From breaking the limits of archery to achieving martial arts godhood

Outside the cave, everyone instinctively held their breath, afraid of startling the tiger inside.

Chen Hu also looked solemn.

Although he was a martial artist, tigers are known as the kings of the mountains, and their strength is beyond that of ordinary beasts; even he had to be careful when dealing with them.

"Give the order: everyone draw their bows and arrows, and when the tiger appears, shoot it hard."

Chen Hu summoned the captains of the three hunter squads, his voice serious and deep.

"clear."

The three nodded quickly, then returned to their respective teams to assign tasks to their subordinates.

Soon, at that moment, all fifteen hunters simultaneously raised their bows and arrows, aiming them at the cave.

Seeing this, Chen Hu nodded, then said to a martial artist carrying a bundle beside him, "Take the things out."

The martial artist immediately unloaded his bundle, opened it, and took out five spheres wrapped in straw paper.

Chen Hu and his five fellow martial artists each picked up a round ball, took out a tinderbox, and lit it.

Soon, a plume of yellow smoke emerged from it and then rose into the air.

"Throw!" Chen Hu commanded, and five spheres emitting thick yellow smoke were thrown into the cave.

Soon, the cave was filled with thick yellow smoke.

At the same time, a terrifying tiger roar rang out.

Thick yellow smoke suddenly spread out to both sides, and a dark figure smashed through countless plumes of smoke, rushing fiercely outwards.

The dark figure was a magnificent, striped tiger.

"shoot."

The moment the tiger appeared, Chen Hu roared angrily.

The next moment, countless arrows flew out, enveloping the striped tiger.

The tiger tried to dodge, but it was still in the cave. The narrow cave space limited its movement, forcing it to take the volley of arrows head-on.

Most of the arrows hit the tiger, but only pierced its skin before getting stuck in its strong muscles, failing to inflict any effective damage.

However, the tiger suddenly let out an angry scream.

"it is good."

Chen Hu, who had been watching from the sidelines, clenched his fist and waved it excitedly.

He saw that an arrow had pierced one of the tiger's front paws.

The tiger's speed decreased significantly.

But instead of retreating back into the cave, it continued to pounce forward, its tiger eyes filled with madness and bloodlust.

"It's your turn to make a move."

Chen Hu addressed the four martial artists.

"Yes."

The four warriors immediately drew their weapons and went forward to fight the tiger.

The two men drew the tiger's attack from the front, while the other two men circled around and launched a sneak attack from behind.

Tigers are incredibly strong; one swipe of their paw can snap a tree the size of a bowl in half.

The martial artists dared not confront the tiger head-on, so they adopted a strategy of moving around to attract the tiger's attention.

If both of the tiger's claws are intact, it would be quite dangerous for the two martial artists who were drawn into its attack.

Now that the tiger's claw is disabled, the danger has been greatly reduced.

Just as the two martial artists in front had drawn the tiger's attention, the two martial artists who went around to ambush it from behind quickly succeeded.

With a knife and a sword, the two men successfully struck the tiger, inflicting two deep wounds.

Wounded once more, the tiger roared angrily, turned its head, and pounced on the two martial artists who had injured it.

However, in its pursuit of the two martial artists who had injured it, it was the two martial artists who had initially drawn its attention that inflicted two more wounds on it.

The four martial artists worked together so seamlessly that they kept the tiger spinning in circles.

The hunters watching this scene were all mesmerized, their eyes shining.

Many hunters looked regretfully at the tiger blood that had fallen to the ground.

Tigers are valuable from head to toe, while the blood of other wild animals doesn't fetch much money.

But tigers are different; a pound of tiger blood can sell for forty or fifty coins, which is more expensive than wild boar meat.

Gradually, the tiger's roars subsided, and its body began to sway.

This is not only because of excessive blood loss, but also because the yellow smoke it inhaled has begun to take effect.

That yellow smoke isn't just for show; it has a paralyzing effect.

Seeing this, Chen Hu's eyes lit up, and he finally made his move.

A punch, a punch that had been building up for a long time, slammed hard into the tiger's head.

