Chapter 65

This arrow is the strongest one Bu Li has ever shot.

Three arrows, the fact that Bu Li obtained equipment, Chu Zhongze did not know. Bu Li carefully maximized this advantage until Chu Zhongze was fully committed, leaving no room for maneuver.

The long arrow slid over the ring on Bu Li's left index finger, a faint soul power entered the ring. Just like last time, a fierce soul was awakened by the soul power, roaring and extremely agitated inside the ring. Finding an outlet, this force entered the ironwood long arrow, making the already extremely fast and powerful ironwood long arrow even faster.

In the frame-by-frame scenes, Bu Li did not pay attention to how the force in the ring appeared or gathered. His eyes were fixed on Chu Zhongze, seeing the icy shards gathering into a fist wind just three steps away, the ferocity on Chu Zhongze's grim face clearly visible.

This arrow, either you die or I live.

This arrow, must decide life or death!

Silently, Bu Li's world was completely quiet. All sounds seemed to be slowed down by an invisible force, slower and slower, until they were fragmented into countless pieces, making them incomprehensible. It was like a怨妇 (grievous woman) moaning meaninglessly.

The roar of the long arrow could not be heard clearly either. In the frame-by-frame scenes, Bu Li saw that perhaps due to its extreme speed, the tip of the ironwood long arrow lit up, even the friction with the air made the heat-resistant ironwood burn. The fierce and agitated force inside the long arrow was impatient and restless. The burning only made this force more agitated.

Like the most temperamental fire dragon in legend, the ironwood long arrow rushed towards the ice dragon formed by the icy shards.

Three steps.

Two steps.

One step.

Even though time had slowed to an unbearable degree in Bu Li's eyes, the distance of three or four steps still vanished in an instant. The agitated, burning ironwood long arrow had already touched the ice dragon brought up by Chu Zhongze's fist wind. At this moment, Bu Li had not even heard the sound of the bowstring of the ox horn long bow releasing.

Victory or defeat, life or death, everything depended on this one move!

Dispersing, crushing, devouring. The burning ironwood long arrow seemed to ignore the ice dragon in front of Chu Zhongze, directly melting the icy shards. The resistance made the soul inside the long arrow even more agitated, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble uncontrollably as if sensing this agitation.

Distorted, trembling. Although it was only for a moment, Bu Li felt as if, if his power were stronger, he could tear apart the space. This was a strange feeling; the intangible space revealed a form he had never imagined.

Tear apart the space?!

The shock on Chu Zhongze's face just began to show, mixed with the previous ferocity, making it indescribably strange. The ironwood long arrow, carrying a red glow, rushed straight at Chu Zhongze. In the shadow, a fierce dragon appeared, its body scorching red, as if it had just emerged from the core of the earth, baring its fangs and claws, carrying a sulfuric smell, wanting to melt everything in the world.

Perhaps it was an illusion, in the blink of an eye, Bu Li emerged from that mysterious space, a strong wind blew, and a loud noise erupted. The ice shard dragon disappeared, Chu Zhongze's figure was shattered again, along with a shadow. The shadow was not large, looking like a small beast, struggling as it was devoured by the long arrow, but powerless to do anything.

Standing on the mountain slope, Bu Li, with the light and shadow flickering in front of him, dragging his shadow, looked like a heavenly deity!

The people in front of the mirage were stunned, the light and shadow flickering, most people did not even see what had happened. In just a blink, the long arrow was shot, Chu Zhongze's seemingly powerful attack was shattered like a piece of paper, completely defenseless.

How did he do it? The profession of a pattern hunter, a very unfamiliar profession of pattern engravers, only existed in the deep mountains and old forests, rarely appearing in big cities. Not only ordinary people on the Soul澜 (Lan) Continent, but even the strong from various sects and schools rarely encountered pattern hunters.

Gao Zuobin was stunned, Bu Li's soul power was too weak, but what was the origin of that ring on his finger?!

Cursing inwardly, such a mirage in front of everyone would certainly cause a huge uproar. What would those sects think? How many resources would it take to suppress this matter? Zhang Xitong was injured in a strange way, and the old man was not around, no one could order the mirage to be shut down. Once the mirage was released, the advantage that the Heavenly Dao Sect originally held would be completely lost.

Sun Guixiang, Yun Yuhai, and others also stared blankly at the mirage. Although others did not speak, they all thought that Bu Li could not defeat Chu Zhongze. The scene in the mirage clearly showed a solid fact, and everyone had misjudged.

"What is the origin of that ring?" Yun Yuhai looked at Chu Zhongze's shattered shadow, sacrificing his pattern engraving shadow beast to escape, with no interest, just a cursory glance, walked forward, and his soul power stirred, landing on the mirage. Bu Li's tall figure in the mirage became even larger, Yun Yuhai did not stop, manipulating the light and shadow, finally enlarging the ring on Bu Li's left index finger.

