714: C714 If You Have Arm Strength You're Done

C714 If You Have Arm Strength You're Done

"I give up. Let's proceed to the third round."

Lin Mo did not hesitate as he directly said.

That elven old man was startled, but he did not say anything. He also nodded his head and started the third round of the competition.

The giant tree on the ground burrowed back into the ground, and the area became empty once more.

Abel stood on the other side and looked at Lin Mo from afar. Seeing the two conspicuous white grey spots on Lin Mo's body, a proud smile appeared on Abel's face.

From his point of view, his victory was already decided.

Abel knew very well that the more difficult this competition was, the more difficult it would become.

He was one of the most outstanding youths of this generation. However, he himself did not dare guarantee that he would be able to hit Lin Mo in the third round.

For someone like Lin Mo, if he were to shoot so many arrows in the third round of difficulty, it would truly be like a ghost.

As he thought of this, Abel seemed to foresee the embarrassing look on Lin Mo's face when he would win this match. Abel immediately beamed and revealed a contemptuous expression towards Lin Mo.

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly as a form of response.

He knew in his heart that he had indeed underestimated these elves. Just this archery skill alone was enough to cause Lin Mo to sigh in admiration.

It was almost impossible to defeat Abel with just his archery skills. However, according to the rules set by the old man, he didn't seem to say that he had to win through skill. If so, if he could get the arrow to leave a mark on Abel's body in some other way, it would not be against the rules, would it?

Lin Mo secretly made up his mind.

Following the control of the elven old man, trees began to appear from the ground once again. Although the trees weren't as thick as before, they were still enough to obstruct their line of sight.

When all the trees had appeared, a wall made of tree branches slowly floated in front of the two of them. It formed a protective barrier in front of them.

Lin Mo furrowed his brows. The terrain of the third round was basically a combination of the first two rounds. However, the trees were so tightly shielded. If they could still rely on skills to hit him, wouldn't that be too exaggerated?

"Begin!"

The old man did not give Lin Mo any chance to be stunned. After the arena appeared, the old man immediately shouted, "Begin."

Clang, clang, clang, clang.

Lin Mo listened attentively, and there was a total of five bow sounds.

Abel had shot two arrows in the first round and five arrows in the second. Now, he had shot out all his remaining arrows!

The arrows were still strangely and nimbly clashing through the woods, but since the trees weren't as thick as they were in the second round, they made a few turns.

In the end, there were still two arrows shooting at the tree wall.

When the two arrows reached a certain distance, the last arrow suddenly hit the tail of the first arrow. The two arrows collided and the last arrow passed all of its kinetic energy to the first arrow.

The speed of the arrow suddenly became very fast, and it forcibly shot a hole through the tree wall.

By the time the arrow flew through the air, it had exhausted almost all of its inertia. However, this arrow was still barely able to endure as it flew in front of Lin Mo, leaving a shallow white mark on his leg.

After the first round of shots, Abel's forehead was covered in sweat and his face had turned pale.

These five arrows, regardless of speed, strength, direction, sequence, or shooting frequency, they all required great precision. Abel had consumed a great deal of his strength of heart.

"Yes."

The old elf spoke softly and nodded to him.2

He had seen Abel's performance clearly. Such an exquisite archery skill was rare even among this group of youngsters.

"Alright!"

Abel's followers began to clap and cheer.

Abel also revealed a victorious smile. He picked up his bow and arrows and looked like he was about to leave the field.

The old man also shook his head slightly, preparing to reset the plants in the field.

"Isn't it too early to be happy?"

Lin Mo's voice came from afar.

Abel frowned. "I've already hit all three arrows. You won't have a chance."

"If you say there's no chance, then I just don't have the chance? "What a joke, you still haven't come out and you can already judge in advance?"

Lin Mo replied bluntly.

Abel could not find any good reason to respond. He could only return to his original spot with a dark face.

The old man looked deeply into Lin Mo's eyes and did not say anything. He merely stopped what he was doing and let the trees remain where they were.

Lin Mo identified the direction Abel was standing, then pulled the quiver full of arrows in front of him. With a stretch of his hands, he pulled out all the bows, and ten arrows were nocked onto the bowstring.

The old man frowned as he watched. Lin Mo had neither the skill nor the intention to draw an arrow with his bow.

This was not even comparable to a novice who had just met a bow and arrow. Even an amateur should know that having ten arrows at the same time would have no special effect. Instead, these archers would only be able to disturb each other when they shot.

The old man's lips moved. He wanted to say something, but he held himself back.

As a referee, he had to be fair and impartial. Even the slightest hint or suggestion could not be heard from his mouth.

Whoosh

Abel's arrows were like rhythmic music, and Lin Mo's arrows were like machine gun shots.

Under the guidance of the Emperor level strength of the Heavenly Spirit Body, these ten bows didn't have any collision at all. Instead, they shot forwards like flower blossoms.

Boom!

The tree wall in front of him had many holes in it. The ten arrows pierced through the wall and headed straight for Abel.

Lin Mo's thoughts were very simple. He did not have any skills, but his own strength was very strong. As the saying goes, one shot down ten times. Since your archery skills can let you dodge obstacles and hit me, I will directly pierce through it!

The ten arrows completely ignored the trees, forcing their way through.

At most, Abel could only hear the sounds of arrows colliding and whistling through the air. However, Lin Mo's arrows seemed to have the power of a true battlefield.

Although Abel couldn't see what was happening on the other side, his legs were already shaking.

The old man was stunned. He had seen people competing in archery before, but he had never seen someone like Lin Mo.

Others were comparing their skills, but Lin Mo was purely showing off his arm strength.

However, this wasn't a violation of the rules. The old man could only watch helplessly as the ten arrows shot towards Abel with a destructive momentum.

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