"Swish, swish, swish, swish—!"
Silver arrows sped through the air, embedding deeply into the plastic floor of the boxing ring.
At this moment, each of the spectator stands on all four sides had ten archers releasing arrows from their bows, but no matter how well-trained these ordinary people were, their reaction speed had its limits.
In the past, their superior eyesight had been a boon, but now they couldn't even catch a glimpse of their target's shadow!
That blurry phantom seemed like an incredibly agile gust of wind, flashing through their line of sight a few times before evading or deflecting every arrow.
Merely sweeping through the crowd of archers, a fleeting and indistinct shadow of a staff flickered, and one by one, the archers fell to the ground, incapacitated.
"This speed..."
Inside the monitoring room of the underground boxing arena, Sister Yang's pupils contracted, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding on the monitors.