SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 109: 109 : The Hunt

Eternal Sun Sect. Rising sun peak...

Near the raised platform, Kent stood straight, holding the Victor bow high above his head. Even though the heavy bow began affecting his muscles, he gritted his teeth and focused on the ground shadows.

As the guardian sun began his ascent, he cast long shadows that danced across the rugged terrain below.

For what felt like an eternity, Kent remained motionless, his senses fixed on the slightest appearance of any shadow of a flying creature.

"These creatures are really fast." Kent muttered while trying to aim at the streaks of shadows that danced upon the ground. Sweat poured from his brow, trickling down his furrowed brow and stinging his eyes as he stood below the harsh glare of the sun.

Time seemed to blur together as Kent continued his hunt, his movements becoming mechanical as he adjusted his stance and loosed arrow after arrow into the air. The sun rose higher in the sky, casting sharper shadows that flitted across the ground below, taunting him with their fleeting presence.

"Whoosh…"

Finally, a breakthrough. Kent's keen eyes fixed on the sight of a shadow on the ground below. With a swift motion, he released the bowstring, his breath held in anticipation as he waited for the death cry of the bird.

Kent's patience was rewarded as his arrow found its mark, piercing the wing of a flying creature with deadly accuracy. But to his dismay, the wounded creature went out of control, falling to the ground far away.

"Damn… It just missed by an inch." Kent muttered, drawing the bowstring.

With each passing moment, the weight of his Victor bow grew heavier in his hands, and the strain of holding it aloft became almost unbearable. Kent shifted his stance, trying to ease the tension in his muscles, but the pain only intensified. Kent is trying all sorts of things to ease up the pain, like changing his stance, changing his balance, etc.

"Ahhh…" Kent cursed with irritation. She put down the bow and sat in a meditative posture. With his gaze fixed on the sky, he began observing the movement of flying creatures. Disappointment burdened his mind as he saw different types of flying creatures moving from one tree to another.

A decade of inactivity made the trees grow freely without any hinderance, and all types of flying creatures made these large trees their home.

Two hours passed. Kent's body was fully drenched in sweat. The guardian sun had already crossed the midpoint, rushing his journey towards the horizon.

Finally, after thinking of an idea, Kent decided not to give up. He stood up and adjusted his stance once more, his muscles screaming in protest as he fought through the pain. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the dust and grime that coated his skin.

"Let's see how fast these creatures can escape." Kent muttered as he drew the bow string. But he didn't aim at the sky. He turned toward the surrounding trees. With closed eyes, he released the aura arrows blindly at the tree branches where the flying creatures were resting.

"Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh…"

Within five instances, he released 15 arrows, attacking all the surrounding trees in the shortest time possible. All the flying creatures rose up suddenly and began fleeing in random directions.

After hearing the loud cries of fling creatures, Kent opened his eyes and stared at the hundreds of shadows that were fleeing like light beams on the ground. With a confident smirk, he vibrated the bow string in his hands.

"Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh…"

Loud, unwilling cries of flying creatures filled the surroundings as they began plummeting to the ground with arrows piercing their heads.

"1… 5… 20… 30… 50… 70… 90… 133…"

The number of falling creatures grew exponentially, and Kent continued to hunt the flying creatures with deadly precision. A triumphant smile played on his lips as he stared at the falling creatures. Soon, his surroundings were filled with the dead bodies of creatures. Even the chariot turned greenish blue because of fallen creatures.

"What the hell?" Kent exclaimed in surprise as he saw the flying creatures begin circling around his head instead of escaping.

Kent, who felt the danger, began playing the bow string like a Zither string.

"Chuk… Chuk… Chuk…"

The onslaught increased, and so did the number of creatures circling around his head.

"Damn, are they seeking death?" Kent muttered as he stared at the ground, which was covered in shade due to the shadow of circling creatures on his head.

Suddenly, the drunken elder woke up from his slumber as a dead body of flying creatures fell on him. Soon he came out of his daze as the noise of the flying creatures drummed in his ears.

"Boy, what are you staring at? Release a spell arrow." Porus cursed angrily.

"But you said no spell?!" Kent asked without stopping the tweaking action of his bow string.

"Stop the damn act. You already killed enough creatures." Porus cried out while staring at the fallen creatures, which littered the silver chariot.

With a sigh, Kent closed his eyes for a second. In the next instance, his arrow blazed with a burning fire.

"Vinus Ventorium Sagitta" [Wind Chain Arrow]

As Porus stared at the passing arrow, he didn't find any explosions or noise. Like a frozen statue, all the flying creatures came to a stop in the air. Not a single feather moved as the wind chain arrows locked all the flying creatures in the sky.

"Yin-Yang wind circulation," The Grand Elder Porus muttered while staring at the sky. Suddenly, he turned towards Kent and stared at him curiously. Read first on NovelFiremp-yr.

"Boy, are you practicing Arcane Tome?" Porus asked while getting up on the chariot.

"Yes, elder. The 99 arrows of the Arcane Tome Do you know about Arcane Tome, elder?" Kent asked, putting down the bow. His hand is aching from the hard work.

Instead of replying to Kent, Porus reached him and extended his hand. Understanding his intention, Kent passed the victor bow.

As Porus took the stance and drew the bow string, the white Victor bow turned into a complete golden color, indicating his mastery over the bow. He didn't form any arrows.

Just as he released the bow string, a loud tremor followed, and in the next instance, all the birds stuck in the sky fell like dust.

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