"How did he block it?"

In the distance, a man in white was utterly integrated with the dazzling snow on all sides. He was lying on his stomach under a pile of snow. A stone nearly covered by the snow was a cover for his sneak attack. His face suddenly changed when he saw John Doe blocking the arrows with his arm.

It was hard to believe that a bare hand could block his arrows.

In his opinion, this was simply impossible.

It was the ...