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Chapter 261 Demon Hunter School, Ye Zhi's Efforts and Sweat
Yeats had a premonition that Knight Colin's wedding would be filled with swords and sabers.

Since there will be rivers of blood, Ye Zhi, the chosen one of the Mist God, will certainly not be missed.

Before that, the 64th round of the duel tournament was about to be held, and Ye Zhi had already learned about his opponent.

Roger Griffin, witcher of the Squirrel School.

The schools of demon hunters are mainly divided into four categories: eagle, wolf, snake, and squirrel.

Each school of demon hunters has its own school, scattered in remote places on the Midgard continent, on isolated islands or cliffs, and only a few lucky ones can enroll and practice.

The history of demon hunters can be traced back to the old era when witchcraft and alchemy flourished.

At that time, the magic network had not yet been born. Demon hunters brewed potions, studied witchcraft, and honed their skills to fight against monsters.

These were a group of professional hunters who lived on the tip of a knife. Rather than believing in gods, they preferred to trust the swords and potions in their hands. Therefore, there were very few demon hunters who served a specific god. Instead, they took [totems] as their spiritual sustenance.

Ye Zhi said: "Zhuanya, the squirrel painted on the totem of the Squirrel School, could it be you?"

Zuanya said with satisfaction: "Although I haven't shown up for a long time, my legend is still circulating on the continent!"

Although he is of a very high generation, Zuanya's combat power is a mystery, and he can only serve as a mascot in many cases.

Ye Zhi pondered, "So, the totems of the Wolf and Snake factions are the Chaos Wolf and the Cosmic Snake?"

"Yes, but these two guys might be dead already."

Zuanya said happily: "Unlike me, I eat and drink well all day long, and there are many good shows to watch. I don't even want to go back to the World Tree!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Being so happy that you don't want to leave.

Each school of demon hunters has their own fighting style.

The demon hunter of the Squirrel School is swift and agile, coming and going like the wind, and is proficient in arrows, crossbows, hidden weapons, and stabbing swords.

"Since he is a follower of the Diamond Tooth, please show some mercy."

Yeats rubbed his chin.

"Let's decide the winner within three moves."

It was midsummer in August, the sun was scorching, and the King's Arena was bustling with people.

There was a gorgeously decorated stand outside the stone fence. The elderly and majestic King Richard of the Golden Lion stood under a canopy held high by his attendants. When he attended, he caused thunderous cheers.

Outside the arena, there was a hustle and bustle of carriages and stalls.

The betting table was packed inside and outside. Not only were there common people placing bets, but nobles also sent their servants to gamble, and shouting was heard one after another.

"The newly crowned Earl Yeats is dueling with the famous Griffin Eye, and the deal is done!"

"So what if he's an earl? Roger has hunted down a king-level two-headed griffin! I bet on Roger to win!"

Roger Griffin was well-known and had been a long-established four-ring demon hunter. He was an expert in archery and had once poured his fighting spirit into a mithril arrow, killing a two-headed griffin with one arrow, which caused a sensation in the Adventurers' Guild of Lundu.

In contrast, for Yeats, the stereotype of the bard as frail and weak is deeply rooted in people's minds.

Even if he was the chosen one, the rules clearly stated that he could not cast music spells during the duel, which was equivalent to cutting off one of his arms. Ye Zhi's defeat was almost certain.

This is the true thought of most aristocrats.

Even though they had sent envoys to congratulate Yeats on his promotion, they secretly hoped to see Yeats make a fool of himself in this duel.

The royal jester, Mormo, was one of the nobles who bet on Yeats’s defeat.

Mormo, wearing a ridiculous bright red tights and exaggerated makeup on her face, looked down at the arena where the wind blew up the sand and gravel, and said jokingly:

“Your Majesty, after winning the poetry festival crown, did Earl Yeats really regard himself as the messenger of the God of Light? Now he even has to participate in the knights’ duel competition. His fragile body can’t withstand it!”

A jester, also known as a court jester, entertains the king with jokes and jokes.

King Richard the Lionheart, wearing a red cloak, put his hands on the railing and said calmly:
"He's not someone you can discuss. Shut your mouth."

Mormo's face suddenly changed, turning pale and then blue, then he smiled ingratiatingly, rubbed his hands and stepped aside.

