Chapter 437: The Black Arrow forced to be a sparring partner

The bright moonlight shone on the roof of the bookstore. Malcolm Merlyn, dressed in black, wearing a hood, and a black mask, froze for a moment, then drew his bow and nocked an arrow, turning and shooting behind him without any hesitation.

"Whoosh—"

The arrow seemed to melt into the night; one could only hear the sound, but not see its form!

"Clang!"

A crisp clashing sound rang out, and the black metal wings easily deflected the arrow, which was filled with power.

Immediately after, Laurel Lance landed, and her wings retracted.

"Who are you!"

Malcolm Merlyn stared at the other party vigilantly, his bow drawn to the full again.

"Malcolm Merlyn."

"You have failed this city!"

Laurel Lance shouted this line with a bit of shame.

The shame stemmed from the discomfort of being a costumed hero for the first time. As for this line that Su Quan had instructed her to say, she personally liked it quite a lot!

A hero, after all, must protect their own city. Those who destroy this city have naturally failed it!

Alright, she knew the person in front of her was Malcolm Merlyn, but she didn't know what he had done or if he had failed this city, but she trusted Su Quan, and this line was indeed very imposing.

"I have failed this city? Hmph, it is this city that has failed me!" Malcolm Merlyn seemed to have been poked in a sore spot. He let out a cold snort, and the arrow in his hand was shot out again.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

This time it wasn't just one arrow, but a volley of arrows.

Malcolm Merlyn's archery skills came from the League of Assassins. Not just him, but the Green Arrow, Yao Fei, Shado, including Speedy, etc. —this series of people who play with bows and arrows all have their archery skills from the League of Assassins.

Malcolm Merlyn was able to graduate from the League of Assassins and successfully earn a title, which shows that his strength, especially in archery, is indeed very formidable.

Archery is just one of the many abilities taught by the League of Assassins. Taking archery as his own specialty and characteristic, he must have extremely high talent in this area.

Sara also came from the League of Assassins, but she is not good at using a bow.

Clang, clang, clang—clang, clang, clang—

The volley of arrows, like a barrage, was blocked by Laurel Lance with her batons. When she swatted away the last arrow, she felt a little bit of pride in her heart.

In less than a day, she had gone from an ordinary girl to a martial arts master, to a superhero who could block arrows with weapons. Anyone would be like this if it were them.

But her opponent was an old hand.

The moment the last arrow landed, Malcolm Merlyn had already rushed in front of Laurel Lance.

He held an arrow he had picked up from the ground in his hand and threw it directly with lightning speed.

Laurel Lance's reaction was not slow either. She swung her baton and deflected the arrow, then, almost instinctively, used the other baton to smash at Malcolm Merlyn's bow.

"Bang!"

The bow and the baton collided, and Laurel Lance immediately launched a combo. Malcolm Merlyn didn't hold back either, and they were soon fighting back and forth.

Laurel Lance became more and more relaxed and confident as she fought. At first, the fighting styles she used still had traces of routines, but as she fought, it began to have a sense of being unpredictable and untraceable.

Compared to her, Malcolm Merlyn became more and more alarmed as he fought. The opponent knew too many fighting styles. At first, there were traces to follow, and he could deal with them easily, but gradually, he began to feel the strain.

"No! I can't keep fighting like this!"

Malcolm Merlyn's expression suddenly changed. He looked behind Laurel Lance and shouted coldly: "Su Quan, you're finally willing to come out!"

Su Quan came out?

Laurel Lance didn't think about anything; she just instinctively turned to look behind her when she heard Su Quan's name.

That feeling was just like the reaction of someone walking on the street and suddenly hearing someone call the name of the person they like—it was absolutely subconscious, or rather, unconscious.

The brain hadn't given the command yet, but the body had already reacted.

"You really are related to Su Quan!" Malcolm Merlyn's eyes lit up instantly, and then he wiped his waist, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed fiercely at Laurel Lance's back.

His timing was very precise, and his strike was very fast. Laurel Lance was still looking for Su Quan's figure, and the dagger had already stabbed into her back.

"Boom!"

An invisible energy surged, and Malcolm Merlyn let out a muffled groan and was directly sent flying, the dagger also flying out of his hand.

"You—" Malcolm Merlyn stared at Laurel Lance, who had already reacted, with wide, disbelieving eyes.

He never expected that the opponent's uniform would be so advanced that it could actually reflect attacks!

He had never heard of any person or any technology company that had truly realized such technology. You—no, it should be Su Quan, who exactly are you!

Malcolm Merlyn's thoughts were in chaos, but Laurel Lance was a bit angry. If it weren't for the uniform, she would have been dead or disabled from that strike just now.

"Wait!"

Watching the eyes under Laurel Lance's mask gradually catch fire, Malcolm Merlyn waved his hand to call for a stop while taking off his mask.

Laurel Lance's expression didn't change at all.

Malcolm Merlyn knew that the other party had indeed already known who he was.

"I want to see Su Quan!"

"He deliberately lured me out, right? He wants to see me, or rather, no matter what his purpose is, he needs me!"

"Since that's the case, why don't we have an open and honest talk?"

Malcolm Merlyn stood up slowly, looking like he wasn't prepared to keep fighting.

"Keep going. His only value is to be your sparring partner," Su Quan's voice rang in Laurel Lance's mind.

Laurel Lance didn't say a word and rushed up directly.