Lucky One

Yang Bo reached out and lightly touched the other man's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. You give me the feeling of a mountain!"

"Haha, thanks for the compliment!" Fernan grinned broadly and laughed.

"I'll show you, then," Fernan said.

Fernan reached out and picked up a throwing spear—more accurately, a javelin.

In cold weapon combat, bows and arrows were not all-powerful. Against infantry in Iron Armor, other weapons were needed.

This was already a Training Ground. Fernan let out a roar.

The other Black Armor Cavalry who were training immediately moved aside.

About two hundred meters away stood a target.

Then Fernan roared again. Without any apparent preparation, he instantly hurled the javelin in his hand.

"Three hundred and twenty meters per second!" As Yang Bo watched the javelin strike the target at high speed, a number immediately surfaced in his mind.

This was a cold weapon, yet the distant target had been shattered, and the javelin had sunk directly into the earthen wall behind it.

"Subsonic speed!" Yang Bo knew that some compound bows on Earth could reach such speeds.

"Sir, is this the effect of a Power Seed?" Yang Bo was genuinely astonished. An ordinary person could display such strength without the aid of any tools.

"This isn't even my strongest throw. The Regiment Commander of the Kingdom Knights can blow apart a section of city wall with a javelin." Hearing this, Yang Bo guessed that the commander's javelins could definitely reach supersonic speeds.

If they were forged entirely from metal, their destructive power would be quite impressive.

"But I can only throw a javelin like that seven times at most. After that, I need to rest for at least a week," Fernan nodded and answered.

"Lucky Handy, are you willing to accept a Power