"No, no way. Did I kill someone?" The student holding the bow trembled all over, his face deathly pale. He'd never been through anything like this and was so scared he didn't know what to do.
The other students from Zhengde Middle School exchanged bewildered looks, unsure what to do. They hadn't expected there to be anyone else on this uninhabited island.
Besides, the other party had been sneaking around so furtively and hadn't made a sound. It was only natural to mistake them for wild animals.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
In an instant, five or six figures appeared in the distance among the trees. They moved incredibly fast, radiating a murderous aura, and reached Xia Ping and the others in no time.
One of them was a middle-aged bald man. An arrow had struck his right arm, and blood was running from the wound. His face twisted with rage as he swept his gaze over the students and roared, "Who was it? Which bastard shot me with a bow? You fucking looking to die? Tell me, are you looking to die?"
His deafening roar was like a tiger's bellow, unleashing a tremendous wave of sound. His formidable strength as a Martial Apprentice Eighth Heaven expert was on full display, and Han Shan and the others were immediately cowed.
It wasn't just because the man was loud. Anyone could tell at a glance that these men were no good. They wore red tank tops and bulletproof vests, showing off their muscular arms covered in ferocious tattoos.
Most importantly, they were carrying guns and grenades, fully armed. They radiated a murderous aura, clearly having killed before.
Compared with ordinary martial artists, these men were obviously far more vicious.
Xia Ping's eyes flickered. He could tell these men weren't ordinary people. They seemed