homing arrow!"
Ethan frowned, quickly raising his arm. Timing it perfectly, he swung his curved blade with force, striking the shaft of the arrow.
*Crack!*
With a sharp crack, the arrow split in two and fell harmlessly to the ground.
"Chasing Fate! Help me!"
The puddle-like figure of the masked man, now reduced to a watery mess, cried out toward the distance.
"No one can save you now!"
Ethan snorted coldly, preparing to snap his fingers once again.
"Rain of Arrows!"
But just then, the archer in the distance unleashed another skill. A massive volley of arrows fell like a meteor shower, covering a 10-yard radius around Ethan.
"Lucky for you!"
