Chapter 126: Chapter 105: Ranged Attack and Close Combat, Archery Upgrade
Just now, one arrow killed three people in succession.
Before Chen Ping could completely relax, he immediately sensed the feelings of those three Thunder Hall disciples.
With a shout from afar in the forest, the whistling sound of arrows surged in the vast night.
In an instant, more than a dozen arrows shot forth.
Three arrows shot straight.
Three arrows lobbed...
And five other arrows were unpredictable, dancing in the air like spirit snakes, fast and elusive, making it impossible to determine their trajectory.
The most insidious among these eleven arrows were at least five or six that were aimed at Hua Lian’er.
"Wind-Chasing Divine Shooter, Yuchi Yu."
Seeing the approach of these arrows, Chen Ping’s heart grew cold.
Each person’s archery habits and attack methods have their unique characteristics.
Even if they learned the same skill, personal habits are very different...
Just like this rain of arrows; at least two or three of the ten arrows had a secondary force, with Inner Qi shaking the air and creating ripples, waiting for someone to intercept.
If one cannot discern clearly and if there’s any mistake in the arrow interception technique, it would affect the body’s posture, allowing the swift arrows that follow to directly kill.
This unique technique was something he had heard Zhuo Yunfei discuss that day in Mingfeng Pavilion.
Chen Ping had already etched it into his mind.
He also knew that Yuchi Yu once held the position of chief at Eagle-Sorrow Creek of Tuoyun Peak, originated from a bandit background, and after faking his death, was recruited by some unknown power to conduct shady deeds in secret.
That day, Zhuang Hongyi was silenced, and it was this guy who did it.
Chen Ping drew his sword; his Sword Momentum blended with the breeze. Standing still, he defended in all directions, cutting down more than ten sharp arrows one by one.
Feeling the arrows that changed weight as they wished, penetrating with oscillating force, his heart quietly gathered a killing intent.
Compared to the sudden arrow rain when launching from Mingfeng Pavilion back then, the force attached to these arrows was several times greater.
Ordinary Tier Three Martial Artists at the Twelve Main Meridians level could barely catch even a single arrow.
The arrows would directly pierce through the Sword Light.
’That’s right, back then the opponent only wanted to silence Zhuang Hongyi and hadn’t planned to kill the constable or others, thus didn’t use their full skill.
But now, with such strong murderous intent, they must have received some mission of death, hence their different attitude, and naturally a stronger hand.’
"Looks like your brother is serious now."
The Frost Condensation Sword in Chen Ping’s hand vanished into the wind; his arm swung out a shadow, and he struck an arrow, sparking fire.
"This arrow was hidden in the wind, tearing through soundlessly..."
Hua Lian’er’s face was pale, in ultimate danger. This time, she didn’t tremble all over with nervousness, but instead gritted her teeth, lightly humming: "If it’s truly my brother acting, he wouldn’t just send one Divine Archer...
I know him, smiling on the surface but extremely sinister inside, skilled at playing tricks, never underestimating anyone."
Recalling each time that person always showed in front of their father that he cared for his sister, Hua Lian’er’s heart churned with nausea.
Does father not know?
He knows.
But he always pretends not to know, acts like everything is harmonious at home. What is he really thinking?
"Is it just one Divine Archer? We’ll find out with a test."
Caught by the opponent’s rain of arrows, Chen Ping was confined within a three-zhang radius, unable to advance, growing impatient inside.
In the past, in such situations, there was only one solution: charge into the opponent’s fierce arrow shower...
Although his Body Technique and Stepping Technique have significantly improved now, there’s no guarantee of catching up with this Wind-Chasing Divine Arrow.
Common sense tells it.
People use "Wind-Chasing" as a nickname.
Whether it’s archery or Lightweight Skill, aren’t they bound to be powerful?
This person must have specialized in kite-flying battle tactics... the further someone gets close, the further they run.
They probably even learned archery tactics that involve shooting while retreating during escape.
Anyone challenging fate by pursuing closely would undoubtedly be shot repeatedly.
The archer ahead runs freely, while the pursuer behind faces countless obstacles.
Even if one’s Lightweight Skill is superior, it’s tough to catch up.
But now, Chen Ping has a second method.
He sheathes his sword, facing the boundless arrow rain... simply taking down his Carved Bow from his back, wielding it around himself as both sword and shield.
Bang, bang, bang...
Three crisp sounds in a row.
The rain of arrows was intercepted one by one.
Simultaneously, he was already slightly flickering in form, blocking right in front of Hua Lian’er, holding the long bow in his left hand as if supporting a full moon, while his right hand drew an arrow, a reddish hue surfacing on his face.
As his Qi and Blood roiled, the Dantian Internal Qi followed his thoughts, transforming into Flame Sun Fire Power.
Hah...
A stream of light exploded.
In the dim night, it was as if the great sun had risen, illuminating a hundred-zhang area.
Chen Ping instantly mobilized all his Essence, Inner Qi, and Mental Power; the arrow light transformed into a Red Sun Fire Dragon, roaring forward.
At this moment, he saw the bearded bald man standing atop a distant tree, saw the densely packed quiver on his back, saw the long bow matching a person’s height, half-opened, half-closed, with arrows exploding like fireworks.
The moment his Sun-Shooting Divine Arrow was launched, seven or eight long arrows on its path were shattered.
Amidst the rumbling explosions, the bearded man no longer appeared as carefree as before but became cautious.
He let out a muffled groan, his arm shook violently, creating multiple shadows, and the arrow speed increased by thirty percent.
Whooshing, the sharp whistles never ceased.
The figure on the tree peak slowly drifted backward as if swayed by the wind.