Colin and Mormo stood side by side, somewhat absent-minded.

Seeing this, Mormo smiled flatteringly:
"I heard that Lord Colin is about to have a wedding, and His Majesty will personally arrange it for you. I am really enviable."

Colin's expression changed, and a heart-wrenching pain flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at Mormo with a cold face, as if he would cut off your tongue if you said another word.

Mormo smiled bitterly.

It's over. I've offended His Majesty and the Royal Knights in one day!
clang--

The ringing of bells echoed in the arena, symbolizing the appearance of the dueling parties.

Applause and cheers suddenly broke out in the venue, and two young knights walked out from the aisles on both sides.

Before the game, a coin toss was used to decide whether the fight would be on horseback or on foot.

The duel between Yeats and Roger Griffin was a foot fight. Both sides were armed with standard longbows, wearing mail armor over their family crest robes, and carrying quivers on their backs and knives on their waists.

Participants can choose from several weapons provided by the organizers: longbow, one-handed sword, two-handed sword, spear... These standard weapons can both bring out the power of fighting spirit without causing fatal injuries.

When Roger Griffin saw Earl Yeats choose the longbow as his weapon, there was something strange in his eyes.

The longbow is not only the representative weapon of the Golden Lion Kingdom, but also the specialty of the Squirrel School demon hunters.

In this unique skill that he was so proud of, Roger would never allow himself to lose to another knight who was also holding a longbow!
Dang Dang Dang——

The bell ringing became more rapid, indicating that the duel officially began!

Suddenly, Roger's eyes became sharp, he drew his bow and put five arrows on it at the same time.

The muscles bulged, the bowstring was stretched taut, curved like a full moon, and five arrows whizzed out with a surge of fighting spirit!

Squirrel School's combat skill: Pentagram Arrow Formation!
"The five arrows may seem unrelated, but they actually form a small magic circle. The arrows' power is superimposed on each other, and the magic circle will explode." Zuan Ya suddenly said, "Just shoot through the center of the formation."

Hearing this, Ye Zhi's eyes focused and the fingertips that were nodding the arrow slightly loosened.

call out--

The arrow cut through the sky and pierced through the center of the pentagram arrow formation!
boom! !

When the arrow array was broken, an explosion occurred and black smoke billowed in the arena.

Amid the rising smoke, the broken arrow shaft fell with a "click".

Roger held a longbow, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

How did he discover the loophole in the arrow formation?
Without even using any combat skills, he was able to defeat the pentagram arrow formation. The spiritual power of Earl Yeats should not be underestimated!
at the same time.

The arena echoed with the audience's exclamations.

To the audience, Roger's fighting skills were amazing.

However, Earl Yeats resolved the attack with just one light arrow!

"It is said that Roger is famous and skilled in archery, and no one can match him in the competition."

'But in this first round of confrontation, Earl Yeats had the upper hand!'

The jester Mormo was moved, and soon broke out in a cold sweat and became worried.

'Oh no, will I lose all my money if I place a big bet?!'

"I didn't expect Yeats to be good at archery." Richard the Lionheart's eyes gleamed. "Colin, what do you think?"

Colin looked down at the arena with a serious expression and nodded, "Your accomplishments are quite impressive."

The words have not yet fallen.

In the venue, Roger had raised a thick mist through the "Mist Spell". His figure was hard to detect in the mist, and the cold arrow flashed out suddenly from the mist!
Combat skill: Blinding arrow!

"The cold arrows are coated with poison, which can blind the enemy. Even if they open their eyes, they cannot see me. This is also a trick I invented!" Zuanya said proudly.

Ye Zhi took the time to complain: "I can see that everyone in your Squirrel School has unique skills!"

With the guidance of the "ancestor" Zuanya, Roger's archery skills were full of loopholes in Ye Zhi's eyes. He used the sharp arrow shot by "Talent·A Hundred Steps Through the Willow" to strike back and break Roger's blinding arrow!

In the fog, Roger's face suddenly changed. How could this be possible? He seemed to know the weaknesses of all my fighting skills!
Relying on his advantage of swift action, Roger quickly shifted his front in the fog, anxiously thinking about countermeasures.

At the same time, Ye Zhi drew his bow like a full moon, summoned the murderous hunting divinity in his body, and shot it towards the sky!

