Li Bufan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill shot up from his spine to the top of his head.
The three sharp arrows he had fired with all his strength, enough to punch through iron plating, had actually been caught barehanded by that seemingly frail Second Chief with such casual ease—and then hurled back with even more violent force!
From seventy paces away, he could throw arrows barehanded and smash craters into hard mountain rock! What kind of terrifying strength and precision was that? This was absolutely not a realm ordinary martial arts could reach!
Bone Tempering Realm! At the very least, he's a Bone Tempering Realm expert! Perhaps even higher! This horrifying thought flashed through Li Bufan's mind, and his heart pounded wildly.
No matter how strong one's skin and flesh were tempered, it only made one's movements and fists more nimble. Tendon Tempering merely made the whole body more agile and increased speed. But once one began tempering the bones, Blood Qi Power underwent a qualitative transformation—strength, speed, and reaction would all far surpass the Tendon Tempering Realm! This Second Chief, Chen He, had hidden himself far too deeply!
"Damn it! That pretty boy is a tough nut to crack!" Zhou Meng saw the horrifying scene as well. He was so shocked that he nearly lost his grip on his saber, and he burst into curses.
Sun Gan's expression turned even more grave as he urgently said, "Bufan, be careful! He's got his eye on you!"
Sure enough, atop the stockade wall, Chen He had failed to kill his enemy in one strike. The scholarly air he had been feigning vanished completely, replaced by the teasing look of a cat playing with a mouse and icy killing intent.
From seventy paces away, his gaze locked onto Li Bufan,