Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 575 - 120: The Arrow’s Momentum in the Long Room_5

Chapter 575: Chapter 120: The Arrow’s Momentum in the Long Room_5

The Centaur Archer twirled his yew longbow around his index finger, nonchalantly fitting it into his right bow quiver, before kicking his yew shortbow from the ground into his left hand. Five arrows in succession slammed into the Holy Knight’s battle shield. The force of the arrows, made from the metal bows of the Beast Elves, caused the Holy Knight’s bloodied hands, littered with arrows, to shake violently. More intimidating within close range than the longbow, the shortbow’s arrows clashed with the shield, sending sparks flying and breaking the arrow shafts with a series of loud snaps.

"Oh... ambidextrous archery, by the Moon Goddess! He is actually a Divine Archer who can use both hands!" Marveled Luo Xi, the elven wife of the battalion commander. Her superior vision noticed the ivory thumb rings on both hands of the Centaur Archer. She realized that compared to him, she was merely an apprentice archer.

Unable to bear the humiliation any longer, the Holy Knight Hua Jin stood up abruptly, ready to initiate a "Barbaric Charge" once again. Once he closed the distance, he intended to strangle this infuriating archer with his bare hands!

However, just as he was about to rise, five more arrows hit his helmet, causing a series of dull thuds. If Hua Jin’s Dou Qi level were worse, or if his high-rank Holy Knight’s helmet were as shoddy as a lower-rank knight’s, these five arrows would have been lethal. Even so, the immense backlash was inescapable, and the poor Holy Knight was dazed from the continued impact of the arrows to his head.

Nedved fired these arrows using his fingers, flipping them backward before shooting. Other than displaying his remarkable form, there was no real merit. The speed of these shots was considerably slower than his previous five-arrow volley.

Before Hua Jin and the rest of the spectators had time to react, Nedved changed his archery technique. Biting a long arrow in his mouth and using his six fingers to hold five other arrows, he shot five arrows in quick succession and then, by tilting his head upwards, shot the one from his mouth into the air. A new arrow was swiftly notched and the already tensed bowstring hit the arrow in the air, shooting it out like lightning. Although the rhythm was slightly slower than the first five arrows, it still perfectly hit the target. The continuous onslaught of arrows made the already dazed Holy Knight’s head recoil further backward. His helmet now bore indentations from where the swift arrows struck, while magic barrier flashes of light flickered amidst the embedded arrows.

Extravagant! Absolutely bloody extravagant! Every human was at the near brink of shattering their eyeballs. Could anyone actually shoot arrows like this?

"Reverse archery! Six consecutive arrows with tongue draw! How...how...how many more types of archery does he know?" Elf Mia Hamm’s voice trembled as she asked.

All the humans, dumbstruck, listened to the elf’s enumeration of the impressive list of arrows’ peculiar names, sweating profusely.

Hiding behind his shield, Holy Knight Hua Jin, whose left hand hurt too much to tolerate any more pain, attempted to play the bronze flute with his mouth and summon his Gryphon mount. Centaur Archer Nedved had no intention of stopping though; he semi-drew his bowstring and shot an arrow towards the right side of the crouching shield. The precision of the arrow was significantly off-target, and even a novice could tell that this arrow couldn’t hit anything. The second arrow, however, arrived sooner, hitting the tail of the first one and changing its direction in a curve, darting into the area that the shield was covering.

There was a sudden sound, like that of a chicken’s neck being cut off, and the hawk-shaped shield slowly toppled over. Holy Knight Hua Jin had a bronze flute in his mouth, his bloodied hands tightly pressed against his waist. A feathered arrow had penetrated the chainmail gap between his front and back armor plates, piercing deeply into his waist. The intentionally carved grooves on the arrow shaft were oozing out tendrils of blood.

Everyone’s vision blurred momentarily as they realized that the bronze flute stuck in Holy Knight Hua Jin’s mouth was propelled deeper by another heavy arrow, knocking out his front teeth. The Hibernation Boundary appeared around him and quickly disappeared. Even with that, four more feathered arrows managed to penetrate the mist-like boundary.