Blessing: Thousands of arrows are fired at once!

The arrows rose high into the sky and seemed to split, turning into a rain of arrows that covered the sky!
The rain of arrows was like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, casting shadows on the faces of the audience looking up, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock!

shhhhh--

The rain of arrows was as overwhelming as a plague of locusts, which was so terrifying that even King Richard the Lionheart was moved.

"Good archery!" Richard praised.

"This has gone beyond the scope of combat skills." Colin frowned slightly, "It must be a blessing in the field of archery!"

No matter how thick the fog was, no matter how it obscured Roger's figure, the arrow formation had blocked all his advances and retreats!

Roger looked up, his mouth open, his eyes glazed over.

"The Pentagram Arrow Formation can only fire five arrows at once, but what kind of archery skills does Earl Yeats have? ! "As a last resort, Roger had to hold up his body-protecting fighting spirit and fight against the rain of arrows with all his might!

Roger could handle one arrow with ease, and he could still face ten arrows calmly, but ten thousand arrows fired at the same time - the number was too terrifying, and there was no way to resist!

Roger felt that he could hardly breathe and fled out of the venue in a panic. While declaring that he had given up, he felt his eyes go dark and he staggered a few steps before he stopped feeling dizzy!

The place was dead silent.

The audience was stunned.

No one could have imagined that Earl Yeats could defeat Roger with his archery skills that he was proud of!

King Richard the Lionheart nodded with satisfaction and was the first to applaud, and the ministers also smiled.

The jester Mormo's smile is uglier than crying.

A few moments.

The audience just came to their senses and gave warm and excited applause!

Yeats was about to leave when Roger, wearing a feather hat and cowboy clothes, walked over quickly and said with a burning look in his eyes:

"I want to know if you have any talent in archery? That move just now was too amazing!"

Are you kidding? How could the talents related to the God of Light be revealed casually?

Yeats said: "There is no talent, only hard work and sweat!"

*
Night falls.

South Bank Tavern, London.

Bards played accordions, waiters poured beer from taps in large oak barrels, and the air was filled with a mixture of leather and tobacco, cheap perfume, and sweat.

The hot woman with short black hair had a fair complexion and a teardrop mole under her eyelids, which could only be seen as a snake scale if you looked closely. She sat cross-legged on the chair, her hands on the back of the chair, and glanced lazily at the white-haired man beside her:

"Jero, where's Roger? Why can't I see him?"

The white-haired man had a scar on his face, with cold edges and clear contours. He was concentrating on stacking a gold coin on top of another and said casually:

"Training at the shooting range."

"Training?" The black-haired woman asked in surprise, "Hasn't his game already ended?"

"Yes, I lost to Earl Yeats, and then I was stimulated by the Earl."

The white-haired man picked up the gold coin, blew it hard, put it to his ear to listen to the echo, and said lightly:
"Roger came back and said that he saw only hard work and sweat from the Earl, and he also had to work harder."

The black-haired woman was speechless: "He also believes such words?"

"I also watched his duel with Yeats."

Amid the increasingly rapid breathing of the three big men at the next table, the white-haired man piled all the gold coins on the table into his purse and said calmly:

"Earl Yeats's strength...is not inferior to mine."

The black-haired woman was shocked: "How is this possible? You have already touched the will, but how old is the count?"

"Whether it's true or not, we'll know in the finals."

The white-haired man smiled, "And now, we have to deal with the trouble at hand."

Three big men were already standing behind the white-haired man. The one-eyed man in the lead patted his shoulder with his big hand and said in a rough voice:

"Friend, we have a business to discuss with you."

The black-haired woman leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretching her curves without any scruples, and looked at the three big men with amusement:

"You three, do you know who he is?"

"Does it matter?" The one-eyed man licked his lips.

"Among the demon hunters of the Wolf School, there is one who killed his mentor with his own hands, and even fought his way out of the encirclement of many demon hunters. His nickname is [Lone Wolf]..."

The black-haired woman was picking her nails and said nonchalantly, "By the way, do you have money?"

"Demon Hunter? Who are you trying to scare?" The one-eyed dragon grinned, "Money is something you can get if you rob it!"

"What a shame."

The white-haired man placed one hand on the back of the hand that was pressing on his shoulder and said calmly:
"It's a pity that you don't have money, otherwise, we can still discuss it."

