Turns Out I Still Can't Let You Go

Across the Wilderness, bowstrings twanged without pause, and screams followed just as relentlessly.

Pan Long had no intention of fighting these bandits up close. He kept his distance and fired arrow after arrow. Their shortbows could match his longbow in neither range nor power. As long as he stayed far enough away, he could even catch the arrows they shot at him and fire them straight back—just as he had done with his opening shot.

That trick of shooting an arrow back demanded quick reflexes and considerable skill with a bow. But when someone pulled it off, it dealt a crushing blow to the enemy's morale.

The bandits watched Pan Long catch the arrows that reached him again and again, nock them, and shoot their own men dead. Their courage steadily drained away. When the sixth man—and the last archer among them—fell to Pan Long's bow, their nerve finally broke. More than one began to retreat.

"Don't be afraid!" the bandit leader shouted when he saw his companions falter. "There's only one of him! He doesn't have many arrows in his quiver!"

With that, he led the charge straight at Pan Long.

Pan Long was a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen someone charge an archer on foot.

Is there something wrong with this guy's head? He could at least hold up a shield...

He drew his bow and sent an arrow at the man's throat, only for an upraised longsword to block it.

The moment the bandit leader saw Pan Long draw, he had held his sword across his throat. Sure enough, it stopped the arrow. A chill of belated fear ran through him.

If that kid didn't always aim for the throat, that arrow would have killed me!

Fear slowed his steps. But when