"Who goes there!"
"Come out!"
"I've already seen you!"
Lu Lin shouted loudly, cautiously checking the surroundings.
Suddenly.
An evil gust of wind rang out, and Lu Lin quickly turned his head.
He saw a short arrow fly past his ear.
Lu Lin immediately hit the ground, carefully looking in the direction the short arrow came from.
No one...
And no sound at all.
As the short arrow hit the ground, Lu Lin cautiously approached to inspect it, crouching low to avoid exposing himself to the adversary's sight.
Fortunately, the basketball court area was overgrown with weeds and littered with garbage.
As long as Lu Lin was careful, he wouldn't be easily seen.
The short arrow on the ground was only a palm-length of Lu Lin, made entirely of iron, with three blood grooves on its arrowhead. One could imagine that once this short arrow penetrated the body, it would not only open a wound to bleed but also prevent the injured martial artist from quickly closing the wound.
