57 Choice

Three days later, in the training chamber, Fang Xingjian’s silhouette turned into an incessantly flickering blurry grey shadow, as he moved about.

In the spot where he was standing, threads of black light were flying across the space, directly piercing into the ground.

It was the Ox Hair Needle Huang Lin borrowed from the military, a kind of standardized weapon with extreme speed and power.

As the last one thousand Ox Hair Needles were fired, Fang Xingjian halted his movements, removing the earplugs from his ears and feeling his eyes.

On the other side, Jack and Anthony put down the needle box they were holding, stuck out their tongues and said,

“This item is quite overwhelming. If one fires a volley of needles at close distance, even a Knight would fall prey to it if not cautious.”