World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 193 - 193 133 Genius Performance!

193: 133: Genius Performance!

Nai’er Returns!

193: 133: Genius Performance!

Nai’er Returns!

“Yao Xing, how many times can we use dragon power for a critical hit?” Suo Lun asked.

“Many, many times,” Yao Xing responded.

Last time, despite having over a hundred dragon power critical hits, Yao Xing hadn’t said “many times,” but this time he was using “many, many.”

“How can there be so many?” Suo Lun asked.

“Along the way, even though I’ve slain dozens of hairy thieves and no fewer than a hundred wild beasts, their levels were quite low, unable to absorb much dragon power.”

“Have you forgotten about the priestess in the Heaven Tomb?” Yao Xing said, “Although, although she was a Spiritual Saintess, it’s not as if she had no dragon power at all.

So, quite a bit of dragon power was absorbed, just that it’s negligible compared to her spiritual power.”

The situation was too urgent at that time.

On the way back to Linhai City, Yao Xing did mention once that killing the saintess of the Heaven Tomb had absorbed some dragon power.

This portion of dragon power was not significant if used to enhance one’s cultivation, but it was highly effective for accumulating dragon power critical hits.

“What about spiritual power?

How many shots can it support?” Suo Lun asked.

“Even more,” Yao Xing said bluntly.

The spiritual power of the priestess from the Heaven Tomb was truly terrifying, almost equivalent to nearly ten Shadow Spider Queens.

After Suo Lun absorbed her spiritual power, the vast majority was used to transform his spiritual talents, raising his spiritual talent to an astonishing 8.7.

However, the remaining spiritual power might not seem much for enhancing talents, but for fighting, it was an immense amount.

And these dragon powers and spiritual power were the capital Suo Lun had for his self-confidence in the competition.

Suo Lun had looked carefully; of the nine people participating in the archery contest this time, one was an intermediate Samurai Archer called Fen Mo!

The remaining seven were basically advanced Samurai Archers, with only Suo Lun barely being at the level of a third-tier Samurai Archer.

…

The person in charge of this archery contest was the Archer Camp Leader of the Silver Wolf Legion, named Yuan Jie.

“Ready,” Yuan Jie called loudly.

Instantly, all nine participants neatly drew their bows and notched their arrows, all wielding 450-jin bows.

Yes, 450-jin bows, which was beyond Suo Lun’s maximum tolerance.

He could not draw them using his own strength, as his arm strength was at most capable of drawing a 300-jin bow.

Being able to draw a 450-jin bow on one’s own strength was already at the level of a sixth-tier Samurai Archer.

Thus, the threshold for this archery contest was a sixth-tier Samurai Archer.

According to his real level, Suo Lun could not even cross the threshold.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly erupted with dragon power, effortlessly drawing a 410-jin bow.

“Whoosh!” The arrow whistled.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish…”

Suddenly, apart from Suo Lun, the other eight Samurai Archers almost shot their arrows as they raised their hands.

For them, aiming for the first arrow in this fixed target shooting didn’t require the use of spiritual power almost at all because they had already locked on the target before even raising their hands.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…” Without exception, all hit the bullseye.

Suo Lun took a deep breath, locked on with his spiritual power, aimed, and shot.

“Swish…” He forcefully shot an arrow, hitting the bullseye.

Though Suo Lun was already quick, completing the process in no more than two seconds, he was the last to shoot.

But his opponents shot almost instantly upon lifting their hands, making it seem he was falling behind right from the start.

The supervising Archer Camp Leader Yuan Jie glanced at Suo Lun, deeming his elimination inevitable in his mind, and he felt quite some regret.

At this time, Suo Lun was disguised as a burly man nearing forty, unlike the rest who were young and handsome.

So to him, it seemed Suo Lun truly wished to join the Silver Wolf Corps, and was not there for Miss Yan Nai’er.

He really wanted Suo Lun to join and become one of his subordinates.

That’s because those young men who came for Miss Yan Nai’er would surely leave once they realize there was no hope of marrying her.

This rough man named Lanling seemed genuinely there for the development of the Silver Wolf Legion.

But the rules had been set in stone from above; out of nine participants, only two would be selected, and he could not defy that.

In Royal City Academy’s final exam, each arrow shot had to be preceded by a whistle, shooting one arrow per whistle.

However, here, there was only one whistle, and then non-stop shooting.

As soon as one shot missed the bullseye, the shooter was immediately eliminated.

Twenty continuous shots counted as one round.

If there was no outcome by the end, a second round would proceed, until seven were eliminated.

…

After hitting the first arrow, Suo Lun released his dragon power, readied his bow and arrow, and prepared to make his second shot.

Just then, there were gasps of astonishment around him, and Suo Lun also stopped to look up.

Then, he witnessed an incredibly sensational scene.

Fen Mo was performing the most astounding Chain Arrows.

“Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish…”

After the first arrow flew, he nearly without pause, shot the second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow…

In total, twenty arrows were shot in less than four seconds.

And all hit the bullseye.

Suo Lun focused his spiritual power and watched in horror as the man’s twenty Chain Arrows in the air almost seemed to form a single straight line.

This was too astonishing.

With such speed, there was virtually no time to aim with spiritual power.