As the javelin flew toward him, Chen Chuan stood his ground, blade in hand. His expression was calm, and he showed no intention of dodging.
Just as the weapon was about to strike his forehead, a long staff shot out from the side and caught the javelin. With a simple flick, it sent the projectile flying far into the distance.
Yuan Qiuyuan retracted his long staff and shot a provocative glance at the man who had thrown the javelin.
The Duty Samurai remained silent. After throwing the one javelin, he made no other moves and simply continued striding toward them.
Chen Chuan noticed that as the distance closed, the trio's speed and rhythm were clearly increasing, their breathing adjusting and quickening in tandem.
To his right, Qin Qingque seemed completely unaffected. She steadily raised her rifle, fired, worked the bolt, and then fired again.
