Chapter 252: Chapter 113: Wind Thunder Silent! Transcendental Wind-Thunder Arrow!_3

A shout rang out, and two bandits dressed as travelling merchants blocked the door, not allowing Su Changkong to leave.

Su Changkong acted as if he heard nothing, his steps not pausing in the slightest as he moved towards the doorway.

“Damn it! Are you deaf?”

Seeing this, a brutal light flashed in the eyes of the two bandits. They both swung their fists at Su Changkong’s chest with coordination. Both were martial artists, with strength far surpassing that of ordinary people. If their punches connected, even a solid plank of wood would shatter!

“Puff puff!”

But before their fists landed on Su Changkong’s chest, a crisp tearing sound rang out. The bandits’ eyes bulged as a line of blood appeared on their necks, and their heads, fully intact, detached and fell to the ground, rolling a few times!

“This…”

This scene left everyone in the inn somewhat dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had just happened.

“Did he draw his sword? Why…did I not see anything? How fast must that have been?”

Head escort Wang’s eyes were wide as he looked at the beheaded bandits. He was inwardly horrified.

Head escort Wang was also a Martial Artist who had completed one round of Blood Refining in the Qi-Blood Realm, but he hadn’t seen how Su Changkong had drawn his blade. The obstructing bandits were decapitated with their heads on the ground, and he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Su Changkong’s sword-drawing motion!

The headless bodies slumped to the ground, and Su Changkong stepped over them, crossing the inn’s threshold and disappearing outside.

“What…what kind of Blade Technique was that?”

Both the group of escorts and the bandits watched with cold sweat streaming down their faces as they looked at the two headless corpses by the door and the pervasive, pungent smell of blood.

Originally, Zhang Xingyun had brought a group of bandits to lie in wait at the inn, like sitting ducks, waiting for Head escort Wang’s team to arrive to then attack and rob the merchant convoy, hoping to make a huge illicit profit.

However, unimaginably, a young man sitting in a corner of the inn, unknown and unfathomable, had shocked everyone. No one saw how he drew his weapon, yet two obstructing bandits ended up decapitated!

“Such strength…he wouldn’t be an unknown in Dafeng State City, would he?” Zhang Xingyun’s forehead was slick with cold sweat.

“Big brother…what do we do?”

One of the bandits asked in a low voice.

“Go!”

Zhang Xingyun saw the fear on the faces of the other bandits, grinding his teeth as he barked the command.

Even though the young man seemed not to want to meddle further, having killed two of their number had already demoralized his companions. There was a chance he might come back, so the best course of action at that moment was to retreat swiftly!

Zhang Xingyun’s group, all armed with swords, kept a wary eye on Head escort Wang and his men as they backed out of the inn and quickly took their leave.

“This…”

Head escort Wang, Master Qian, and the others watched this spectacle somewhat bewilderedly. What was certainly going to be a bloody conflict with the bandits robbing their convoy turned into a swift retreat due to the black-clad youth’s intervention.

But as Head escort Wang and the others’ aim was to protect the convoy, naturally they didn’t pursue, avoiding unnecessary complications and casualties.

“Who is that stinking kid? He killed two of us just like that!”

The bandits, numbering over thirty, left the inn and didn’t stop until they were several miles away. One tall and lean bandit’s face showed lingering fear. The leader, Zhang Xingyun, was silent and frowning. Even he, who had reached the Qi Blood One Transformation, had not seen how the young man had drawn his blade.

In other words, if he had been the one to stop the youth, his fate would most likely have been instantaneous decapitation!

“Hmph! It’s a good thing he ran fast, or else I would’ve used the Black Tiger Heart Plucking technique to rip his chest open!”

To lighten the somewhat gloomy atmosphere, a bandit with a moustache raised his voice and gestured as he spoke loudly.

“Forget it…it’s just bad luck today. We’ll just find a new target.”

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but laugh, brightening the previously tense mood, and started to contemplate, ready to pick another target for their next heist!

“Puff!”

Just as they were contemplating, suddenly a soft burst sounded. They felt a warm sensation on their faces. They froze, only to realize that the moustached bandit’s head had been pierced by an unseen force, spattering blood and brain matter all over them.

“Puff puff puff!”

Even before they could react, three more sounds of flesh tearing apart rang out, as three bandits—still confused or with their hearts or heads pierced—collapsed to the ground dead!

“Ambush! Ambush!”

