Wu Zhengzhong broke out in a cold sweat. The arrow embedded in the wall was made of wood.
But it had been aimed straight at the center of his brow.
If Duan Xu hadn't yanked him out of the way in time, his skull would have burst apart just like the wall.
"Who's there? How dare you ambush a disciple of the Scale Python Martial Academy?
If you've got guts, show yourself!" Duan Xu's voice was rough and booming. When he roared in anger, he sounded like a bear.
Dust shook loose from the walls on both sides of the alley.
The people inside the wine shop thought some livestock had wandered into the city. They rushed out without even stopping to put on their shoes.
Only then did they see that the one shouting was a young, powerfully built boy.
Duan Xu and Wu Zhengzhong—did they still have the mood to drink now?
The Martial Arts Examination had only just ended, and someone was already provoking them like this. If word got out, wouldn't it bring shame on the Scale Python Martial Academy? So the two of them each put their skills to use.
Wu Zhengzhong leaped onto a high wall, using his sight and hearing to search for the attacker hidden nearby.
Duan Xu, meanwhile, picked up the two arrowheads.
He felt as if he'd seen them somewhere before. But with danger upon them, he couldn't remember where, and swiftly searched every corner of the alley.
They searched for ages, right up until sunset, but found not the slightest trace.
They questioned the people nearby, but everyone said they hadn't seen anyone skulking around the alley and setting traps.
"Damn, this is downright uncanny. Someone must've set those concealed weapons to get revenge on somebody.
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