When Li Tianhao heard those words, it was as though a sudden flash of enlightenment struck his mind.
"Right! I'm much faster and stronger than him. If I keep my distance, he won't be able to touch me at all!" he thought, his chest heaving with suppressed fury.
He shot a venomous glare at Lin Feng, who still hadn't moved an inch since the battle began, standing there as calmly as if he were watching a performance rather than facing a life-or-death duel.
That infuriating stillness only poured more fuel onto Li Tianhao's already raging fire.
Veins bulged on his forehead as his fingers curled into fists, his nails digging painfully into his palms.
Without hesitation, he reached into his storage ring.
A moment later, a massive longbow appeared in his hands, nearly as tall as his own body.
The bow was dark and heavy, its limbs engraved with faint runes that glimmered coldly in the light, radiating a sharp, murderous aura.
