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... ly him. Just behind the arrow aimed at Michael was another one.
Michael’s instincts howled. Even with [Iron Skin] active, his body tensed in a way he couldn’t ignore.
This arrow was far more lethal than ordinary projectile. His gut screamed that to take it head-on would be fatal.
Rage sparked in his chest too.
Fisherman.
Someone had waited, biding their time in the mist, letting him do the hard work before striking.
But it seemed the heavens still ...
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