As the minutes passed, everyone watching the battle strangely noticed that Julian's speed was inexplicably faster.

It's not that he's faster, it's that Alexander on the other side is getting slower and slower, and his hands are already shaking.

He also found that Julian's progress was gradually catching up, and although there were still some gaps, it was not as obvious as it was in the middle game.

He wanted to speed up, but the drastic drop in physical strength and the severe pain in his hands made him unable to do so, so he could only keep an eye on Julian's progress while gritting his teeth and insisting on wielding the giant axe.

And many spectators on the sidelines, especially many young girls, began to cheer for Julian, who was still very protective of his chubby baby face, which provoked Alexander to almost accidentally break the handle of the axe.

Finally, in the midst of the uneasiness of being chased, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped and cut off the last small section of the trunk with his hands numb.

Then the axe in his hand came out of his hand, and when he sat on the ground with his butt so tired, he heard a cheer, and Julian on the other side finished his game, and the two sides were separated by less than five breaths.

"Alas!"

In addition to cheering and celebrating Alexander, there were more sighs of regret on the sidelines, which was really almost, and almost eighty percent of the people were cheering for Julian's comeback at the last moment.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the later Alexander is already at the end of his crossbow, and he can only lift the axe after a long time.

If it weren't for the trunk being so thick, even a few centimeters thicker.

If Julian is a Tomahawk-skilled warrior, even if he enters the state a little earlier.

Even if Julian wasn't wearing that somewhat heavy and obstructive set of armor, even if he took off his arm sleeves.

I'm afraid that the result of today's game will be a shocking reversal, which is really a pity.

It's a pity that defeat is defeat, and Philip can't argue with that, he is already very proud of his friend's performance.

Julian placed the axe next to the trunk, shook his head, and walked over to hug his opponent, congratulating him.

And Alexander hugged him warmly, he won anyway, and this is a respectable opponent, as a warrior of the mountains, he will not skimp on his praise.

Julian gave Philip an apologetic smile when he came off the court, but Philip hammered him on the chest and joked, "I hope you still have the strength to deal with those enthusiastic girls tonight, I see that some of them are eager to eat you, what a powerful staying power, huh." ”

This made old Ivan laugh and handed Julian a large glass of spirits, while Miss Ave took a sip and rolled her eyes.

One game and one loss, the situation is not optimistic, which shows that in the next two games, Philip and Duke need to win.

In the second battle, Duke played, respecting his wishes, and tested his archery.

On the sidelines, Philip began to move his body and warm up for the next game.

Compared with Julian, he is too confident in Duke, who grew up together, and if he competes in other sports, he may have to worry about it, but the competition is archery, which is not difficult for Duke, who is seriously biased.

You must know that in the just-concluded Kent Cup competition, Duke was the champion of the archery individual competition, and he deserved it, and there was no suspense.

In all three parts of the game, Duke won all of them with perfect scores, which stunned countless colleges.

It's just a pity that this year's Green Tree Vine did not participate in the Awakened Person, and Philip could not participate again as an Awakened Person due to the restrictions of the regulations, so in the end, the Green Tree Vine ran into the Royal Academy narrowly and unfortunately stopped in the quarterfinals.

The rules of the game at hand are also very simple, in the dark of the night, with the help of jumping fire, shoot the ten wooden blocks on the wooden frame at a distance of 300 meters, and whoever takes the shortest time wins.

It may not be difficult to shoot, but these wooden blocks are also made of the trunk of the four-colored birch, which has a certain weight in itself.

This requires the shooter to be not only accurate, but also to have the strength of the wooden arrows at this distance in order to be able to knock the wooden blocks off the wooden frame.

Duke asked Chand for a second-class bow, and his opponents, or for most of the Alpine Wards, all used homemade wooden bows that rivaled ordinary longbows in length and strength.

His opponent's name was Andre, the best young hunter in the Cangyan tribe, of medium stature, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, reminiscent of the eyes of an eagle.

Judging from the momentum of his gestures, Philip judged that this was a very strong opponent, because he gave people a very similar feeling to Chuck back then.

Sure enough, his archery skills were fast and accurate, and the wooden bow made of alpine rock vines seemed to have life in his hand, and the sound of the bowstring exploding seemed to be connected, but in a dozen breaths, ten wooden blocks were shot down by him, winning the applause of the whole house.

But Duke was not weak, the same ten blocks, the last block fell almost at the same time as the opponent's target, and the two sides fought a draw in the first round.

This made Andre's eyes tighten, but he noticed that Duke was loosening the strings after him every time, which meant that Duke's wooden arrows were flying faster in the air than him.

His arrows are higher, with a larger arc, and somewhat borrow some gravitational potential energy, while Duke's arrows are much straighter, almost a straight line, which shows that the force on the latter's wooden arrows is greater than his when the weight of the wooden arrows is equal.

