Chapter 26 of 100

Chapter 26

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As the ironwood long arrows were just released, Bu Li's right hand, as if performing a magic trick, retrieved three more ironwood long arrows from the quiver at his waist. Two arrows were held in his palm, tightly pressed against his fingers, wrist, and forearm, while the third ironwood long arrow was already drawn and ready to be fired.

Yang Cance was a true opponent, and only then did Bu Li take out three ironwood long arrows. The technique of holding eleven ironwood long arrows in one hand, as seen in the Bai family courtyard, could not make Bu Li's arrows fly any faster.

The crowd below was in an uproar, mostly gasping in surprise. Bu Li's ox-horn giant bow looked intimidating, and at that moment, Bu Li seemed like a war god. Despite facing the extremely fast patterned beast, he only retreated five steps, then drew and shot arrows continuously at Yang Cance. Bu Li appeared indifferent to Yang Cance's and the patterned beast's incredible speed, the cold light emitted from Yang Cance's wrist guard, and the deathly aura from the patterned beast's sharp teeth and claws. He remained steady, shooting arrows one after another.

The strength required to draw such a giant bow was unimaginable. Bu Li did not use a patterned beast; he relied solely on his own strength to accomplish this. The arrows were shot in quick succession, the second ironwood long arrow almost touching the tail feathers of the first, forming a black line as it was shot from the ox-horn long bow directly at Yang Cance.

When did the Bai Ling clan have such a powerful young man? All the clan leaders had the same question. Their mocking words stopped, and the doubts about why Yang Cance knew the purest patterned technique were temporarily set aside. All their attention was on Bu Li.

But even so, how would Bu Li deal with the patterned beast's attack?

Bu Li completely ignored the white mountain leopard's charge, continuously shooting ironwood long arrows. The arrows seemed like a long spear in the void, controlled by Bu Li's ox-horn giant bow, aiming at Yang Cance. The ironwood long arrows kept coming, reaching Yang Cance in an instant. At that moment, both Yang Cance and the mountain leopard were still three steps away from Bu Li!

Yang Cance's body paused, his right hand forming a fist, and the four sharp blades on his wrist guard swept horizontally, striking the tip of the first ironwood long arrow.

The speed was extremely fast, and the force was unexpectedly great. The ironwood long arrow was still half a step away from Yang Cance, but the whistling wind had already hit him, making him feel as if a small mountain was pressing in front of him, even making it hard to breathe.

The steel wrist guard struck the ironwood long arrow. Yang Cance was initially confident, believing that with the strength of the patterned beast, even the strongest night hunter in the forest could not match him. But upon contact, he felt something was wrong. A massive force came from the wrist guard, as if an invisible hand pressed against his chest, deforming his prominent breasts and compressing his chest, causing a muffled groan.

Yang Cance was greatly alarmed but not panicked. Using the momentum of the ironwood long arrow, he suddenly retreated. Could this black bear be the patterned beast of that young man from the Bai Ling clan? Has he also reached the soul-infused stage? No way! Even with abundant soul power, a patterned beast cannot stay by one's side without returning to the pattern.

The distance increased, though only for an instant, giving Yang Cance a chance to dodge. He sneered inwardly, thinking that even with the incredible strength of the bow, what could it do? How would he deal with the patterned beast's attack? He estimated that he wouldn't need to block all the arrows; the mountain leopard would tear the young man from the Bai Ling clan to pieces.

In the split second, the expressions of mockery on the faces of some clan leaders in the audience had not yet faded, but the situation on the Tianci Platform had already changed several times. The brief balance was filled with a sharp killing intent.

Dishi Clan's leader, Yang Ye, frowned, his hands tightly clenched, as if he were facing Bu Li's continuous arrows alongside Yang Cance. The Bai Ling clan? Yang Ye had no impression of them, a tiny clan among the hundred tribes of the Western Mountain Divine Legacy. When did they have such a powerful young man? Without using a patterned beast, he had already caused trouble for Yang Cance. Yang Ye was not worried about Yang Cance's safety; he was confident that Yang Cance could handle this situation.

Yang Cance, possessing the purest patterned technique and practicing true soul techniques from a young age, was already capable of dominating the entire Western Mountain Divine Legacy, despite his young age. The young man from the Bai Ling clan was merely a talented jungle hunter, how could he be compared to a patterned warrior?

Despite this, Yang Ye felt an inexplicable tension. This battle had cost the entire Dishi Clan everything. For so many years, the Dishi Clan had been preparing for this battle, with no room for retreat.

The air below the Tianci Platform seemed to freeze. Unlike the previous battles, which were not without their highlights, none of them had the unexpected moves and unpredictable outcomes of the battle between Bu Li and Yang Cance. No one could predict the course of this battle. From the moment Yang Cance displayed the purest patterned technique, Bu Li responded with pure archery skills. The fierce patterned beast was about to pounce on Bu Li, and even the black bear, which seemed to fear death, were all situations the clan leaders had never encountered.

The tension was suffocating, like a large black cloud pressing down on their heads.

Bu Li completely ignored the mountain leopard's charge, slightly sidestepping and switching hands. His left hand was as agile as his right, showing no discomfort. The ox-horn giant bow was powerful, and after becoming a patterned hunter, Bu Li had wound three strands of deer sinew he had kept for a long time around the bow. Without a thousand pounds of strength, it was impossible to draw this bow. Even Bu Li, after shooting four consecutive arrows with all his might, felt a slight soreness in his shoulders and back. To maintain such intense pressure, he had to switch hands.

The pungent wind hit his face, the white mountain leopard's mouth slightly open, its sharp teeth like numerous daggers gleaming coldly. Saliva hung from one side, blown into its mouth by the strong wind. The sharp front claws were just inches away from Bu Li, as if one more swipe would tear him apart.

Yang Cance quickly adjusted his posture, crouching lower, almost like a fierce female leopard, almost touching the ground. His right hand's wrist guard struck the stone of the Tianci Platform, and with a slight push, his entire body shot forward. His crouched form dodged Bu Li's continuous arrows, but his target remained unchanged: Bu Li.

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