Chapter 180 - 179: Myriad Arrow Bombardment

Chapter 180: Chapter 179: Myriad Arrow Bombardment

Fang... Fang Can swallowed someone!!!

Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them.

Fang Can’s chest had burst open like a gaping, bloody maw, swallowing a person whole.

Perhaps because the space inside him wasn’t very large, the white-robed girl’s small feet hadn’t been fully drawn in. They were left sticking out of Fang Can’s chest.

Tight, warm...

Swallowed into Fang Can’s body, the white-robed girl felt herself enveloped by a large mass of warm, faintly glowing flesh.

Having hollowed out his own internal organs, Fang Can’s insides were now completely empty.

Her frame was rather petite, just small enough to fit.

The moment she entered Fang Can’s body, the girl felt her entire being go limp, completely drained of strength.

’No, I can’t just let him do what he wants. I have to get out.’

Ignoring the fact that she had just lost her first kiss, the girl mustered what strength she had and began to chant from within Fang Can, "The wind rushes... Mmph—"

Before she could finish, Fang Can’s spine shot forward like a nimble serpent, choking off the rest of her words.

Giving the girl no chance to speak, the spine delved deeper, plunging directly into her stomach.

After this series of actions, the small feet protruding from Fang Can’s chest suddenly tensed. The toes inside the white boots curled as if in a violent cramp, as though she were experiencing something utterly terrifying within.

Kicking Xiang Longtao away again, Fang Can wiped his lips with a look of disgust. He found the idea of "sharing spittle to survive" absolutely repulsive.

Although Fang Can had now taken down two hundred people, this was the first time his mouth had been involved, aside from that incident with Ye Qingshi back at the martial arts hall.

Meanwhile, during this delay, an elven girl several miles away had already nocked an arrow and locked onto their position.

On her simple, ancient iron bow, drawn to its absolute limit, a golden-glowing arrow silently materialized.

This was an Arrow of the Mind, formed from pure willpower.

Looking at Fang Can and the dozens of Chu Martial Artists, the girl released the taut bowstring.

A pale white, visible ripple spread through the air. A fierce wind erupted as the arrow broke the sound barrier.

It was so fast that all one could see was a flash of golden light against the dark clouds.

The instant the arrow was released, Fang Can felt the hair on his body stand on end. He immediately grabbed a nearby Chu Martial Artist and used him as a shield.

From miles away, the arrow crossed the distance in mere moments.

The golden light flashed and lightly touched the Martial Artist in front of Fang Can, and then—

BOOM!!!

Amidst a violent tremor akin to a missile strike, a five-meter-wide crater began to form in the swirling dust and smoke.

Looking at the shattered earth, Fang Can was certain that this arrow possessed at least eighty percent of his own current power.

If he had taken that attack head-on, he wouldn’t have died, but it was highly likely he would have lost a layer of skin.

’Another Martial Artist who has broken through the Heaven-Ascending Road realm?’

The corners of Fang Can’s mouth curled up slightly. He slowly swallowed the struggling little feet on his chest, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

The Chu Martial Artists on the scene only felt a scorching heat in their chests, but their bodies were otherwise unharmed.

Even though they were used as human shields, not even a full-power strike from Fang Can could seriously injure them, let alone a single arrow.

"Fang Can, you’re dead meat," Xiang Longtao said, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

The number of attackers would only grow. With the protection of their interlinked iron chains, not even a First Turn expert could force a kill on them, while Fang Can would only grow more and more exhausted.

They had the advantage. Even if it meant giving up the championship, they had to cut Fang Can down.

’It was blocked?’

A hint of regret flashed in the distant elven girl’s eyes. Opportunities like that were rare.

But it didn’t matter. It was just one failed arrow.

After breaking through the Heaven-Ascending Road, the girl hadn’t chosen to use her Mind’s Light to create a [Guaranteed Hit] legacy technique.

Instead, she had used all of her Mind’s Light to construct her post-First Turn archery system.

In her eyes, for an archer, hitting one’s prey was a matter of course.

If she relied on a legacy technique to handle aiming, then what was the point of the hundreds of thousands, even millions, of practice shots she’d made since she was a child?

When you lose faith in the arrows you release and hand over the aiming to a technique...

...isn’t that the same as admitting your own failure?

Besides, as long as you fire enough arrows with enough power to blanket everything in your line of sight with firepower...

...what does it matter if your aim is a little off?

So... for this breakthrough...

...she had invested all of her spirit light points into rate of fire, power, and her own Magical Power bar.

In full view of Fang Can, the girl’s expression remained calm. She neither dodged nor hid.

She simply nocked another arrow and took aim again, only much faster this time.

"Hah! An archer who doesn’t run after being discovered, but attacks instead?"

Fang Can narrowed his eyes, staring at the distant girl. Only a few thousand paces separated them now.

Now it was a race to see if Fang Can could reach her first, or if her arrows would snipe him down along the way.

’If one arrow misses, then ten will follow. A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...’

The elven girl narrowed her eyes. She gave up on sneak attacks, opting instead to use wide-area-of-effect firepower to shoot Fang Can down by sheer force.

She drew the bow with her right arm, aiming at Fang Can, who was entangled in battle with the Chu contingent.

Once again, it was a glowing arrow, but the instant it left the string, it split from one into eighty-one.

Each of these arrows was no less powerful than the one from her earlier sneak attack, resembling thousands of shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

Yes, thousands!

Because after that first volley of smaller arrows was fired, the girl didn’t pause for a moment before loosing a second and a third.

In the short span of three breaths, dozens of Mind Arrows were shot, and each one split into eighty-one.

Archery Art—Myriad Arrow Barrage!

"Hahaha, Fang Can, your doom has arrived!" Xiang Longtao laughed maniacally, desperately holding Fang Can in place along with the dozens of Chu Martial Artists.

Seeing this, the believers watching from the outside slapped their foreheads in exasperation, feeling that their god was acting like a total clown.

They remembered how, before entering, they had been debating whether Fang Can or Xiang Longtao was stronger.

Now, the situation made it glaringly obvious that Fang Can held the upper hand even when fighting Xiang Longtao and dozens of others all by himself.

Even if these Martial Artists succeeded in holding him down and Fang Can was ultimately blasted to death by the arrows, it would still be a glorious defeat for him.

In short, Xiang Longtao was the clown, through and through.

Looking at the hysterically laughing Xiang Longtao, Fang Can sighed. "Do you really think your interlinked chains make you invincible?"

"Compared to true unity, this legacy technique has a fatal flaw. Haven’t you noticed?"

"A flaw? Impossible!" The pale-faced Martial Artist shook his head, rejecting the idea.

"Do you know how the Battle of Red Cliffs was lost in the novel?" Fang Can asked, his gaze falling on the chains connecting them.

The pale youth noticed Fang Can’s gaze. "Is it the chains...? But you can’t even touch them."

"That’s right," Fang Can said with a small smile. "But you can."