216 Black Tiger

A man and his dog communicated telepathically as they reached the shore.

The pair walked along a long embankment, entering the ferry port at an unhurried pace.

The last traces of the sunset lingered on the horizon.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a cold arrow shot rapidly towards Fang Zhixing's face.

Fang Zhixing raised his hand, and with a snap, caught the arrow.

The arrow, carrying incredible penetration, stopped just a few centimeters from his nose.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and realized that this was no ordinary arrow.

The arrow was two meters long, resembling a javelin with a tip as large as a harpoon.

"Oh, a mechanical crossbow!"

Having once served as an Archery Instructor and participated in sieges, Fang Zhixing recognized this large arrow instantly.

Launching such a large arrow required a specially-made mechanical crossbow carriage.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sound of air breaking thundered as arrow after arrow descended from the sky!

"Oh damn!"