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How did he dare?
One man charging into a formation of two hundred!
How did he dare!
This wasn't some kind of tag-team combat, where you fight one-on-one, but rather two hundred people attacking one!
And he carried an ice coffin as a burden!
Could it be that after lingering in the North for too long, killing too many people, he grew accustomed to the fight?
Did he think our Nanli was as foolish as that eastern bunch who knew only single combat?
Yuan Ye shouted in anger, "Then let him see the prowess of my Nanli army formation!"
"Release the arrows!"
"Shoot them all dead for me!"
Crack, crack, crack!
Crack, crack, crack!
Crack, crack, crack!
Almost every Nanli samurai had a Power Gu, and now two hundred men drew their bows simultaneously, like a thunderous roar, the Mystic Iron great bows clacking and echoing!