The one-eyed man's eye suddenly widened.

He just felt like he was losing control of his body.

The object weighing more than 200 kilograms flew up directly and was thrown over the shoulder by the white-haired man. With a "bang", the table broke into two pieces, the pots and pans broke, and the wine glasses clanged!

The noisy pub suddenly became dead silent.

Swish!
Seven or eight figures suddenly stood up in the tavern, all of them were tattooed strong men, glaring at the white-haired man.

"Does your companion have a ransom?" Jello rested his head on the chair and looked down at the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed dragon was furious and was about to speak when a pair of leather shoes stepped down and landed on his face.

"I don't even need to ask. They don't even have clothes on. It seems like they are a bunch of poor people like me."

Jello looked around at everyone present and said, "I don't need soul power, you guys can come together."

"Looking for death!" The strong men swarmed forward.

The black-haired woman whistled, and suddenly raised her leg high, kicking the sturdy man's chin, her knife-like leather boots kicking his face full of blood. Then, like a spirit snake, she used her arm to lock the neck of another sturdy man, and there was a crisp sound of "bang".

Someone in the tavern shouted in a terrified voice:
"Stop fighting. I've seen this woman in the Adventurer's Guild. She's a demon hunter from the Snake Faction!"

Everyone's eyes were full of vigilance and fear. The black-haired woman covered her face and sighed:
"That's why I hate being famous. I can't even have a fight."

"You will duel with Earl Yeats tomorrow, and you will have fun soon." Jello bent down and picked up the purse.

The brunette rolled her eyes.

"I'm not like Roger, who lost before he even made it three rounds!"

*
Eva broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, she was standing in the venue of the arena, confronting Yeats Brontë.

The bold words I said to Jello yesterday are still ringing in my ears.

However, Eva found that she had greatly underestimated Yeats's strength!

For example, the Unicorn Spear he summoned at this moment was flashing with a sharp silver-white light, and the burning moonlight fighting spirit was actually at the peak level of the fourth ring, which was far beyond his ability to contend with!
"Hey, hey, how can you cast Blessing right at the beginning?"

The black-haired woman smiled bitterly and said, "Shouldn't we fight back and forth for a while, and then use our trump card to finish it off?"

"Blessing?"

Ye Zhi glanced at the Unicorn Lance floating beside him: "It's just a small spell."

Eva: "...Even if you are handsome, you can't lie."

"You are not from the Squirrel School, so you are on your own."

Before he finished speaking, the unicorn spear, with a mighty force that could penetrate a city wall, cut through the field with shining light!

Eva's expression suddenly changed.

What did he mean by that? Did he show mercy against Roger yesterday?
Oh no! Eva was alert to Dasheng... I don't think I can handle this!
The snake-faction demon hunters are good at close combat, but Ye Zhi doesn’t give them any chance to get close!
The unicorn spear came towards her, Eva gritted her teeth and flashed quickly.

However, she was horrified to find that this unicorn spear actually had its own tracking function and would keep chasing her!

Seeing this, Ye Zhi threw a flash of light at Eva.

Eva closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly felt a dazzling white light all around her, which made her eyes hurt!
While she was dizzy, the unicorn spear hit her with a loud bang!
Boom!
An explosion was heard and a figure fell out from the black smoke.

Eva fell to the ground, covered in dust. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Yeats deeply.

The look was quite complicated, showing dissatisfaction, appreciation, and even some regret.

Eva regretted that she had spoken too early.

I have only just entered the fourth ring, and under Ye Zhi's hands... I can't even last one round!

In the audience, the white-haired man folded his arms with a deep look in his eyes.

Count Yeats's Unicorn Spear is not an ordinary fighting skill, but should be blessed by the "Silver Unicorn".

Just like the power of the Fierce Lion Slash, which is far greater than the Golden Lion Slash, this powerful fighting skill is enough to make Jello excited.

"It seems that if we want to obtain the Fierce Lion Slash, Earl Yeats is the opponent we must defeat." Jello rubbed his chin.

On the field, Eva sighed.

If we continue to fight, it will only increase the injuries and there is no cost-effectiveness.

"I... give up." Eva said in a troubled tone.

Ye Zhi: “…”

It's fancy, but it's killed in one shot!
(End of this chapter)