The bright moonlight shone on the roof of the bookstore. Malcolm Merlyn, dressed in black, wearing a hooded cape and a black mask, was startled. Then he drew his bow and arrow and turned around without hesitation, shooting behind him.
"Whoosh--"
The arrow seemed to blend into the night. Only the sound was heard, not the shape!
"Clang!"
A crisp collision sound rang out, and the black metal wings easily deflected the powerful arrow.
Then, Laurel Lance landed, and her wings retracted.
"Who are You!"
Malcolm Merlyn stared at the other party vigilantly, his bow drawn full again.
"Malcolm Merlyn."
"You have failed this City!"
Laurel Lance shouted this sentence with a little shame.
The shame came from the discomfort of being a costumed hero for the first time. As for the sentence Samuel told her to say, she personally liked it very much!
A hero, of course, must protect their City. Those who destroy this City have naturally failed this City!
Okay, she knew the person in front of her was Malcolm Merlyn, but she didn't know what he had done, whether he had failed this City, but she believed Samuel, and this sentence was indeed very imposing.
"I have failed this City? Hmph, this City has failed me!" Malcolm Merlyn seemed to have been poked in a sore spot, and he snorted coldly, shooting the arrow in his hand again.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh -- whoosh whoosh whoosh --"
This time it wasn't just one arrow, but a rapid fire of arrows.
Malcolm Merlyn's archery came from the League of Assassins. Not only him, but Green Arrow, Yao Fei, Shado, including Speedy, etc., this series of people who play with bows and arrows, their archery all comes from the League of Assassins.
Malcolm Merlyn was able to graduate from the League of Assassins and successfully obtain a title, which shows his strength, especially in archery, which is indeed very powerful.
Archery is just one of the many abilities taught by the League of Assassins. Someone who uses archery as their main method and characteristic must have exceptional talent in this area.
Sara also came from the League of Assassins, but she is not good at using arrows.
Clang clang clang -- clang clang clang --
The barrage of arrows was blocked by Laurel Lance with her police baton. When she knocked away the last arrow, she felt a little smug.
In less than a day, she went from an ordinary girl to a martial arts master, to a superhero who can block arrows with a weapon. Anyone would feel this way.
But her opponent was an old hand.
The moment the last arrow landed, Malcolm Merlyn had already rushed to Laurel Lance's front.
He held an arrow picked up from the ground in his hand and threw it out directly with lightning speed.
Laurel Lance's reaction was also quick. She swung her police baton, directly deflecting the arrow, and then almost instinctively smashed the bow of Malcolm Merlyn with her other police baton.
"Bang!"
The bow and the police baton collided. Laurel Lance immediately launched a combo. Malcolm Merlyn was also not to be outdone. They quickly started fighting back and forth.
The more Laurel Lance fought, the more relaxed she became, and the more confident she became. At first, the martial arts she used still had some traces of routines, but as she fought, it became more like an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found.
In contrast, Malcolm Merlyn was more and more startled as he fought. The fighting techniques the other party had mastered were too many. At first, there were still traces to follow and he could easily cope, but gradually, he began to feel strained.
"No! I can't fight like this!"
Malcolm Merlyn's expression suddenly changed, his eyes looking behind Laurel Lance, and he shouted coldly: "Samuel, You finally came out!"
Samuel came out?
Laurel Lance didn't think about anything, she just heard Samuel's name and instinctively turned around to look behind her.
That feeling was like the reaction of suddenly hearing someone call the name of the person you like while walking on the street, it was absolutely subconscious, or rather, unconscious.
Her brain hadn't given the command yet, but her body had already reacted.
"You are indeed related to Samuel!" Malcolm Merlyn's eyes suddenly lit up. Then he wiped his hand on his waist, pulled out a dagger, and suddenly stabbed it into Laurel Lance's back.
His timing was very accurate, and his attack was very fast. Laurel Lance was still looking for Samuel's figure, and the dagger had already stabbed her in the back.
"Bang!"
An invisible energy surged. Malcolm Merlyn groaned and was directly sent flying, the dagger also flying out of his hand.
"You--" Malcolm Merlyn looked at Laurel Lance, who had already reacted, with disbelief in his widened eyes.
He never expected that the other party's uniform was so advanced that it could even counter-attack!
Such technology, he had never heard of anyone or any technology company truly realizing it. You-- no, it should be Samuel, who exactly are You!
Malcolm Merlyn's thoughts were in a whirl, but Laurel Lance was a little angry. If it weren't for the uniform, that blow just now would have left her disabled if not dead.
"Wait!"
Looking at Laurel Lance's eyes under the mask gradually igniting, Malcolm Merlyn waved his hand to stop her while taking off his mask.
Laurel Lance's expression didn't change at all.
Malcolm Merlyn knew, the other party indeed already knew who he was.
"I want to see Samuel!"
"He deliberately lured me out, didn't he? He wants to see me, or rather, whatever his purpose, he needs me!"
"Since that's the case, why don't we talk openly and honestly?
Malcolm Merlyn slowly got up, looking like he wasn't going to fight anymore.
"Keep going, his only value is to be your sparring partner." Samuel's voice rang in Laurel Lance's mind.
Laurel Lance didn't say a word and rushed up directly.
Malcolm Merlyn sighed gloomily and could only accept the challenge, continuing to fight.
However, this time he had already decided to retreat.
The woman in front of him was getting stronger with every move, and there was also a mysterious Samuel hiding in the dark who knew his identity. If he continued to fight, he would definitely not benefit.
Let's retreat first!
Malcolm Merlyn suddenly launched a fierce attack, forcing Laurel Lance back, then turned around and leaped off the roof with swift steps.
He stopped in mid-air!
Malcolm Merlyn:???
Laurel Lance, who had caught up:???
"Samuel!"
Malcolm Merlyn shouted Samuel's name with shame and anger.
His reaction was very fast. Although he didn't know how Samuel did it, there was no doubt that he was the one who did it!
"You come out!"
"No, You let me down first!"
Malcolm Merlyn gritted his teeth and shouted.
As soon as his voice fell, a strange force threw him back onto the roof. Then, an even stranger scene occurred.
The arrows he had just shot out actually flew back from all directions on their own.
"Swish swish swish — swish swish swish —"
Each arrow flew back accurately into the quiver. That wasn't all; one arrow even landed directly in his hand, while his other hand uncontrollably raised the bow.
This was, to make him continue fighting?!
That guy, he, he wouldn't let him leave, making him continue to fight with the woman in front of him?
He, he was making him this woman's sparring partner!
Damn bastard, he's humiliating me!
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