The archery of Ning Que was the best in the world. No matter it was the grassland barbarians who were excellent in riding and shooting or the Horse Gangs lived on bowstring, they were not comparable to Ning Que. Besides his accuracy and method of controlling bowstring, his speed of shooting arrow was even more astonishing.
At the moment he borrowed the force of running ahead to draw the bowstring and shoot the arrow all at once. The arrow was even as quick as lightening. When the string of boxwood bow was still slightly quivering in the wind, the arrow bunch had flew to the front of the Horse Gang leader's face and was about to shoot him to death.
At this critical point, a small round shield leaned out from beside the Horse Gang leader and breathtakingly warded off the arrow. A muffled sound like that of beating drum was heard and the Horse Gang holding the shield made a stuffy hum and his ride retreated for several steps.