novelraw Chapter 95
Chapter 95
Su Wangchuan had sharp eyes and spotted the bandits early.
Neither Blackwind Stronghold nor the villagers of Blackstone Village noticed him, because he was still some distance away.
Even though he hurried forward with [Lightfoot on Grass], he could not intervene immediately. By the time he neared the battlefield, two screams had already risen from the village.
More arrows arced from the bandit ranks into the village.
Another round of screams followed.
A chill ran down Su Wangchuan’s spine.
This time, Blackwind Stronghold had not only dispatched over a hundred men to attack Blackstone Village, but had also deliberately arranged more than a dozen archers.
Among them was one whose bowsmanship clearly surpassed ordinary [Archery], capable of taking lives from an even greater distance.
His master was in danger.
Captain Zhao Heiniu was in danger.The dozens of players in the village could all be buried here today.
As the bandits rapidly closed in on the village, Su Wangchuan halted, raised his iron-reinforced bow, and aimed at a bandit archer in the crowd who was drawing his bow.
That man had the strongest archery and had already killed two.
He had to be eliminated.
The archer seemed to sense danger from the corner of his eye and turned slightly toward a dark figure in the distant snowfield.
The next instant, the arrow filled his vision.
Thud!
The arrow pierced through his eye.
The iron arrowhead twisted violently as it drilled through his skull, shattering his brain and bursting out the back of his head. A ghastly mix of red and white splattered onto the snow.
He fell heavily.
The bandits at the front did not notice.
Only a few of the archers sensed something was wrong.
They could not locate the killer.
Twannng!
The iron-reinforced bow bent again.
Over a hundred paces away, one arrow sealed another throat.
A second archer collapsed into the snow, clutching his neck and trying to pull out the shaft lodged in his throat. Blood gushed wildly.
Twannng!
Su Wangchuan remained calm, drawing and firing from afar.
When the third archer fell, more and more bandits finally took notice.
There were Martial Artists and Quasi-Martial Artists among them.
The repeated whistle of arrows cutting through the air made the danger unmistakable.
“There’s an archer!”
“Over there!”
“The Third Leader is dead!”
Only then did they realize that the Third Leader leading the charge had already fallen in a pool of blood.
Rage and fear twisted their faces.
“Kill him! Avenge the Third Leader!”
More than half of those charging the village turned and rushed toward Su Wangchuan.
He did not panic.
He saw figures appear on the rooftops of Blackstone Village.
Zhao Heiniu had led the village hunters onto the roofs and begun shooting at the bandits approaching the village.
Su Wangchuan continued firing steadily.
Though he could no longer target the enemy archers easily, their ordinary hunting bows and wooden bows posed no threat to him at this distance.
Meanwhile, the mass of bandits charging him did not even require careful aim.
The iron-reinforced bow drew into a full moon.
Each arrow found its mark effortlessly.
Thud!
With the strength of a Martial Artist, he unleashed the full killing potential of [Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar]. Combined with the iron-reinforced bow and his own attack power, the arrows exploded with terrifying force, sending bandits flying backward.
When the four inner disciples of the Yulong Gang finally caught up, they saw Su Wangchuan standing like a god of slaughter, cutting down bandits from afar. Each man struck by an arrow either died instantly or was grievously wounded, eyes wide in disbelief.
Su Wangchuan did not remain stationary. As he fired, he retreated, maintaining distance.
He had already felled thirteen bandits.
Blackwind Stronghold had many men. They had closed to within fifty paces.
He could clearly see the ferocity on their faces—and the fear in their eyes when they realized they were being targeted.
Twannng!
Another bandit collapsed.
Even a Martial Artist could scarcely withstand the speed and lethality of the iron-reinforced bow combined with [Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar], let alone ordinary bandits or Quasi-Martial Artists.
Even ordinary iron arrows now struck with the force of armor-piercing arrows.
No bandit required a second shot.
Forty paces.
He loosed another arrow and killed again.
At last, arrows flew back in retaliation.
Su Wangchuan activated [Lightfoot on Grass], sidestepping with spring-like agility to avoid the incoming shafts. Without hesitation, he drew and returned fire.
A muffled groan rose from the bandit ranks.
The hidden archer fell.
He widened the distance again, calmly nocking another arrow.
Twannng!
One more bandit fell as if tripping over an unseen threshold, screaming in agony.
Only now did the four inner disciples understand how their Helm Leader had slain two Martial Artists and four Quasi-Martial Artists alone at the water stronghold.
Su Wangchuan’s strength was even more terrifying than Hall Master Song’s.
In such a short span, nearly twenty bandits lay in the snow.
Among them was even the so-called Third Leader.
The four disciples followed behind him uselessly, unable to contribute.
“You four, stop hovering here. Circle around and enter Blackstone Village to help defend against Blackwind Stronghold. Remember to report my name.”
They nodded quickly.
“Yes!”
They realized he had no need of their assistance.
They moved aside and began to circle around.
When bandits attempted to pursue them, Su Wangchuan shot down three in succession. No one dared chase further.
The upheaval outside the village had long caught Zhao Heiniu’s attention.
The powerful twang of the bowstring and the sight of bandits falling one by one rekindled hope within Blackstone Village.
The Yulong Gang disciples shouted as they approached.
“Allies!”
“We come by order of our Helm Leader to assist!”
“Let us in!”
“Let them enter!”
Zhao Heiniu gave the order and allowed them over the wall.
“Many thanks for your aid! May I know your Helm Leader’s honorable name?” Zhao Heiniu called out loudly.
“Is he not from Blackstone Village? You do not recognize him?”
“Our Helm Leader is Wangchuan.”
At the mention of the name, the players erupted first.
“Wangchuan!”
“It’s him!”
“When did he become a Helm Leader of the Yulong Gang?”
“Wasn’t he forging in the Weapon Room?”
Blackstone Village’s isolation showed plainly in that moment.
Zhao Heiniu and Blacksmith Sun exchanged glances, joy flashing in their eyes.
“It’s Wangchuan!”
“He has returned!”
“I knew he would not forget the village.”
While morale in Blackstone Village soared, the bandits outside felt their courage crumble.
Their Third Leader had been killed first.
Before even reaching the village, they had already lost over twenty men.
Their unseen opponent possessed lightness skill and an iron bow—clearly a full-fledged Martial Artist.
They could not catch him.
They were simply throwing away their lives.
More and more bandits slowed, their resolve faltering.
Meanwhile, over a dozen more fell to armor-piercing arrows from the village hunters. Four Quasi-Martial Artists had slipped inside the village.
How could they continue this fight?
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