Archers are the ace profession on the battlefield.

Practice allows for a rapid development of personal martial arts skills. Combined with improvements in materials and forging techniques, the role that archers can play on the battlefield far exceeds that of snipers who rely solely on firearms.

A top archer would not be too weak even in close combat.

However, this profession is easy to learn but difficult to master, and the development cycle is too long.

It is very rare to find a master archer like Luo Feng who can make a name for himself in the Mountain Moving Realm.

At least in the school environment, it is terrifying.

…

On the stage at this moment.

After Luo Feng immediately created some distance, he shot out three short arrows.

An eye running towards Chu Yao.

One aimed at the heart.

The other shot was directed overhead.

The arrow was so fast that it was even faster than a bullet, just like a laser.

This speed...

Chu Yao was shocked.

Moreover, since the take-off route was blocked, Chu Yao had no way to take off immediately.

Chu Yao dodged the arrows aimed at his eyes and heart with a slightly awkward dodge, but his arm was inevitably shot.

The sharp arrow pierced into the white armor.

Although it didn't penetrate completely, it squeezed in like a nail.

Chu Yao felt that the arrow had pierced through the white armor, penetrated the skin, and got stuck in the muscles.

The key point is that there are barbs on the arrow!

I couldn't even reach out and pull it out, otherwise I would definitely pull out a large piece of meat.

The severe pain made Chu Yao sweat profusely...

And the next second.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three more arrows shot out like lightning.

This time, Luo Feng did not aim at Chu Yao's body, but like a master of human body outlining, he firmly restricted Chu Yao's movement.

Chu Yao still couldn't take off.

…

An excellent archer must be a master of prediction.

It can even accurately predict other people's predictions.

Chu Yao is now firmly restrained.

Whenever he tried to move, arrows would whiz towards him.

This is Luo Feng’s famous skill, Heart Arrow Flow.

Chu Yao was not the only one who had enjoyed such treatment.

All of his opponents on the red list had enjoyed such treatment before.

Luo Feng can shoot more than thirty arrows in one second, and his hand speed has exceeded the limit that a normal person can achieve.

Chu Yao's thoughts raced as he pondered over a countermeasure.

There is no doubt that Luo Feng's fighting method is very self-restrained.

Even if I could fly, I wouldn't be able to threaten him.

indeed.

He could fly to a height of several thousand meters, so Luo Feng definitely couldn't shoot him.

But I couldn't attack him either.

Once he lands within a hundred meters, Luo Feng's arrows will form an absolute domain.

Anyone who intends to get close will be pricked like a hedgehog the first moment.

Thinking of this, Chu Yao's eyes became serious.

In fact, Chu Yao was full of confidence before going on stage. With his strength, he could crush his opponent in minutes.

But now I realize... I am really not as fast as him.

What made Chu Yao even more headache was that the arm that had been shot had begun to become paralyzed.

He also seems to have coated the arrow with poison?

"Is your arrow poisonous?"

Chu Yao shouted.

Luo Feng shook his head and smiled.

"It was originally snake venom, or it could have been a strong aphrodisiac, but this isn't a real battle, so I used anesthetic powder instead."

"This way, it won't hurt so much when I help you pull out the arrow later."

"How about it, brother, am I nice enough?"

Chu Yao: ...

Thank you so much!

The current situation is already very unfavorable to me.

The wisest choice seems to be to admit defeat, then go back to study tactics and wait for the next challenge.

However, Chu Yao was unwilling to give up.

I also don’t want to develop this kind of “giving up” mentality.

Fortunately, this is an arena. If it were a battlefield, we would have to do it no matter how difficult it was.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I won't let you fly."

Luo Feng held the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, locking his sights firmly on Chu Yao.

Hearing this, Chu Yao remained silent.

He's farting!

You are fooling yourself.

This kid must be wishing he could fly now.

As long as I fly into the air, as long as I am at a low altitude, I will be a sitting duck for him.

His flying skills may be used to bully players with other styles of play, but they are completely useless against this kind of archer.

Thinking about this, in the blink of an eye, Chu Yao gritted his teeth and a crazy idea popped up in his mind.

But there was a bitter smile on his face.

"Give me a chance, Brother Luo. How can I fight if I don't fly?"

“That’s not fair!”

Luo Feng seemed to hesitate for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you one arrow, you fly!"

Chu Yao: "Thank you!"

After he finished speaking, Chu Yao's wings immediately emerged, ready to take off.

However, it did not fly high into the sky.

Instead, it moved in an almost gliding posture, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, a sports car that started at full speed, and slammed fiercely towards Luo Feng on the opposite side of the ring!

Aren’t you fast?

Then I... will use my body as an arrow!

Seeing this scene, Luo Feng's face changed drastically!

He suddenly realized that Chu Yao had seen through his bait and had taken advantage of it to find an opportunity!

Luo Feng pulled the bow frantically.

In an instant, twenty-seven arrows were shot!

Nine times of strumming!

A dense rain of arrows filled the air, blocking all of Chu Yao's ways forward.

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