The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 468 - 464: Desperate Fight to the Death (Part 1)

Chapter 468: Chapter 464: Desperate Fight to the Death (Part 1)

"Fine, I want to see if you will still be able to say that later." Han Yu sneered, his wrist flicking lightly and the scabbard immediately shot out, nailing into a pillar outside the arena, penetrating three inches deep.

This single move alone elicited exclamations from the audience on site.

At a distance of nearly twenty meters, Han Yu was actually able to shoot the scabbard into the pillar. This was no longer just a display of wrist strength, but a mastery of Inner Strength that was nothing short of perfection.

Looking at the Longquan Sword in Han Yu’s hands, Ling Chen’s brows furrowed slightly, as his gaze slowly shifted onto Han Yu.

"Prepare to die!"

With eyes wide open in anger, Han Yu let out a fierce shout, without the slightest hint of warning, instantly sprung from the spot, flying more than a meter into the air, his sharp Longquan Sword pointing straight at Ling Chen’s brow, the sword momentum swift and unstoppable.

Seeing Han Yu make his move, Ling Chen, without a second thought, immediately turned and ran towards the edge of the arena. When Ling Chen was about two meters away from the corner of the arena, he leapt with his legs, suspending his body mid-air.

Immediately after, he twisted his waist, fiercely correcting his body’s position, raising his longbow high in hand, a sharp arrow swiftly nocked onto the bowstring.

Nocking the arrow, all in one fluid motion.

Whoosh!

With a release of his finger, the sharp arrow immediately flew out, shooting towards Han Yu, who had yet to land.

At this moment, there was less than ten meters between them. The arrow’s speed was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon Han Yu. However, Han Yu’s eyes were locked firmly on Ling Chen, completely disregarding the arrow hurtling through the air.

Suddenly, Han Yu raised his arm, the agile Longquan Sword like a Spirit Snake lightly flicked.

Clang!

Before the spectators could even react, a clear ring resounded. Subsequently, an arrow was seen deflecting off in mid-air, falling onto the arena.

Seeing Han Yu effortlessly deflect the arrow, Ling Chen was taken aback, disbelief evident in his eyes.

Han Yu had been staring at him all along, not even glancing at the position of the arrow, yet he was able to defend so accurately... Could it be... Yes! A thought struck Ling Chen, the Han Yu before him must possess the same ability to discern position by sound, just like himself.

This is bad!

With a solemn face, Ling Chen inwardly cursed, not expecting Han Yu to possess such a skill. Had he known earlier, he would not have chosen the bow and arrow as his weapon.

After his conversation with Song Ge last night, Ling Chen, after much deliberation, decided to take a risk and forego the Tianling Blade in favor of using the bow and arrow for the duel. Firstly, to catch his opponent off guard, and secondly... he knew Han Yu was highly skilled; using a bow and arrow could greatly prevent Han Yu from getting close.

However, facing Han Yu, who had the ability to discern position by sound, Ling Chen’s archery was greatly hindered. Although his archery skills were personally taught by Archery God Zhang Zhongfeng, he had not practiced for long and was probably less than a tenth as skilled as Zhang Zhongfeng.

While his thoughts raced, Han Yu somersaulted in mid-air, his Longquan Sword gently touching the ground, using the bounce from the sword’s blade, Han Yu’s body soared upwards once again. From the moment he made his move until now, his feet had never touched the ground, soaring in mid-air all this while.

This display of skill stunned everyone watching.

At this moment, Ling Chen, holding his bow and arrow, kept moving around the edge of the arena, trying his best to maintain a distance from Han Yu.

Whoosh!

The arrow tore through the air.

Sadly, it was slightly off the mark, not hitting Han Yu but flying past him instead.

Ling Chen didn’t utter a word and once again drew an arrow and nocked it on the bowstring, with the arrowhead following Han Yu’s body, seeking an opportunity to release.

To speak truthfully, Ling Chen’s archery was not at all subpar. During his time at the Ghost Organization, he was known as a sharpshooter with a hit rate nearing one hundred percent on a good day. However, there are subtle differences between marksmanship and archery.

The velocity of a bullet far surpasses that of an arrow. For firearms, it’s sufficient to simply aim and pull the trigger, but archery is different.

Because arrows travel slower through the air, it’s necessary to predict the trajectory of the target before releasing. Compared to firearms, archery demands more technical skill.

Moreover, this longbow, personally crafted by Guo Liang, exuded a sense of steadiness inside and out, was heavy to the touch, and required significant strength to fully draw. Fortunately, Ling Chen had practiced using Zhang Zhongfeng’s bow and arrow for some time and had grown accustomed to it.

At that moment, Han Yu found an opportunity, his Longquan Sword’s tip tapped on the ground and his body somersaulted mid-air, rapidly closing in on Ling Chen.

Seeing the situation worsen, Ling Chen immediately retreated and simultaneously released the bowstring.

However, just like before, Han Yu effortlessly deflected the arrow, posing no threat whatsoever.

Watching the distance between himself and Han Yu rapidly close, a sense of crisis crept into Ling Chen’s heart. Glancing at the quiver of arrows he carried, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and pulled out three arrows at once, nocking them all together on the bowstring.

He released one arrow and without checking if it hit the target, he released the second... and then the third arrows in quick succession.

The three arrows formed a ’品’ character formation, coming at Han Yu with a sharp wind.

Faced with three distinct sharp arrows, Han Yu let out a cold snort. His somersaulting body paused slightly mid-air as he gently flicked his wrist, weaving the Longquan Sword in front of him into a sword flower. The pliable blade moved like a Spirit Snake extending its tongue, swiftly and accurately deflecting each of the three arrows and sending them plummeting to the ground.

"Ling Chen, with your archery, you think you can hurt me? Hmph! Go back and train for a few more decades," Han Yu sneered condescendingly.

Ling Chen remained silent, ignoring Han Yu’s sarcasm, and continued to run around the edge of the arena, occasionally firing arrows, but all in vain.

Seeing the dwindling number of arrows in Ling Chen’s quiver, the spectators began to shake their heads.

At this rate, once Ling Chen’s arrows ran out, he would likely become lamb to the slaughter, with little chance of turning the tide.

"Big brother."

Yuan Yun turned his head, looking worriedly at Qiu Yong beside him.

Qiu Yong spoke in a deep voice: "Don’t panic; just watch and wait. It’s not time for us to intervene yet."

"Big brother... look over there." At that moment, Xia Yue signaled everyone with her eyes.

The crowd looked up and saw several middle-aged men on the opposite seats always watching them, unconcerned with the ongoing fight on the stage.

"They are from the Han Family," Yuan Yun said, furrowing his brow slightly. "They’re watching to prevent us from intervening."

"Second brother," Qiu Yong glanced at Xu Ming and instructed, "If anything unexpected happens later, you’ll be responsible for protecting Ling Cheng. We’ll handle the Han Family’s people."

"Understood," Xu Ming nodded.

As they spoke, the situation on the stage was changing rapidly. Only five arrows were left in Ling Chen’s quiver while Han Yu was ever closer, pressing within ten meters and on the verge of breaking through Ling Chen’s defenses.

Seeing this, Ling Chen turned and ran backward.

"Trying to run?"

Han Yu let out a cold laugh, instantly picking up speed, chasing right behind Ling Chen.

Eight meters... six meters... four meters...

As the distance between Han Yu and Ling Chen narrowed, everyone’s hearts leapt to their throats.

Is it going to end now?