Bronze Tiger opened his mouth, bit down on the incoming crossbow bolt, spat it aside, and flipped to his feet. His gaze settled on Helena, who was loading her crossbow. He hooked a bolt off the ground with his toes and kicked it at her.
The bolt spun through the air with a piercing whistle.
Helena instinctively raised her crossbow to block it. With a clang, the bowstring snapped, and even the refined steel rail was gouged. The impact numbed her palm, nearly knocking the crossbow from her hand.
Miao Mu climbed up from the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. It felt as though there were a blender in his stomach, and the pain was excruciating!
Seeing Miao Mu looking like a candle flickering in the wind, Bronze Tiger tapped several acupoints on his chest to stop the bleeding from his wound. Then he reached into his bulging muscles and pulled out the bullet.
He flicked it with a finger, then held the bullet between his fingers and aimed it at Miao Mu. He was no longer in the mood to compete with Miao Mu in martial arts.
"Before you die, can you tell me who wants me dead?"
Miao Mu pulled out a flask, plopped down on the ground, and looked utterly dejected, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
"You're one of the strongest fighters in the world, aren't you? You can't let me die without even knowing why, can you? Who did I offend? Every grievance has a debtor. Even if I go to Hell, I need to know who my enemy is... Urgh!"
Miao Mu spat out another mouthful of blood and broke into a violent coughing fit. He unscrewed the flask and took a huge swig.
*Stalling for even a