As Bobby released the bow string, the man dressed in gray smirked.
_Swish! Swish! Swish!_
However, when the three arrows flew towards the man, his expression suddenly changed. These three poison arrows had small gaps between them and were not in a straight line. They were arranged in such a way that left no room for escape. He was completely trapped!
_Crack!_
The man in gray flicked his hand and a gust of wind snapped the first arrow, but the second arrow came right after.
If the man wanted to dodge the second arrow and attack Bobby in the best way possible, he would have to face the third arrow. Had Bobby calculated the position of the third arrow based on how the man would react?
_How did he do this…_ The man's eyes widened as sudden realization dawned on him. If this had all been planned by Bobby, it would be extremely frightening. He was a child not even fourteen years of age!