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Chapter 537 - 155: The Wingspan Race’s Natural Enemy

Chapter 537: Chapter 155: The Wingspan Race’s Natural Enemy

Lady Ireya didn’t fire again, because Moen had already flown so high, he was nearly a small black dot.

She kept an eye on the enemy above while beginning to load gunpowder and bullets into the rocket tube, and then also replenished the other two firearms.

At this time, Lady Ireya noticed something dripping onto the open ground before her, one drop, two drops, three drops... Brown spots appeared on the ground, and at the same time, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

The Birdman was wounded!

Ireya felt a surge of joy in her heart; the New Holy Artifact was indeed extraordinary, having made its mark as soon as it was showcased.

The rocket tube’s immense lethal radius meant the girl didn’t have to aim deliberately to hit her target.

However, Ireya then saw Moen take the small bow off his back, notch an Arrow, and shoot at her, prompting Miss Rabbit to immediately raise her Dragon Scale Shield.

The next moment, with a ding, a feathered arrow struck the shield and was deflected to the side.

Then two more Arrows flew from the sky; Miss Rabbit held the Dragon Scale Shield over her head and squatted to the ground, trying to cover her body as much as possible with the shield.

After a good while of such clinking and clanking, Moen probably realized that this sort of attack was futile against the Lady, and so he stopped shooting more Arrows.

Miss Rabbit peeked out for a look and quickly ducked back in.

No sooner had her head retracted underneath the shield than an arrow appeared at her feet, skewering the ground at an angle, its shaft still quivering.

The girl had in fact seen nothing just now, but she was not in a hurry because she knew someone else was more anxious than she was.

Moen felt a pain in his waist the moment he took off, and at the same time, something seemed to graze his right wing.

But in his rush to fly, he didn’t think much of it, and only once he was in the air did Moen realize he was wounded.

The wound wasn’t big, but it kept oozing blood.

Moen could only tear a piece of cloth and wrap the wound on his waist.

His previous opponent had proven time and again that regular Armor was no match for the Lady’s invisible attacks unless clad in full Heavy Armor.

And Moen had decided to rely on his flying ability to combat Ireya, and to reduce weight, he simply didn’t wear any Armor.

This decision couldn’t be said to be wrong, but now it certainly brought him a lot of pain.

The wound on his wing was okay, having been pierced straight through by the bullet, but the one on his waist was deep, and Moen could feel the blood continuously welling out of that small hole.

It was draining his strength along with it.

Moen thought of that unlucky fellow known as the Dawn Sword; it seemed he had died in this same manner.

That brought a rare sense of panic to Moen’s heart.

Damn it! Why did such a variable appear. Moen realized how difficult this opponent and her mode of battle were when he first saw Ireya and her fighting style.

The weapon in the opponent’s hand, which could spew fire and release white smoke, was almost tailor-made to counteract warriors like him, known for their agility.

No matter how fast Moen was, he couldn’t outpace those invisible, deadly strikes. It was all that person’s fault for not fulfilling the promise to successfully frame the Lady and disqualify her from the Duel Arena.

In this battle, Moen would have preferred to face the fellow known as the Earth Bear. Although that guy was very strong, Moen feared such opponents the least—he could easily win the duel by relying on his footsteps and agility to toy with that big oaf.

Instead of facing the threat of death like now.

Moen knew he had begun to feel fear for the female Lord and the weapons in her hands.

This made him feel somewhat ashamed. He was a warrior of the Wing Clan, a child of the sky—how could he be afraid of a creature from the land? So he gathered his spirits and fired six consecutive Arrows, forcing the girl below not to raise her head.

But Moen could never pose a real threat to the Lady—at such a height, his options were equally limited.

Unless he risked lowering his altitude a bit, Moen was very concerned about the weapon in the Lady’s hands.

He hesitated for a moment, the wounds on his waist and wings reminding him that he didn’t have much time left.

So Moen steeled his heart and dove downward.

Miss Rabbit couldn’t see Moen’s actions at this moment but could hear the gasps from the edge of the arena.

The previous battles were hard to say, but in this one, representing the Empire, she finally enjoyed the advantage of a home ground.

Moen, such a large man drifting in the sky, couldn’t do anything without being seen clearly by the people below, so Ireya could also speculate Moen’s movements based on the reactions of the spectators.

When those gasps grew louder and people started warning her to be careful, the girl rolled to the side and then raised her gun barrel.

Moen was startled by the Lady’s aim and shuddered, quickly halting his movement and flapping his wings to fly quickly upward, reaching a safe distance.

At the same time, the intense movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to bleed even more.

Moen knew he was in trouble, although he hadn’t been injured anew, but a couple more of these and there would be no need to continue the duel—he would fall from the sky due to excessive blood loss.

He needed to think of something... to turn the current disadvantage around.

Moen’s gaze shifted around and finally settled on the stands, after which he took out a small bow and shot three arrows at the Lady, forcing her back into her turtle shell state.

Then, without hesitation, the Wing Clan Warrior charged towards the stands, and his action once again caused a commotion.

"Audacious!"

"Protect His Majesty!"

"Shoot him down!!!"

Amidst the chaos, Moen didn’t actually strike at Edward II in the center of the stands; instead, he grabbed a flag of the Imperial Family beside the stands.

Then he flew to another side and grabbed a second flag, taking a total of four flags before he returned to the airspace over the Duel Arena.

The referee hesitated, wondering if this counted as a violation, while Moen had already dived downwards again, tossing the flags he held in his arms to obscure the Lady’s line of sight.

When Ireya looked up again, all she saw was the enormous lion crest of the Vespasian Family bearing down on her.

The Lady quickly rolled several times, but as she rolled out from under one flag, another flag appeared.

Miss Rabbit didn’t have time to think too much and aimed her gun at that flag, then fired at several other flags in succession.

But Moen wasn’t hiding behind those flags, and after hearing four gunshots, he suddenly dove downward.

Moen knew that Ireya had only one shot left, and judging by the noise just now, the gun that posed the greatest threat in her hands had already been fired.

So Moen knew his chance had come. He dove downward, about to reach the spot where the girl had been just before, but suddenly, a cloud of white smoke rose.

Moen felt a surge of joy in his heart; could it be that the Lady could not hold back and had used her last weapon?

He thought this, but quickly realized something was wrong, because this smoke was much thicker than what those metal tubes produced.

Moen remembered the girl’s other ability—to summon smoke.

Not good! The Wing Clan Warrior realized the danger and wanted to turn around and fly back up, but at that moment, he noticed a small red dot on his chest.

That final roar finally sounded, and Moen’s body, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted straight down to the ground.

As he fell, he heard that person’s voice, "Ah, is that it? That was too easy."