Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1193 - 322 Sinful Plan_2

Chapter 1193: Chapter 322 Sinful Plan_2

Prince Mari certainly did not favor merely exchanging arrows; his target pointed directly at the throat of the Elves archer! Half of his Beamon genes had made this young prince of Mari less of the Elves’ peacefulness, and more of the fierce bloodthirstiness of his kind—his Platinum Moonblade was made for beheading his opponent!

The Aegeanian Elvish shooter’s loading speed was fully automatic and undeniably fast, but compared to Prince Mari, who truly mastered the highest level of Archery skills, he was clearly not at the same level.

In the rush of the moment, releasing five arrows in succession, the Desert Elves couldn’t stop Prince Mari’s Platinum Moonblade at all—Beamon’s hardest body was easily torn in two by the finest Vincent Platinum Moonblade!

That was the speed of action! Just a moment ago, the Elf was able to preempt by half a beat, letting House archers counter with arrows, but now, he could only passively defend against the young prince’s Moonblade!

However, true experts are, after all, experts. The Desert Elf quickly copied the technique, drew arrows again from the crimson quiver, nocked, and released four arrows in rapid succession, finally managing to deflect this Moonblade—Royal Bee arrows are too expensive and not inexhaustible! In the left pocket of the Desert Elf’s crimson quiver, there were also true nine-inch Iron Feather arrows!

Having shot the first Platinum Moonblade, Prince Mari watched the flustered Desert Elf as if he were watching a joke.

After the Desert Elf drew an arrow and nocked it, truly splitting his Moonblade with a genuine Iron leaf carved feather, Prince Mari then lifted his hand again. Others didn’t even see how he did it; a white flash had already "zinged" across the sky.

The launched Moonblade collided with the Desert Elf’s deflected Moonblade, creating a crossing arc like scissors, grazing past the Aegeanian shooter’s throat—dazzlingly fast and too quick for the eye!

A stream of blood surged into the sky from the headless trunk; the torch thrown by the king of the hill only landed on the sandy ground at this moment, bounced once, and burst out countless sparks.

It relied on "Variable Line Refraction" generated by the bounced Moonblades!

This is the supreme Archery skill mastered by archers of the Elves’ level!

Like Pavel Nedved’s "Marse Spin Arrow," this kind of archery requires not only relentless practice but also outstanding talent unmatched in ten thousand! Aegean Humans could achieve the same effect with Magical Equipment like "Soul-guided Arrow," but Elves and Centaur archers always scorned using such Magic Arrows!

Excellent archers should fully exert their skills, not rely on equipment! That is the true classic artistry of great archers!

The two Platinum Moonblades hadn’t fallen to the ground yet, still rotating and whistling in the sky like two mischievous hummingbirds, shaking off droplets of blood.

An entire two minutes! A breathless two minutes!

The two Platinum Moonblades circled and danced in the air for two minutes before finally landing with a "clang," ringing out a crisp impact sound.

The Elves’ three great Magical Bows, "Eruni’s Kiss," indeed lived up to its reputation! The wind system’s rotation force enchanted on it was so mighty that it was almost sensational to hear! If Prince Mari continued shooting, he could set up a wall of rotating Moonblades right in front of the enemy!

Wild cheers erupted from the City Wall! In single combat, skill always triumphs over trickery! That was the proudest cheer!

"Don’t say I didn’t give you Desert Elves a chance, who else wants to try their skills against me?" Pavel Nedved, ignited by an archer’s ambition, stepped forward, pushed the young Elven prince behind him, and stroked the merlons while looking down on all the Desert Elves below with disdain.

House Archer’s arrogance thoroughly ignited the fury of Desert Mainz; his twin bows still hung in the pouch at his thighs! He dared to challenge the finest archer of the Desert Mainz unarmed!

A Desert Elf over forty immediately stood out, a red sash tied around his waist, his hand resting on the Iron leaf arrows in his quiver’s left pocket, perhaps he too realized that trying to contest in Archery with this Beamon archer using Royal Bee arrows was extremely unwise.

The reason madmen are mad lies in their extraordinary capabilities; at this time, this aged Aegeanian Elvish shooter clearly trusted more in his skills than the Royal Bee!

"I am Mainz Red Sash Archer Bakhtiyar Isadhe from Taklamago; my prowess is known across the region! Hundreds of renowned archers have died at my hands!" The Desert Elf elegantly saluted, raising his bow.

"I am War God Summer Palace’s Vice Minister of the Left, Pavel Nedved, direct guard of Shaman of Divine Songs Richard; with the archers who dare challenge me, the more overconfident they are, the more likely I am to spare their life." Sweating profusely, House Archer spread his hands, lightly tapping his bow sheaths on both hips; the silver bow arms embedded with Magic Crystals sparkled brilliantly.

A torch flew across the sky, thrown by someone unknown.

With a muffled "thud" and a scream.

A long Immortal Thorn arrow pierced through the Desert Elf’s right hand resting on the bowstring, completely penetrating both the bow and the hand. The feather on the tail trembled lightly like a string. The four nine-inch short arrows originally pinched in his right fingers fell helplessly to the ground, with both scorching and Ice Crystal patterns spreading on his skin—this was the shadow of Ice and Fire Twin Edges subtly cruising along—in this incomplete Forbidden Magic Domain, all magical equipment only had fleeting moments to act. Nedved’s technique clearly surpassed the speed at which Magic Elements were dispersed!