(The previous chapter was duplicated. It has been fixed. Sorry about that.)
Since meeting the One-Eyed Giant, this was the first time Pan Long had seen it truly strike.
With just one punch, he knew his judgment of the monster had been right.
This One-Eyed Giant really could destroy all of Dingfeng Town!
Forty or fifty zhang still separated them. Strictly speaking, that was a fairly safe distance. Whether a martial artist used Lightness Skill or some form of ranged attack, crossing that much ground would take time.
"Arriving in the blink of an eye" still took a blink, after all.
To an ordinary person, a blink was too brief to react. But for a skilled martial artist, it was more than enough time.
That was why experts who had reached a certain level generally did not fear arrows.
In the history of the Nine Provinces, a Buddhist School monk had once helped a small city fend off an invading army. He made a wager with its commander, then sat alone in the army's path. As arrows rained down on him, he caught every one with his bare hands and laid them neatly beside him.
Before long, arrows had piled up beside him like a small mountain, yet not a single one had struck him.
The army blanched and could only slink away, leaving the city unharmed.
The feat sounded like something out of myth, but Pan Long thought little of it. The time between an arrow being loosed and reaching its target had simply been enough for the monk to react.
Pan Long could do much the same thing.
To shoot down a skilled martial artist, one generally had to bring Strong Bows and powerful crossbows within ten paces. Only then might the target fail to react in time,