Below the shoulder guards, from the upper arm down to the elbow, there was no armor.
As the long arrow cut diagonally past, it instantly sliced a long, narrow gash across Zhongli Ting's arm. Warm blood welled up fiercely from the wound, staining half of his arm red in the blink of an eye.
Yet Zhongli Ting seemed completely unaware of the injury he had just sustained. His pace in pressing the attack against Hua Yichao did not slow down by even a fraction; if anything, he grew even more ferocious.
Chapter 159