Chapter 12

Just at this moment, Zhou Lu's plump figure spun into a bow stance once again, and with a powerful draw, three arrows were simultaneously released at high speed.

"Three Stars Chasing the Moon!"

Lei Meng, standing far away, subconsciously shouted out loud, standing there like a wooden stake.

Such archery skills were already the most standard benchmark for a heroic rider, indicating that Zhou Lu was undoubtedly a true heroic archer.

Hu Biao, on the opposite side, drew a cold breath, and was startled by Zhou Lu's sudden burst of divine shooting, breaking out in a cold sweat. He never imagined that the slick-talking, devious little punk was actually such a formidable presence, and that he had provoked a heroic rider hunter.

With Hu Biao's strength at the sixth level of the Tu Man Heart Sutra, he wasn't afraid of a heroic rider, but such individuals were extremely difficult to deal with. Their archery skills had reached a divine level, excelling in both close combat and long-range attacks, making it almost impossible to get close. They had ways to use extremely tricky shooting techniques to keep you at bay, making the fight almost unwinnable.

Hu Biao was incredibly frustrated, gritting his teeth, and began to wield the Blood Fox Saber Technique like a whirlwind, at least trying to protect himself before the arrows in the other's quiver ran out.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Three consecutive metallic clashes as the hunting knife deflected the three arrows. Hu Biao stumbled, almost falling due to the strange force of the arrows.

Embarrassed in front of everyone, Hu Biao's face turned ashen, filled with hatred.

Suddenly, Zhou Lu's hands moved in rapid succession, forming a series of blurred lines, and the arrows from his quiver rained down like a storm.

The intense arrow rain almost made Hu Biao unable to breathe.

"How is this possible?"

The over a hundred members of the Eagle Wing Sixth Squad were in an uproar, many jumping up involuntarily, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Rain of Arrows?"

This shooting technique was already an extremely difficult skill among true rider hunters. It required not only the ability to shoot multiple arrows in quick succession but also the ability to imbue each arrow with a completely different force, as if perfectly blending dozens of archery techniques and unleashing them simultaneously.

Could Zhou Lu's archery skills have reached such a shocking level?

The terror of such archery was unimaginable unless you experienced it firsthand.

Even Qian Ji, the female hunter at the back, changed her expression, gripping her startled red-flame horse tightly, her eyebrows standing on end.

Who would have thought that the plump little punk had such a stunning divine archery skill? What kind of explosive power and coordination could be contained in that plump body?

Hu Biao was completely stunned by the arrows, his Blood Fox Saber Technique disrupted by the bizarre forces of the arrows, his arms repeatedly flung out.

With a "clang," Hu Biao's hunting knife could no longer be held, flying out of his hand due to a spinning force, leaving him wide open.

"This is the last arrow."

Zhou Lu picked up the last arrow from his quiver, a sly smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Everything up to this point had been within his expectations. From the moment he stopped Hu Biao, Zhou Lu had already decided on his strategy to defeat him with archery.

Archery allowed him to take down enemies from a distance without direct contact, perfectly suited to Zhou Lu's interest in all kinds of devious tactics. He had always studied archery with great enthusiasm.

Of course, until the day before, Zhou Lu was still far from being a heroic rider, but after he unblocked ten savage veins in his body, everything changed.

Archery was more about technique than power.

Ten savage veins, all controlling a single archery technique, allowed Zhou Lu to instantly grasp the essence of archery to a level of perfection.

As Coach Huyan had said, it was like an adult playing with a three-year-old's puzzle; it was effortless.

The ultimate control of ten savage veins transformed any archery technique in Zhou Lu's hands, turning the mundane into the miraculous, unleashing terrifying power.

What could be more satisfying than using divine archery to dominate someone?

The extremely difficult techniques in archery that Zhou Lu had never been able to achieve before now came to him effortlessly, with a sense of freedom and fluidity that thrilled him to the core.

Zhou Lu was thoroughly enjoying this battle, the savage energy in his dantian swirling, the last arrow shooting out like a bolt of lightning. At this moment, Hu Biao was wide open, his arms numb and unable to react in time. The arrow "whooshed" into the center of the tassel on Hu Biao's head, piercing through and crossing his head.

The entire venue erupted in loud commotion, Qian Ji's red-flame horse neighing loudly.

Everyone could see that Zhou Lu had held back, shooting the tassel on the head, which was almost equivalent to beheading.

Hu Biao had been utterly defeated in this battle.

The immense force of the arrow made Hu Biao's scalp tingle.

To be defeated by a novice punk, the captain of the Fox Hunt Squad was utterly humiliated. The captain, overwhelmed with anger, could no longer hold back. The immense sense of shame made him feel a surge of blood rush to his head, his vision blackening as he fell backward with the force of the arrow.

It was as if Zhou Lu had shot Hu Biao flying.

The hunters in the distance watched this scene with stunned expressions. Before the duel, they had imagined countless outcomes, but this was something they had never dreamed of.

Zhou Lu had actually shot the captain to the point of unconsciousness with a single arrow?

