Alex Cong took the red silk and murmured, "This is really beautifully written." The two characters were written in extremely neat regular script with a brush, and the strokes were rigorous, like an axe. They looked both bold and conservative, and full of righteousness. Just looking at these two characters made people feel awe. Alex Cong touched them lightly with her fingers, "The ink is not dry yet."
Liam Fengyu looked at the vast expanse of green in the distance and frowned, "You want to chase us away? Does that mean that the oil here has already been taken by someone else?"
Tony Cheng stretched out his hand to grab the arrow and pulled it hard, but the arrow body was bent. He looked coldly at the rough wooden arrow. Thinking that the arrow had pierced Alex Cong's head before he could react, he couldn't help but tremble.
He himself is a sniper, which also involves long-range attack. No one knows better than him how big a threat snipers and archers pose to the enemy on the battlefield. As long as there is a long-range attacker in control, the enemy's range of action can be suppressed to a great extent. After all, no one can dodge bullets and arrows fired at high speed.
The power, accuracy and force of this arrow truly shocked them. Who... was this person?
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