Chapter 182: Three Arrows That Shook the Heavens
Chapter 182: Three Arrows That Shook the Heavens
The tremendous force transmitted through the axe handle came in relentless waves, crashing like surging ocean tides. It finally forced the bald giant’s grip to rupture, spurting blood. The leather armor on the back of his hands and forearms split, revealing bulging veins trembling violently. The pair of bare axe handles finally tore from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
Such terrifying might.
Fear seized the bald giant’s heart. Cold sweat poured down.
He had always believed his Five-Star Initial Stage Sharp Metal Combat Aura to be unbreakable, complemented by his natural Divine Power. The pair of dark iron Great Axes in his palms carried immense weight; that single strike held no less than ten thousand pounds of force. For a long time, relying on this Battle Qi and innate might, he had cleaved down numerous experts, carving out his position as one of the Six War Generals of the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps. Even within the Empire’s mercenary circles, the name “One-Eyed Rampant Python” carried weight and renown… Yet, at the first clash, the King of Champoo had effortlessly batted away his strike with those strange sharp swords like swatting flies. This was an utter humiliation.
Fury and dread burned simultaneously within him.
However, watching the King of Champoo Sun Fei, like a tiger among sheep, whirl into a Blade Storm that was overturning the battle and slaughtering Bloodblade Mercenaries, this ostensibly crude but cunning “One-Eyed Rampant Python”, though viciousness surged insanely in his eye, did not charge again in uncontrollable rage. Instead, he slowly pulled back, slipping into the crowd like a venomous serpent, vanishing.
Sun Fei’s sharp gaze caught this clearly.
But he did not pursue. His blades swept like the wind, continuing to slaughter the ordinary Bloodblade mercenaries. Every one of these men had hands stained with the blood of Shampoo City’s people; they were all enemies deserving Champoo vengeance.
The twin swords of the Seventh-Grade equipment [The Child of BulKathos] combined were unmatched. No one could hold back Sun Fei’s swords even for a second. He swept through the desperate foes one sword stroke at a time. The Bloodblade mercenaries who roared and surrounded him grabbed their wounds with howls, collapsing before they could even get within two meters of him.
“Tonight is the Night of Bloodshed! A sacrifice to honor the brave souls of Champoo who perished in the mines of the Scorching Sun Mountains! Not a single Bloodblade mercenary escapes!” Sun Fei roared. In moments, more than forty mercenaries had fallen to his blades.
Suddenly—
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!—
Sun Fei’s blades vibrated violently as a dozen brilliant sparks flared right before him, dazzlingly bright against the inky night.
In that instant, a dozen pitch-black arrows had materialized inside his two-meter radius like ghosts, using the deep darkness as cover. These assassination arrows were soundless, lightless, and colorless, like tentacles of the God of Death reaching out unexpectedly. Yet, the Barbarian’s innate vigilance alerted Sun Fei swiftly. His twin swords shifted with deceptive ease through eleven variations of stance, deflecting every single sneak attack.
Sparks exploded where sword edges met arrowheads.
“Kekeke… Truly, the reputation of the King of Champoo is well deserved!” A coy, alluring giggle, clear as a silver bell, suddenly echoed around him. It came from left and right, front and back, high and low, elusive as mercury spilling, scattering untraceably across the lake shore.
Sun Fei noticed that the figure of the pretty girl standing beside the bald giant from the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps had vanished without a trace. His eyes couldn’t catch a single glimpse. As her laughter persisted, more and more soundless arrows began streaking swiftly from the darkness in front, behind, left, and right. Dense as a swarm of ravenous locusts from the Abyss, they flew treacherously towards him.
Such assassination methods were far more terrifying than a head-on fight, relentlessly draining an opponent’s spirit and energy.
Sun Fei recalled Old Zola’s introduction earlier: this woman possessed hybrid Elven blood, explaining why, at thirty years of age, she looked as fresh as a girl of sixteen. Being of hybrid Elven descent, it made perfect sense that she had mastered the Elven arts of stealth and the terrifying techniques of spirit assassination arrows.
“Kekeke, little brother, such fine swordsmanship! But kekeke… try blocking a few more of my arrows!”
Accompanying her ever-shifting voice were the even more elusive dark assassination arrows.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sun Fei shifted his sword technique, effortlessly batting them away.
“Kekeke! Little brother, elder sister likes you more and more! Why not join our Bloodblade Mercenary Corps? Let elder sister pamper you nicely. It would be so much more fun than all this violence!”
Her coquettish laughter continued as her arrows poured down like relentless rain, each step filled with chilling killing intent.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sun Fei snorted coldly and strode forward within his circle of attackers. His blade light flashed with astonishing speed, easily knocking aside the showering arrows. Even under such pressure, his sword took one life every stroke, each blade severing a soul, deadly as lightning, leaving no trace.
“Gegege! Little brother, if you keep this up, elder sister will be really angry… Quickly put down your weapon and lie down for a rest. You look tired… you need sleep!”