Is it the bow? He didn't know.

But it was pointless, he had already judged that Duke, like him, was a natural hunter, and that this kind of show-like competition was too childish for them, which stirred up some arrogance in the hearts of both teenagers.

So, at the behest of both of them, it was just a warm-up before a real game.

In the second round, the way they played changed, it became more direct and dangerous.

In addition to the large area of cleared land that had been leveled around, there were also many small hills, and the two selected two hills about 200 meters apart, each with ten wooden arrows with arrows removed, and shot each other to divide the victory and defeat.

The head of the shaft of the arrow is plastered with white paint, and whoever has fewer white spots on the body after ten arrows will be the winner.

At night, the mountains and forests are pitch black, and even if there is a fire not far away, it makes the place feel even darker.

Both teenagers are now real hunters, and they are also the prey of their rivals, playing a game of hide and seek in the dark.

Hiding behind a large tree, André struggles to distinguish with his ears any movement from the opposite side, and as a true hunter, he requires exceptional ear power in addition to keen eyesight.

And for him who grew up in the mountains and forests, everything around him is so familiar that he can even tell where his prey is hiding from the slight shaking of a branch or the subtle sound of a dead leaf being stepped on, which is his natural home turf.

Suddenly, there was a very soft clicking sound in his ears, which was the sound of the body walking and inadvertently breaking small branches, mixed with the rustling of the wind blowing through the trees, but he heard it.

He quickly dodged out from behind the tree, and shot an arrow at the place.

The wooden arrow disappeared into the darkness, and André sensed that something was wrong, as he did not hear any clashing or rubbing sounds, and he hurriedly retreated behind the trunk of another tree.

It's not scientific, because even if you don't hit the target, there is a sound of an arrow hitting something, but this time it's as if the arrow disappeared into thin air.

Then he heard the subtle clicking sound again, and this time much closer.

Want to close the distance, Andrei sneered and fired two arrows at it again.

These two arrows are very particular, and they are his unique skills, although they are placed on the bowstring at the same time and shot together, but the angle is adjusted through the subtle movements of the fingers.

Not only can it arrive at the same time as the first arrow, but it also locks on the possible trajectory of the target.

Sure enough, this time he heard the familiar collision sound, the opponent was hit by an arrow, and it was the second arrow that made a contribution.

But again, the first arrow was still silently lost.

André sensed that something was wrong, and this was a tough opponent, unlike any he'd ever faced before.

Before he could retreat to the trunk, he saw a fleeting gray shadow fly to his chest.

He barely had time to jerk backwards when he heard the wooden arrow thrust into the trunk of the tree in front of him, making a muffled sound.

Andre looked at the still trembling tail of the arrow and was shocked, it was not difficult for his opponent to lock his position through the sound of the bowstring, but the difficulty was that he did not hear the vibration of the opponent's bowstring exploding, he did not know how the young man named Duke did it.

But his dodging movements were too violent, crushing the countless dead grass under him, and before he could roll and dodge, he felt his shoulder hit hard, and the pain was severe.

Damn, it was just an inch away from hitting him in the neck, and even a headless wooden arrow was strong enough to pierce his skin and into his muscles.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little envious of the opponent on the other side, who was wrapped in hard armor.

Duke on another hill glanced at the figure that had disappeared into the darkness and moved his position in silence.

Compared with his familiarity with this mountain forest and his sensitivity to all kinds of wind and grass, he knew that he was definitely not Andrei's opponent, and he was more like a flower growing up in a greenhouse than his opponent.

It's a standard killing machine on the battlefield, not a qualified hunter in the jungle.

However, this did not prevent him from gaining the upper hand in this nighttime competition, because he was born with excellent night vision, although it could not be compared to daytime, but even without the help of the little fire in the distance, only with the hazy moonlight in the sky, he could accurately see his opponent's every move at this distance.

Rebellious? Perhaps.

He was deeply impressed by the experience of being crushed in an abandoned mine as a child, and apart from Jasmine's howling and Philip's bravery, the biggest gain was that he found that he could barely see the entire structure of the mine even in the pitch-black mine where he couldn't see his fingers.

On this point, Philip naturally knows that according to him, how his eyes collect visual signals in this unscientific, completely invisible environment has not been understood until now.

It can only be roughly judged that Duke's eyes can absorb the radiation light waves slowly released by all objects in the dark night, which are invisible to ordinary people, but they are enough for Duke.

But this did not prevent the young Duke from often exercising his talent in the dark if he had obtained a treasure.

Unlike Philip, who came from a noble background, he was raised to discover even any of his own insignificant talents.

Over time, as he grew older, his ability improved considerably.

Coupled with his tall and sturdy, long hands and feet figure and not weak strength, even if he does not awaken, he is enough to become a veritable night killer, so in several night battles after entering the mountain, his killing efficiency has always ranked in the top three of the entire team, and even those awakened warriors were surprised.

