The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1254 - 1249: Battle Map

"I cannot accept this!"

Thinking of this, Ah You cried out as if she had gone mad. Because her own prowess was also very strong.

She clearly saw that those ten arrows indeed hit the bullseye accurately.

What was even more astonishing was that the landing position of those ten arrows was actually at the same point.

Because below the target, there were many wooden fragments, each piece was very smooth, as if something had sliced them from the center.

Ah You understood that those fragments were from the arrows that had been previously shot.

The reason they split was due to the arrows following behind hitting the center, thus splitting them in two.

So, the arrow still standing in the bullseye right now was actually only one piece.

However, the result of Qin Hao’s archery left no one with room to deny.

Perfect score! Undoubtedly!

The more she thought about it, the more intensely Ah You’s heart ached.

She couldn’t help but glance sideways at the person next to her, almost spitting blood with jealousy in her heart.

There, Ah Sang’s smile was like a blooming flower, her eyes curved into crescent moons, her face full of happiness.

This appearance made Ah You intensely jealous, feeling as if her whole heart had been pierced through.

...

Whether it was in the field, outside, or on the distant elder’s platform.

Everyone fell silent due to Qin Hao’s astonishing performance.

The first person to break the silence was Mang.

With a look of yearning on his face, he gazed at Qin Hao as if he were looking up to a towering mountain.

He said powerlessly, "I lost, lost very thoroughly, and there’s no use in not being convinced."

"Outsiders only see the arrows shift, but don’t notice that the arrows shot side by side were actually arranged by you deliberately. The arrows in front had slightly less force, while the ones behind always had slightly more force. Therefore, the arrows behind could always split the ones in front halfway through the range."

Qin Hao smiled silently, exuding the demeanor of a master.

"The control over strength is so precise it’s almost divine; I truly don’t know how you do it," Mang said with self-deprecation, wiping his nose, "Actually, I have a lot of questions I want to ask."

"Please do ask." As the victor, Qin Hao’s poise appeared very graceful.

Mang dragged his doubts out from his heart: "The arrows you shot violated the rules of space entirely. Is it the inner strength at work here?"

"Indeed," Qin Hao didn’t hide it, "I imbued inner strength into the arrows. At the critical moment, the inner strength was guided. With the manipulation of inner strength, the arrows could naturally change direction."

"So that’s it." Mang’s face was full of wonder: "Combining inner strength with archery can reach such a miraculous level. It’s truly terrifying, leaving one speechless!"

After a moment of silence, he said, "What I regret now is why I even competed with you in archery."

After this battle, his undefeated record was shattered, and with the growth of his inner demons, he feared it would be tough to advance in archery.

However, Qin Hao was full of confidence in him and said, "You will definitely rise even higher."

The tone and words were like a mentor teaching a disciple.

Mang, however, found nothing strange about it.

He bent over with some excitement and said, "I hope I can borrow your lucky words."

As a straightforward person, Mang was never one for hesitation.

Fearing to keep others waiting too long, he raised his hand and shouted, "I lost this archery match, lost completely heartily and convincingly."

After speaking, he turned around like that and walked away from the crowd.

Everyone looked at him with eyes full of admiration.

The tribe’s number one archer experienced the biggest defeat of his life today.

However, he did not show any defeatism.

He walked with such bravado, and when he admitted defeat, he was still so composed.

This courage already earned him the admiration of many young people.

Only Tu spat at Mang’s retreating back, "Peh, a loser still putting on airs. You couldn’t even take down this trash, and you’re not worthy of being mentioned alongside me anymore!"

In the past, Mang and Tu were often talked about together, after all, they were both renowned warriors.

But now, Tu had already removed Mang from his mind.

A loser, and one who lost to an outsider, had no chance of becoming his opponent.

As for that outsider...

Thinking of this, Tu’s face darkened as he looked at Qin Hao and said, "That waste Tu finally left, now, let’s have a proper duel."

With that, he took three steps in two towards Qin Hao, holding a large knife half as tall as a person in his hand.

The large knife was forged from fine iron, entirely pitch-black and shining, the blade sharp like a thin slice, standing on the ground, a chilling aura emanated from the blade.

Celestial Dragon Island had abundant resources, but its shortcomings were also glaringly obvious.

—Lack of mineral resources

Because of this, the entire Immortal Spirit Tribe was stuck in a very awkward early stage of the cold weapon era.

Within the tribe, most of the Human Race used bone-made weapons.

Only a few possessed iron weapons.

But fine iron, more advanced than iron?

Among the entire tribe, only three people possessed it.

First was the mysterious Witch.

Second was the powerful Clan Leader.

Third, the Clan Leader’s profligate son, Tu.

Perhaps it was the supreme weapon in his hand giving him courage.

Or perhaps his inner confidence was swelling.

Tu held Qin Hao in extreme contempt, his face full of disdain: "Little squirt, don’t think you’re impressive because you beat that waste Mang! I’m not bragging, someone of his caliber can’t last three seconds against my blade."

This wasn’t a lie.

Mang, though endowed with divine power, didn’t have high proficiency in close combat techniques due to his dedication to archery.

Tu was a king in that area, and those who got close to him couldn’t withstand more than three moves of his swordsmanship. Including Mang.

So, there were two kings within the tribe, one in long-range, Mang, and one in close-combat, Tu.

Indeed, Tu had the right to be arrogant.

"Do you have that much confidence in your blade?"

Facing the arrogant Tu, Qin Hao’s expression carried a hint of amusement.

"Little squirt! Don’t act calm with me! I know you outsiders like to bluff! Trying to distract me by talking? I won’t let you!"

Tu sneered arrogantly, using his strength to rest the large knife on his shoulder, "Pick up your weapon, quickly!"

"Really not going to wait a moment?" Qin Hao did not rush to make a move.

"Are you wasting time with me? Do you believe I won’t chop you into eight pieces right now?"

With a shout, Tu stepped forward, and the distance between the two shrank to five meters.

This distance was within Tu’s sword technique attack range.

Which meant, if he swung his blade, Qin Hao had no chance to evade.

Locked by a murderous intent, Qin Hao didn’t falter; instead, his gaze drifted elsewhere, looking at a distant weapon rack and sighing: "Why... why are you so eager to seek death?"

"You’re the one seeking death!" Tu roared, swinging the large knife diagonally toward Qin Hao.

He had endured long enough; now the anger erupted, and he couldn’t care whether Qin Hao had a weapon or not.