The tiger was knocked to the ground by the punch, its eyes rolling back in its head, demonstrating the immense power of the blow.

But the tiger was still alive and tried to get up.

Another punch landed.

A faint cracking sound was heard, and the tiger's head was smashed open.

This time, the tiger lay down completely, never to rise again; it was dead.

"Lord Chen Hu is mighty!"

The moment the tiger died, Chen Qun immediately came over to congratulate him, saying, "Congratulations, Lord Chen Hu, you killed a tiger with your bare hands."

This time, Chen Hu didn't have a cold face.

He patted Chen Qun on the shoulder with a big smile: "Not bad."

Chen Qun was praised and smiled even more happily than Chen Hu.

Unlike the others, Chen Xun was not immersed in the joy of successfully killing the tiger.

Because he remembered his target this time was two tigers, and he only managed to kill one.

Sure enough, before everyone could celebrate for long, another tiger's roar rang out.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze, followed by a hint of panic.

Chen Hu's smile vanished, and he shouted, "Don't panic, listen to my instructions!"

"Hunter, quickly draw your bow and aim in this direction."

Chen Hu pointed in the direction from which the tiger's roar came.

Upon hearing this, the hunters quickly picked up their bows and arrows again, drew the bowstrings taut, and nervously aimed at the tiger that was rushing towards them, whose shape they could already vaguely make out.

As the tiger rapidly approached, everyone's hearts pounded faster.

When the tiger was within fifty paces of the group, Chen Hu gave the order: "Release it."

The hunters released their grip, and a dozen arrows flew out, enveloping the roaring tiger as it charged.

The tiger's agility, combined with the surrounding trees providing cover, meant that most of the arrows were avoided or blocked.

Only one or two arrows landed on the tiger, but they only caused minor injuries, nothing to worry about.

"Put it down again."

Chen Hu gritted his teeth and said.

Then he pulled out his weapon, a long sword.

When the tiger was within twenty paces of the group, another volley of arrows enveloped it.

Chen Xun, among the hunters, calmly watched the tiger leaping left and right, dodging arrows.

But the arrow in his hand had not yet been shot.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

The tiger's swift speed appeared to him as if it were in slow motion.

The tiger's already enormous size was magnified even further in Chen Xun's eyes.

Chen Xun's target was the tiger's brownish-yellow eyes.

Suddenly, for a moment, the tiger was dazzled by a ray of sunlight filtering through the trees.

Chen Xun quickly captured that instant when the eyes were closed.

"Go!" Chen Xun released the fully drawn hunting bow, and an arrow, enhanced with his special technique, swiftly traversed more than ten paces, accurately striking the tiger's eye in less than 0.5 seconds.

With a "whoosh," the tiger's eyeball was blasted out by the arrow.

A roar, filled with rage and killing intent, erupted instantly.

The tiger went berserk.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xun quickly stepped back several paces, shielding everyone in front of him.

"Excellent archery skills."

Seeing this, Chen Hu was overjoyed.

Then he was subjected to the tiger's frenzied attack.

Each tiger claw came clenching down, each one as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Chen Hu's joy faded, and his expression turned serious as he kept dodging.

The other martial artists quickly surrounded the tiger, leaving numerous wounds on its body.

As a result, the tiger's strength and blood were quickly depleted.

Without Chen Xun's arrow, this tiger wouldn't have been so frantic.

A normal tiger can be much stronger than a frenzied tiger.

Because as long as you can block the first wave of attacks from the Mad Tiger, its stamina will be quickly depleted, and the rest will be easy.

Of course, this applies to martial artists.

For ordinary people, both are equally terrifying.

Finally, the tiger was surrounded and killed by five martial artists.

When Chen Hu removed the arrow stuck in the tiger's eyeball and saw the character "寻" (xún, meaning "to seek") carved on the arrow's tail, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he turned around, raised the arrow in his hand, and asked the group of hunters, "Which of you is named Chen Xun?"

Most hunters had never heard of Chen Xun.

Those who knew Chen Xun, such as Chen Li, suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Xun in disbelief.

Soon, all eyes turned to the young figure standing behind the crowd.