Elm District.
At the edge of a concrete wall covered in vines and bullet holes, a whoosh cut through the air.
Before the snow wolf gnawing at a corpse on the ground could react, it was nailed fiercely to a nearby tree trunk by a thrown spear.
Fang Chang, holding a mechanical composite bow, approached and checked the prey—it was dead. When he saw the short spear that had penetrated the tree trunk, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
"This is just too awesome!"
The tree trunk was as thick as a thigh.
If it were him shooting with an arrow, he wouldn't be able to penetrate it without a charged shot.
No, even with a charged shot, it would be difficult, unless it was switched to a pure steel-forged arrowhead, perhaps.
Wild Wind glanced at his own right hand, his face a picture of bewilderment as he muttered softly.
"...Is it really that strong?"
"Brother Wind."
"What?"
"Maybe switch hands when wiping your butt from now on."
"Get lost!"