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Chapter 262: 116: The Bow Like Thunder! The Blade Shatters the Blood Dragon!_2
Chapter 262: 116: The Bow Like Thunder! The Blade Shatters the Blood Dragon!_2
Chapter 262: Chapter 116: The Bow Like Thunder! The Blade Shatters the Blood Dragon!_2
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“Someone is trying to kill us? Who exactly? They must be so bold to dare to make a move here!”
Both men were filled with shock and anger. This was within Dafeng State City, after all—daring to kill someone within the city was tantamount to having no regard for the law, an act of outrageous bravado!
While the two were in shock, trying to figure out where the threat was coming from, Su Changkong had already made his move!
Standing atop a high building some three hundred meters away, Su Changkong stood on the roof, bow drawn and arrow nocked. Even though it was getting dark, Su Changkong’s vision was hardly affected. Add to that the festive lights surrounding the Clear Moon Restaurant, he could easily track the movements of the Chen family’s brothers.
“Whoosh!”
Just as a breeze was blowing, at that very moment, Su Changkong released the bowstring. In its full moon shape, the bowstring thrummed but was almost silent. An arrow tore through the air, blending with the breeze as if it were one, and shot towards the man in green, Chen Xingwen, at a speed multiple times the speed of sound—silent and deadly.
The Transcendental Wind Thunder Archery of the Eight Realms—”Wind Thunder Silent”—was dangerously lethal! Normally, the enemy would die without even being able to determine from what distance or direction the arrow came!
The arrow, carrying the momentum of thunder, burst towards Chen Xingwen.
“Roar!”
Chen Xingwen roared furiously, as his Qi and Blood surged in a life-and-death moment, rising like roiling Wolf Smoke from the top of his head. Instinctively, he swung his palm frantically towards the incoming arrow, hoping to survive this deadly assault!
“Crack!”
The oncoming arrow collided with Chen Xingwen’s palm, and at the instant of collision, the immense force and vigorous True Qi contained within the arrow erupted, unleashing a thunder-like explosion that echoed clearly down the entire street!
“Ah!”
Chen Xingwen let out a pained and miserable scream. In the fierce collision and explosion, the arrow shattered and, along with it, so did one of Chen Xingwen’s arms!
“What’s that sound?” The soldiers and guests on the street were perplexed, not yet understanding what had happened.
With Su Changkong’s Ninth Level Turtle Breath Technique and his True Qi being profound, combined with the Eighth Level Wind Thunder Archery, it was not only the Martial Artist of the Qi-Blood Wolf Smoke Level who was no match, but even the average Martial Artist of the Qi-Blood Long Dragon Realm would not find it easy to defend. And facing it with a bare palm? With just one strike, Chen Xingwen was crippled.
“Whoosh!”
But before Chen Xingwen’s screams ended, a second arrow followed swiftly. Three hundred meters away, at many times the speed of sound, the distance was crossed in the blink of an eye!
“Thud!”
In Chen Xingwen’s terrified gaze, a flash of cold light flickered and vanished, his head bursting open with a fist-sized hole as brains and blood splashed onto the face of Chen Xingwu beside him.
“Brother!”
Chen Xingwu’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he cried out in horror. He couldn’t believe that his older brother, carried away by the powerful force and crashing to the ground, was dead—right in front of him!
He and his brother had fought through the martial world since childhood, supporting each other to reach this day. They were as close as hands and feet, so close that they even shared each other’s women. And now, Chen Xingwen was dead, tragically right before his eyes!
“Whoosh!”
Cold and lethal, another silent arrow, like the reaper’s scythe, was shot, giving Chen Xingwu no chance for grief.
But Chen Xingwu was, after all, a veteran of war, a Chiliarch of the Dafeng Iron Cavalry, with impressive strength. He roared fiercely, his Qi and Blood surging, veins bulging on one arm. His Qi and Blood boiled as he drew his side blade, furiously Chopping out to block the oncoming arrow!
“Clang!”
A crisp clang of metal on metal burst forth, sparks flying in all directions. Chen Xingwu grunted, feeling an overwhelming force surge towards him. He was forced to stagger backward, his arm in agonizing pain, and the fine steel of his blade notched with a huge dent.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
From the high rooftop three hundred meters away, Su Changkong worked his hands in tandem, skillfully drawing his bow, injecting True Qi into the arrows, bowstring, and bow. He loosed arrow after arrow like a stream of cannon fire, giving Chen Xingwu no chance to catch his breath.
“Clang, clang!”
Chen Xingwu’s forehead bulged with veins as he swung his blade in quick succession, blocking three arrows in a row. But when the third arrow came, followed by the sound of cracking, his fine steel blade couldn’t hold up any longer, snapping in the middle. Chen Xingwu’s arm oozed dense beads of blood and lost all sensation.
“No… I don’t want to die! When did we ever offend such a master?”
In his terror, Chen Xingwu knew he had no ability to block or even dodge the next arrow. He was certain to die.
At the same time, Chen Xingwu couldn’t think of a time when the two brothers had ever crossed such a high-level master. A master who could continuously shoot from afar, every arrow lethal and completely silent. Such strength, even among the Dafeng Iron Cavalry, would likely be on par with most of the Chief of Ten Thousand’s high-level fighters, right?
“No… don’t kill me!”
With his right hand numb, the blade broken, Chen Xingwu didn’t want to die there. He hurried toward the crowd in the distance, feeling the sharp pain of the approaching arrow on his back. At the same time, he grabbed the nearest carriage driver with his left hand and threw him backward, hoping to block the arrow for a moment.
“Thud!”
The arrow grazed the carriage driver’s cheek, leaving a trail of blood, and continued onto Chen Xingwu who was attempting to flee into the crowd, instantly exploding a hole in his back. Chen Xingwu was hurled forwards, flying over a dozen feet before crashing to the ground. He was breathing his last, beyond any hope of medical help.
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