Qin An lightly pressed, all the force was gathered, converging into a majestic power.
When this punch was fiercely struck, in addition to the arrow's power already weakened to a certain extent, both sides' residual forces exploded with a roar.
Qin An's fist, carrying the strength of the crowd, actually equaled the arrow.
Both sides, like two bulls, continued to wrestle on the battlefield, deadlocked.
A trickle of cold sweat appeared on Qin An's forehead, as he felt the Qi Blood Power inside him being frantically drawn out, converging on his fist and pouring out.
The momentum on his side was slowly weakening.
In contrast, the arrow began to show cracks.
The arrow, originally as straight as a white poplar, began to bend as cracks appeared.
Qin An shouted, "Break for me!"
As cracks gradually appeared on the arrow, constantly attacked by Qin An's force, the cracks rapidly spread.
"Crack—"