This ability is also helpful during the day, according to Duke, he sees the world in a different way than ordinary people, it is more three-dimensional, and his judgment of distance and distance and space is very accurate.

To this end, Philip not only asked Edward to teach him carefully, but also turned to his father Matthew to train Duke in the bow and arrow mastery.

As a result, Matthew was so fond of Duke that he was dismissive of his own son Philip's archery skills, and kicked him out every time he instructed, although Ward's translation was slightly different, but the general meaning was that rotten wood could not be carved, and that's it.

Philip himself knows that although his eyesight is also good, as a ranged killer, he is not as calm as Duke, according to his character, he will never silently hold on to a place for hours in order to shoot a prey, and at the same time, his too rebellious talent also makes him not spend too much energy on archery.

Off topic, let's go back to the competition between Duke and Andre.

Andre is definitely a difficult opponent, and Duke is well aware that the opponent is like a panther cruising in the jungle, mysterious and dangerous.

So he is now learning, imitating Andrei's movements, learning how to use his surroundings to cover himself, learning to capture the information he wants by relying on his ears in addition to his eyes.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Andre and Duke each fired six arrows, and each hit two arrows against the other, temporarily in equilibrium.

But Andrei was in a bad mood, his opponent was growing too fast, and he hadn't received any useful information since three minutes ago, as if the man had disappeared into the forest on the other side.

And he himself did not dare to show his head, because he doubted that his opponent could see him clearly, otherwise he would not be able to explain the arrow in his chest just now.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling softly, Andrei jumped up from the trunk of the tree where he was hiding in a leopard jump, and squatted behind a boulder under the cover of several large trees.

It was the kind of silent bow and arrow that chased his figure and shot into the grass, so that he couldn't find the other party's position according to the arrow path in a hurry.

Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a chill on his body, and the shooter's intuition made him subconsciously lie on the ground.

There was a crisp snap, and the shaft of the wooden arrow smashed into two pieces on the hard stone.

Andre broke out in a cold sweat, judging from the strength of this arrow, this kid was nearby, and he crossed such a long distance that he didn't even hear a sound.

Before he had time to think too much, Andrei rolled several times in a row behind another large tree, his fingers holding the wooden arrow on the string, and he gasped violently.

The good news is that his opponent only has two wooden arrows left, and the bad news is that he can't find any trace of his opponent at all.

Suddenly, he had an idea, put his ear as close to the ground as possible, and sure enough, this time he caught you.

I saw him pick up a stone, flick his wrist lightly, and throw it into the top of the slope not far away.

Then aim at the direction you judged before, and raise your hand to be an arrow.

Duke hadn't even noticed that the heavy armor on his body had betrayed him, and as the distance closed, the slightest tremor of the ground was a conspicuous target for the experienced hunter.

He caught the sound of rocks crashing into the grass, but he only made a gesture of lifting himself and quickly realizing the danger and retreating.

But this was exactly what Andrei wanted, and the wooden arrow flew with a sharp whistling.

In a hurry, Duke stumbled the wooden arrow with his bow and quickly moved towards the top of the woods.

But Andre, who had finally found his position, was willing to rely on the advantage of one more arrow than Duke, and shot after his figure.

At this time, the two were already very close, and there was no way to forcibly dodge the wooden arrows that were close at hand, and the trajectory was almost the same, so Duke had no choice but to turn around and confront the other party head-on.

In the first arrow, André shot Duke in the soft armor of the waist, and Duke shot him in the left shoulder.

In the second arrow, Andre's wooden arrow collided with Duke's wooden arrow in the air, each shattering into two pieces.

The third arrow, André's last, confidently loosened the string and waited for victory to come, but the wooden arrow was accurately intercepted in the air by Duke's wooden arrow.

Wait, where did he get the wooden arrow, did he pick it up?

Although there is no explicit rule that this cannot be done, in such a tense duel, who will have the time and energy to take a huge risk to find the wooden arrow that does not know where it fell.

Before he could figure it out, he suddenly found another black shadow silently coming to his chest with a subtle sound of breaking through the air under the cover of the previous arrow.

Turner's, another one!

The violent impact made him fall to the ground in pain, his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and his face turned red.

It wasn't until he finally exhaled the sullen breath that he realized that Duke had come to his side and reached out to him: "Are you okay?"

Andrei looked at the big hand, smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out to hold it, was pulled up from the ground, and then the two walked side by side towards the center of the banquet.

"Where did you get your extra arrows?" asked Andrei curiously.

Duke, still with the same dead face, reached out and made a gesture, and replied, "Take it." ”

......

Andrei finally knew where the first two arrows he had quietly lost had gone, and that was when the distance between the two was at its farthest.