The valley fell silent, Qian Ji's face changing several times, her shame and anger reaching a breaking point. Savage energy surged through her arms, and she almost ghost-like drew the black-gold hard bow from her back.

A barely perceptible "whoosh" of wind shot straight at Zhou Lu.

Qian Ji was also a powerful heroic rider hunter. Zhou Lu's humiliation of her had driven her to the brink of madness. Hu Biao had fought for her, and now she was almost losing her mind, with only one cruel thought in her mind: to shoot the little punk so that he would never make a sound again in this world.

"You're good with a bow, aren't you? Don't forget, there's another heroic rider behind you."

The arrow was so fast it was almost a blur, moving at an incredible speed toward Zhou Lu.

The valley erupted in chaos, the over a hundred members of the Eagle Wing Sixth Squad collectively enraged.

A duel between two people was considered the most sacred thing in the wilderness, and no one was allowed to interfere. Qian Ji's arrow was almost an ambush, and an ambush by a skilled archer was already extremely dishonorable. The target of her ambush was the one who had just won the duel, now relaxed and unguarded.

Such an ambush was seen by the warriors as even more disgraceful than catching someone in the act of adultery.

The faces of the over a hundred people changed.

However, Qian Ji's arrow was too fast, so fast that they didn't even have time to shout a warning. The arrow shot at Zhou Lu's neck at an extremely tricky angle, making Lei Meng's eyes almost pop out.

With a "click," Zhou Lu shook his head, using the momentum to bite the tail of the arrow firmly with his mouth.

Zhou Lu was also drenched in cold sweat. The savage energy swirl had put him in a state of oneness with nature, allowing him to sense the danger and save his life at the critical moment, narrowly avoiding the ambush.

However, the arrow still made Zhou Lu's heart almost leap out of his chest.

Was this the archery of a heroic rider? The arrow was incredibly sharp, making Zhou Lu's scalp tingle.

"Huh?"

Qian Ji, watching this scene, was clearly stunned, her bow trembling, a chill running down her spine.

She never imagined that the fat guy's archery skills were so incredibly strong.

Qian Ji remembered that her master had emphasized when teaching her archery that the technique of biting and deflecting was almost the most divine move in archery. It required a deep understanding of the trajectories of various bow forces and the ability to control the trajectory of an incoming arrow.

Biting and deflecting was not an offensive technique but could save your life in a critical moment. It was a skill that all archers spent their entire lives pursuing. Qian Ji admitted that she could not perform it as smoothly as Zhou Lu.

Qian Ji was stunned by Zhou Lu's skill.

However, pride and anger surged in her chest. She was intensely jealous of such a strong opponent and refused to believe that she, who was most proud of her archery, would lose to a punk who had been publicly demoted by the chief.

With a "crack," amidst the angry shouts from a distance, Qian Ji angrily drew the black-gold hard bow again, her eyes narrowing, preparing to shoot at Zhou Lu once more.

A powerful "whoosh" of wind made Qian Ji's heart almost stop.

The arrow that Zhou Lu had bitten was shot back at a speed she couldn't react to, as fast as a star's light, like a lightning bolt.

Zhou Lu had pushed the savage energy swirl to its limit, his entire body in a state of profound clarity. In the moment Qian Ji hesitated, Zhou Lu had seized the fleeting opportunity.

This arrow was almost a masterpiece of Zhou Lu's current abilities, with a trajectory that was nearly perfect, the energy swirl increasing the arrow's speed to a terrifying degree.

"Strong Snipe!"

Qian Ji only had time to shout in terror, "snap," her powerful bow was shattered into two pieces by Zhou Lu's arrow.

"How... is this possible..."

Qian Ji, sitting on her horse, was stunned, her eyes wide as she looked at the opposite side.

The entire valley fell silent.

Zhou Lu had actually defeated a heroic rider hunter in a direct confrontation. His strength had deeply impressed the hunters of the Eagle Wing Sixth Squad.

Thinking that Zhou Lu had joined their team and become their brother, the men were all excited, looking at Zhou Lu with fervent admiration.

Zhou Lu still maintained the stance of a half-drawn bow, his plump body exuding a powerful and imposing aura.

Lei Meng was filled with joy, and the hunters were filled with respect...

At this moment, Zhou Lu suddenly remembered Qian Ji's almost fatal arrow, and he was now terrified, his face turning pale, his body trembling, his hand holding the bow shaking uncontrollably. Hugging the hard bow, Zhou Lu jumped up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at Qian Ji and shouting:

"Ambush me? Hmph, if you ambush me again, I'll shoot you in the face next time..."

Zhou Lu emphasized the word "shoot" particularly, possibly because he was still shaken and wanted to highlight his archery skills.

The men of the Eagle Wing Sixth Squad collectively broke down, some on the verge of tears.

This dirty punk, could he be any more perverted? She is a woman, after all.

On the other side, Qian Ji, ignoring the fallen Captain Hu Biao, rode "Dazhuang" and cried as she rode away.