1106 A Sword (I) 4yr

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The Drunkard's slightly pale face was painted with faint remorse. 
He had spent a major amount of Psyche Power back when he fled a thousand miles. Little did he know that the opponent was merely using an ordinary arrow. To be able to shoot an arrow so accurately from a conservative estimate of a hundred miles away, his skill was inconceivable and extremely terrifying. However, despite his proficiency in archery, it was but an ordinary arrow.
The Thirteen Primordial Arrows were what he feared and had been avoiding. Had he known in advance that it was only an ordinary arrow, he would not have to act so prudent. He could dismiss it with a simple hand wave.
Sangsang looked at him silently with no hint of mockery on her face as she uttered two other digits.
It was a new set of digits.
A buzzing squeal echoed before an arrow penetrated through the night sky, aiming directly to the Drunkard's throat.
This arrow acted faster than the previous one as the archer was getting nearer to the s