"Somewhat strange," Nie Xinlei, the only pattern hunter of the Heavenly Dao Sect, naturally commented with the most authority, looking at the ring, lightly touching the ring on his own finger, said.

"How so?"

"Just a fifth-grade ring, with acceleration and armor-piercing effects. But where did the later shadow fire dragon come from?"

"Did you misjudge?" Yun Yuhai teased.

"You're the one who would misjudge!" Nie Xinlei cursed, "Am I a pattern hunter or are you?"

"How could there be a fifth-grade ring in the Western Mountain Remnant Clan?"

"It might be left by some strong person from thousands of years ago, that's not strange. What I find strange is how this ring can make such a big impact. Bu Li has only started cultivating for a short time, his soul power is as weak as it can be. But... I can't figure it out. I tell you, when this kid comes to the sect, whoever dares to compete with me, I'll definitely turn against them. Damn, a pattern hunter not entering the pattern hunter's sect, learning all sorts of nonsense from you, what a waste of talent!" Nie Xinlei went off-topic as he spoke, looking like he was really about to turn against them.

"That ring isn't a big deal, but I think Bu Li seems to have a very high affinity with these things that carry a wild soul power. I estimate that even Old Nie wouldn't have such a big effect with this ring." Yang Fengqin said, then added, "Of course, when you were a first-grade pattern hunter."

Nie Xinlei looked at the light in the mirage, neither confirming nor denying. His eyes carried a wildness of the mountains and forests; only such a wild young man, full of wildness, could inherit his legacy and become the most powerful pattern hunter on the entire Soul澜 (Lan) Continent.

In the mirage, Chu Zhongze's shadow beast was shot to pieces, and Chu Zhongze was instantly severely injured. Although he escaped in the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed.

A hint of a smile flashed across Bu Li's lips, although his soul power was completely drained, his limbs were sore and numb, but breaking through Chu Zhongze head-on made Bu Li very satisfied. His judgment was correct; even if Chu Zhongze had hidden strength, he could not withstand this ironwood long arrow.

After shooting the shadow beast, the ironwood long arrow did not fly far before it burned out, turning into ashes and being scattered by the wind in the forest.

Bu Li drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and held the long arrow, aiming at Chu Zhongze not far away, but did not rush to shoot. His whole body was weak and powerless, and Bu Li was at the end of his strength. Holding the long arrow was just a bluff to intimidate Chu Zhongze. With that last arrow, Chu Zhongze was undoubtedly doomed.

In that instant, sensing something wrong with the ice shield in front of him, Chu Zhongze reacted quickly, using his shadow beast as a substitute and teleporting a few feet away. Although he avoided death, his soul power was severely injured, and one leg was bleeding profusely, making it difficult for him to stand.

When Bu Li drew the bow and nocked the arrow, Chu Zhongze felt a sharp killing intent lock onto him. Startled, the ice cicada's figure brightened, and a layer of frost rose around Chu Zhongze, making his figure in the frost too fast to lock onto.

This must be the special racial ability of the ice cicada, Bu Li thought, watching Chu Zhongze's figure dance in the frost, staying within the frost, not in a hurry, just waiting for Chu Zhongze to run out of strength. After three consecutive arrows, Bu Li had used all his strength, his arms were sore and numb, and he needed a few breaths to rest. Drawing the bow and nocking the arrow was just a bluff, but at this moment, Chu Zhongze's heart was already chilled, and he dared not approach again.

"How long can your soul power last?" Bu Li asked coldly.

Chu Zhongze moved in the frost, knowing it was just a temporary solution, but unwilling to face Bu Li's long arrow, unwilling to experience that feeling of brushing with death again.

Decisiveness and clarity are just a moment of courage.

Hearing Bu Li's words, Chu Zhongze did not respond, his body still moving in the frost, dodging Bu Li's feigned bow. Chu Zhongze knew that continuing this way would lead to death, but what choice did he have?

Looking at Bu Li standing not far away, Chu Zhongze felt a bit dazed. Wasn't he supposed to be the star of this "Remnant Clan Grand Trial"? Wasn't that young man named Bu Li just a newly turned pattern hunter...

A moment of daze, his body slowed slightly, Chu Zhongze felt something grab his ankle tightly, his upper body moved with soul power, but his lower body seemed to be rooted in the ground, immobile.

An opportunity!

Bu Li had just recovered enough soul power to summon vines, and summoned them to grip Chu Zhongze's foot tightly.

Having been feigning the entire time, in an instant, the ironwood long arrow shot out with a piercing whistle.