Cao Biansheng trembled as he recalled the hunt for the Desert Giant Worm.
Although he hadn't killed it up close with his own hands, operating the Car-Mounted Crossbow and pinning it to its death—wasn't that, in its own way, doing it himself?
This was the Car-Mounted Crossbow he had operated with his own two hands.
'Could I kill such a huge beast with conventional weapons?'
Cao Biansheng suddenly had an epiphany.
A vehicle-mounted crossbow is still a crossbow, and a crossbow arrow is still an arrow. 'So isn't this, in its own way, a form of Arrow Skill?'
Qin Ziwu was a little chagrined. He was still replaying his second shot from a moment ago—the one that had missed.
The worm had been moving constantly, making it difficult to aim.
He felt it was a shame. 'If only my aim had been a little better.'
After the Desert Giant Worm died, the group waited on the sidelines for a long time, unsure if it had any companions.
