"Huh!?" With the strength of Yang Ze, how could he not even feel the incoming attack? He simply raised his hand and used two fingers to clasp the crude wooden arrow.
The moment Yang Ze caught the arrow, it snapped in two, demonstrating its poor quality.
Yang Ze finally turned to look in the direction from which the arrow was shot, and the moment he turned his head back, he was greeted by four more arrows which were aimed directly at his face.
"Interesting." Even now, Yang Ze couldn't see the figure of the person attacking. He simply lifted his hand and patted away the arrows like he was patting off dust from his clothes. Even though such poor-quality arrows couldn't even scratch his skin, much less injure him, he still didn't let them hit his head.
Yang Ze's eyes were focused in the direction from which the arrows were fired as he took a step forward, walking in the direction of the attacker.
