"Hah!"
As Second Master Ferocious Pig bent his bow to shoot an arrow, not only was his selection of strength and angle tricky, but most importantly, his timing was perfectly grasped.
It was just as Su the Chief had struck a bandit with his long whip and was withdrawing his steel whip.
Thus, his old strength was exhausted, and new force was yet to be born.
This was precisely a moment when a Martial Artist's defense was at its weakest.
Indeed, even though Su the Chief had already noticed the incoming arrow, he didn't have time to block it with his long whip.
As a result, Su the Chief had to rely on the sudden burst of Spiritual Power within his body to dodge the critical spot in a bizarre posture.
"Swoosh!"
Although he avoided the fatal heart area, the arrow still pierced through the Spiritual Armor gathered by Su the Chief.
It lodged in his shoulder.
Suddenly, a splash of red appeared.
"Father."
Seeing Su the Chief's hand, a layer of mist rose in Su Jing's eyes.