“It’s that kid! He’s got a bow and arrows!”

In an instant, panicked cries erupted, and the gang of bandits immediately realized it was the black-clothed youth who had been launching arrows at them from the shadows! He hadn’t gone far, but had been tracking them the whole time!

“Pfft pfft pfft!”

More than three hundred paces away, Su Changkong watched the bandits with an icy glare. He worked his bow with both hands, firing arrows in rapid succession, and the sound of his shooting was almost inaudible. Traveling several times faster than the speed of sound, the arrows carried bodies of distant bandits through the air before they crashed to the ground, dead on the spot.

Su Changkong had always been of the mind that if one must act, one must eradicate the roots.

Just now, in the inn, Su Changkong had only killed two bandits who had tried to stop him from leaving and did not start a fight inside because simply put, the space was too small, and damaging things meant paying compensation!

Moreover, Su Changkong wanted to use them to practice his newly achieved “Wind Thunder Silent” level of Wind Thunder Archery of the Eight Realms, which was why he left the inn first and, after the bandits also left, followed them quietly to kill them all.

In dealing with these bandits who lived by plundering and robbing, Su Changkong showed no mercy or soft-heartedness; evil must be eradicated completely!

“Where is he?”

“Take cover!”

The bandits were all terrified. Su Changkong’s arrows were silent, and with Su continually changing his position, it was impossible to pinpoint his location by sound alone. Some bandits reacted quickly and hid behind trees.

“Pfft!”

But as an arrow flew through the air, the pupil of a bandit hiding behind a tree shrank. The large tree in front of him, as thick as a wash basin, exploded open with a hole the size of a bowl. An arrow, flickering with cold light, continued mercilessly to his chest, throwing him backward and smashing him to the ground, his chest cavity already blown open beyond saving.

At the Eighth Level of Wind Thunder Archery, Su Changkong never missed, and with arrows as silent as they were powerful, the bandits—whether fleeing or hiding—faced death as the only outcome.

“Run! Run! What a ruthless kid, bent on total annihilation, huh?”

The leader of this group of bandits, a man named Zhang Xingyun, was filled with terror and desperation as he unfolded his speed technique and fled into the distance, his concern for the lives of others abandoned.

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, a chilling sensation of a thorn in the back struck him. Zhang Xingyun understood that the black-clothed youth had targeted him!

“Cloud Breaking Palm!”

With hair standing on end and scalp tingling with numbness as if falling into an ice cave, at the brink of life and death, Zhang Xingyun’s Qi and Blood surged, forming a Qi-Blood Veil around him. With a roar, he turned and thrust out a palm, intending to deflect the incoming arrow.

“Crack!”

However, at the collision of palm and arrow, Zhang Xingyun felt that the arrow, which should have been light, contained a thunderous explosive force. Amidst the sound of shattering, his Qi-Blood Veil enveloping him was instantly penetrated, and his palm was ripped apart, flesh flying everywhere. The arrow continued unabated through his body, leaving a hole as big as a bowl!

Zhang Xingyun fell to the ground with wide-open eyes, unable to believe it; he was a Qi-Blood Realm martial artist who could fight a hundred men, but against this black-clothed youth, he couldn’t even discern the youth’s position, let alone mount any resistance, and was shot dead in an instant?

Among the scattered bandits fleeing in all directions, there were no lack of Internal Strength Realm experts who could cover over ten meters in a second, but no matter how fast they were, they could not outpace Su Changkong’s arrows. Before they could get a few yards away, they lay dead on the ground.

“Spare me… spare me, my lord!”

Some bandits broke down, no longer running, kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, giving up resistance in the hope that they might spare their lives.

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh!”

But arrow after arrow cut through the air, mercilessly shooting them on the spot!

Before long, the wilderness returned to calm, now littered with more than thirty dead bodies.

Su Changkong walked over slowly, began searching the bodies, and simultaneously collected his arrows.

An ordinary archer, even one of decent skill, would find it difficult to emulate Su Changkong’s feat of shooting down more than thirty people single-handed, leaving them with no chance to run. It could only be said that Su Changkong’s archery had reached a transcendental realm, and his strong foundation allowed him to unleash arrows in rapid succession.

It is no exaggeration to say that with his archery skills alone, Su Changkong could dominate in Ink Forest Prefecture City, with few if any challengers.

Alone, Su Changkong was more formidable than ten or twenty Divine Arm Crossbows!