"That last shot was called ’Marseille Turn’, a signature skill of the Haus Archers!" Liu Zhenhan took a deep puff of his cigar and explained, "There is an expensive Magic Arrow called ’Soul-guided Arrow’ among humans which can change direction after being shot following the guidance of the heart. We Bimons don’t have the ability to make it, so instead, we laboriously cultivate our potential."

"How many such archers do your Bimons have?" asked Master Puskas.

"In the ten thousand members of the Haus tribe, everyone is a Marseille," Liu Zhenhan responded with a hearty laugh.

Whether Mage Saint Chiao saw through these exaggerated words or not, they still earned him a pointedly meaningful thumbs-up.

Centaur Archer Nedved looked at the Holy Knight with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, sighed, and turned to walk away. By custom, he could have killed the knight, but he chose not to.

His mercy was not returned; Holy Knight Hua Jin unsteadily rose to his feet, pulling the arrow from his waist with one hand. As a spurt of blood followed and his foot stomped heavily, shattering the stones beneath him, he threw himself at Nedved like a mad tiger. The bloody arrowhead that he carried gleamed ominously in the firelight. Nedved, casually strolling away, didn’t even turn to face him. With a flick of his left thumb, he held his yew shortbow under his arm, drawing an arrow from his quiver with an almost sword-drawing movement, and shot it back at lightning speed. The sharp arrowhead scraped past the rushing Hua Jin’s helmet, severing a streak of red tassel like a horse’s tail sprinkling in the air.

Holy Knight Hua Jin froze in place, dazedly holding the arrow with his eyes wide and vacant, unable to take a single step. If the arrow earlier had taken his eye, it would’ve surely penetrated his skull, as knight armor doesn’t protect the eyes.

This arrow left all humans sweating in fear. The Beamon archer didn’t even bother to check the direction before shooting an arrow with such precision while moving, what kind of vision does he have? Can the archer still be called an archer with such combination of long and short bows?

"Reverberating harp arrow! That’s the reverberating harp arrow technique!" Elf Mia Hamm mumbled to herself, staring blankly at Nedved’s hunched back, as though she had been in a major battle herself.

"Does your House of noble archers possess a third eye?" Master Saint Chiao Puskas, with eyes as biting as old ginger, chuckled as he watched Liu Zhenhan, while tapping the back of his head.

"Master indeed has broad knowledge. He had just opened his third eye after the Fei Lengcui defense war, I can’t believe you could spot that third eye covered by a little hair at the back of his head." Liu Zhenhan laughed; this old guy really knows everything.

"The House can open a third eye?" Elf Mia Hamm asked, visibly shocked, as she looked at her future boss.

"Haven’t you heard of the old saying ’Horse Lord has three eyes’? " O’Neal lifted his thumb high: "This is a racial skill of our House! Once I experience breakthrough in martial skills and the racial skill awakens, I can also have a third eye, granting me a wider field of vision. It will be cool!"

"The reputation of the Beamon warriors is indeed deserved." Marquis Capello repeatedly expressed his admiration.

"It’s a pity that humans have invented crossbows. In dense battlefield formations, these divine archers, like the departing years, are becoming increasingly difficult to show their worth." Daisy sighed.

"But in a face-to-face fight, who would dare underestimate them?" Liu Zhenhan snorted coldly.

"I didn’t know before, but I do now... " A chill ran down Marquis Capello’s spine. He knew that this level of archer, even among the Centaur Archers, was extremely rare. But he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

"Once any martial skill reaches a certain peak, spatial obstacles do not exist for them, and archers are no exception." Liu Zhenhan seemed to be speaking to Marquis Capello, and to all of humanity: "Perhaps you humans have always thought that within Beamon, those powerful Orc warriors are brutes, slaying everywhere with sheer force. In your eyes, orcs lack finesse, don’t know when to advance or retreat, and once they lose their strong bodies, they are nothing..."

"It’s time to wake up..." Liu Zhenhan smirked coldly.

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