1:172 Disclosure of Daylight (Part I)

The next morning.

"Tomorrow is the duel, Arthur, are you ready?" asked Bedwell, worriedly as he ate his breakfast. Arthur hasn't been prepared for battle for the past few days (only muttering a lot to the dragons that only they can understand), is there really no problem?!

"I thought of a few countermeasures, but I couldn't know how effective it would be until the actual battle. Arthur said disapprenousively, "Anyway, my hole cards have been mastered by the Grand Duke of Grace, so I can only bite the bullet." While Arthur was still saying this, suddenly, a dark shadow shot in from the window, pointing directly at Towell's eyebrows!

Smack! Arthur instantly parried the black shadow with a knife. The thing bounced in mid-air for several seconds, hitting the ground with its sharp tip stuck against the wooden floor. Only then did everyone realize that the black shadow was a pure black arrow. The surface of the arrow even glows purple.

"It may be poisonous, don't touch anyone!" Arthur's mind spun instantly, and he commanded: "Lianyin, protect Tovel with a magic shield." Bedi, Tristan, follow me. "It was too late, and when they saw that the sneak attack could not be achieved, they would have fled long ago. Tristan exclaimed.

"It's not too late," said Arthur, "it depends on how well you do." The fish-man boy knew in his heart that the other party was attacking outside the sensing range of the Lotus Yin Magic Enchantment, that is to say, the location of the other party was at least two hundred feet away—the arrow shot from two hundred feet away! That guy was a master of assassination, and it was inevitable to leave at high speed after one blow. I'm afraid I'm already running away! Arthur still wants to chase after it? This is a fool's dream, right?

Tristan wondered, and rushed out of the house with Arthur and Bedeville. At the same time, Arthur shouted, "Bedi, which direction, be precise!" "Eleven-fifty directions," the werewolf boy immediately cried out as he recognized the smell in the air. The smell of the poisoned arrow formed a line in his sense of smell. On this windless day, the direction of the line is clearly presented.

"Tristan, can you help me shoot a footing like Evan did?" Arthur asked again.

"Never tried. But it is possible to shoot ice arrows that are enough to propel a person. Shoot you in the back, don't blame me for hurting you. Tristan aimed in the direction Bediwell was pointing and prepared to cast his magic.

"Just shoot!" Arthur ran in the direction Bedi had indicated, waiting for Tristan's shot.

"No matter!" Tristan unleashed his magic. He shot a huge ice arrow, and with the magic of orbital acceleration, the ice arrow instantly accelerated to the speed of a bullet, and flew straight in the direction of Arthur. Arthur somersaulted in the air, stepped firmly on the ice arrow, and flew out with the ice arrow.

"It's so convenient, I have to learn it. Tristan said enviously.

The ice arrows that flew out at high speed quickly caught up with the Assassin, who was still running desperately, but he saw that he was about to be overtaken, and immediately turned his head and shot an arrow at Arthur!

"Innocent!" Arthur shattered the ice arrows used as stepping stones with a single sword, and the fragments of the ice arrows were scattered towards the assassin like a scatterball, not only low-firing the assassin's attack, but also raising an ice mist to obscure the opponent's vision.

"Got you!" Arthur had already stepped up behind the assassin and slashed off his feet with a sword. With another sword, cut off the left arm. Zuihou slashes the bowl of his right hand with a sword!

Seeing that he could no longer escape, the fox assassin opened his mouth, intending to bite his tongue and kill himself.

"You think beautifully!" Arthur had already shoved a dozen rags into the foxman's mouth.

Roll and roll. The foxman, who had been cut into a stick, rolled on the ground for some distance before stopping, and Arthur slowly walked over and grabbed the assassin by the hair and hung him up.

"Hey, you're not dead yet, are you?" asked Arthur coldly.

The Fox Assassin had long since lost consciousness due to blood loss.