In the blink of an eye, two bandits had already died. The remaining three charging at Lu Ye could not help but halt, their faces filled with wariness.
Compared to ordinary people, these men merely had a little more strength and brutality. Though they had seen plenty of death, when death came knocking on their own doors, they lacked the nerve and courage to face it.
"Whoosh..." The sound of something slicing through the air rang out. Just as Lu Ye was about to strike again, he suddenly turned, flicking his spear into a flourish and precisely striking an arrow fired from behind and to his side.
With a bang, the arrow snapped in two. Lu Ye followed its trajectory and saw a short, squat bandit crouching on a rooftop, a longbow drawn in his hands as he stared in Lu Ye's direction.
The bandit wore a dazed expression. Clearly, he had not expected Lu Ye's reaction to be so quick. They said an open spear was easy to evade, but an arrow in the dark was hard to guard against—yet even his stealthy shot had been blocked like this.
Their eyes met. The bandit hurriedly pulled another arrow from the quiver on his back and drew the bowstring.
The next instant, terror filled his face, for he watched Lu Ye throw his spear toward him.
He instinctively tried to dodge, but the spear was too fast. His vision blurred, and the spear pierced straight through him, sending him flying backward with a miserable scream.
"Get him! Kill him!"
A startled shout rang out. Seeing that Lu Ye had thrown away his spear, the three bandits beside him found their courage surging. A bearded man yelled and took the lead, swinging his blade down at Lu Ye.
At that moment,