The girl’s voice, emanating from all directions, held an indescribable allure, a subtle hint that could unknowingly induce immense weariness and drowsiness, making one want to lie down immediately and rest. Sun Fei sneered coldly. This was undeniably a sinister mental confusion technique meant to accompany the dark assassination arrows. But for a resilient barbarian accustomed to dancing on the edge of life and death within the World of Diablo, it had absolutely no effect.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The God-King Blade and Ritual Sword formed an impenetrable defensive Blade Storm around Sun Fei. No matter how devious the angle, how perfectly timed the release, or how terrifyingly fast the flying, dark assassination arrows were, every single one that pierced within a meter of him was mercilessly knocked aside.
Clusters of dazzling sparks exploded around Sun Fei, rendering him like an invincible god of slaughter at midnight.
The casualty count among the Bloodblade Mercenaries swiftly surpassed eighty. Corpses of mercenaries, blood pooling and still emanating warmth from their fresh wounds, littered the ground. Faced with such a one-sided situation, these usually fearless desperadoes, who regularly killed, burned, looted, and committed every kind of evil, found beads of cold sweat forming on their brows. Their morale rapidly crumbled. Clearly, the girl hiding in the shadows with her bow had unleashed her strongest abilities, yet she hadn’t even managed to touch a single hair on the opponent. This was mind-boggling.
“Kekeke, little man… so disobedient, so naughty… Elder sister is truly disappointed…” The female demon’s endlessly seductive voice cooed from the air all around, still elusive, defying all attempts to locate her. “It seems… perhaps elder sister needs a different method.”
Her voice faded, and sudden change struck—
Without warning, several jet-black arrows burst forth. Their target was no longer Sun Fei herself. Instead, they streaked toward Old Zola and the young man Modric, who had been standing nervously nearby, ready to assist!
What a vicious, despicable, bloodthirsty wretch!
Sun Fei’s expression froze. Her left foot slammed hard on the ground—BOOM! The earth cracked! The Barbarian Skill [Leap] activated instantly. She shot into the air, leaving behind an afterimage, the sound wave whistling. She covered the intervening distance impossibly fast, faster than the arrows themselves. With a fraction of a second to spare, she interposed herself between the arrows and her companions. Her sword shifted through several lightning-fast stances—Clang! Clang! Clang! The dark assassination arrows were instantly deflected.
“Ohohoho… How truly surprising! Little brother, so that’s it… you really care about these two lowly slaves? Elder sister has found your weakness now…” The wretched creature laughed heartily, triumphant. By targeting these two defenseless old and young companions, she thought she had Sun Fei cornered.
Meanwhile, freed from Sun Fei’s suppression and slaughter, the remaining hundred-plus Bloodblade mercenaries gathered fearfully, their collective panic settling slightly.
Sun Fei offered a cold, thin smile. “Oh? Shame. I’ve found yours too.”
With that, Sun Fei abruptly switched modes—entering [Amazon Form]. Her hands reached out, pulling gently through the air. A flash of sky-blue light and flame appeared. A longbow of ancient elegance, shaped like a soaring eagle spreading its wings to embrace the heavens, materialized in her grasp. Its bowstring pulsed with a gentle blue light radiating cold energy.
A soft pull… three arrows materialized on the string.
“Wretch! Game’s over! Show yourself!” Sun Fei roared. Her gaze swept around with electric speed. The arrowheads tracked slowly with her line of sight. Suddenly, brilliance flared within her eyes. The barest hint of a curl touched her lips. Her fingers released the blue bowstring.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The tremendous twang of the bowstring! The overwhelming roar of the arrow Qi! It tore through the air with a sharp, ear-piercing shriek!
If the wretched woman’s dark arrows were soundless assassins, these three arrows launched by Sun Fei were the majestic arrows of a king, righteous and overwhelming. Like brilliant comets slicing through the silent night, carrying earth-shattering power, unbelievably fast! They screamed together in a triangle formation towards a seemingly empty spot in the distant void.
“Kekeke! Little… brother…” The laugh faltered into shock. “You… can’t… Aaaaghhhh—!”
A shrill shriek ripped out!
The three arrows seemed to strike something.
There was a slight pause… then a thunderous CRUNCH! They slammed deeply into a massive stone pillar over ten meters tall!
In the next instant, two patches of vibrant crimson blood inexplicably seeped out in mid-air… slowly flowing down the arrow shafts to drip onto the ground below. Amidst the empty space something struggled desperately against piercing agony, tearing wounds wider. But the three arrows remained rock-solid, like celestial pillars pinning it firmly to the stone, unmovable.
As the stunned crowd looked on in bewilderment, a shapely figure gradually materialized out of thin air before them. They saw her wrists and hair cruelly skewered and nailed to the pillar by the arrows! Enormous, rapidly growing blocks of freezing ice had formed at the arrow wounds, locking her completely suspended in the air against the stone!
It was one of the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps’ elites—the woman possessing hybrid Elven blood!
Gone was any trace of her allure. Utterly broken, her face deathly pale, her expression one of sheer terror and disbelief like she had just witnessed a ghost, she opened her mouth wide and screamed hoarsely: “Im… Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How… how did you find me?!”
Sun Fei didn’t deign to answer.