It was silent, and everyone was holding their breath for the moment when the whistle blew. If anyone www.biquge.info pay attention to the surroundings at this time, they will find that the villagers' reaction is as if they are waiting for a trial. Some people are subconsciously pinching their arms despite their blank expressions, while others are clearly painted on their faces with their emotions – worry, nervousness, excitement.

Diredo belongs to the second type of person who is emotionally exposed, but he has a unique look of remorse on his face. He stood clinging to the giant net, the five fingers of one hand piercing the gap in the rattan net, as if ready to tear open the obstacle in front of him. Before his eyes, Ola and Implens had already put their arrows on the bowstring.

The attention of the two shooters is all on each other, as if the whole world is left with each other. The two also behaved surprisingly consistently, but their eyes were slightly different. Ola's eyes were still as clear as the sky, while Implens squinted slightly, as if judging what kind of prey Ora was.

The whistle blew at this time, almost at the moment when the whistle fell, there were two alternating arrows breaking through the air on the field, and Dildedo blinked subconsciously, and when he looked at Ola again, he found that the girl quickly drew a second arrow from her quiver, she raised her bow slightly, but she was not busy shooting the arrow at Implens, until the sound of loose strings sounded on the other side, and the arrow pinched on Ola's fingertips flew out.

This time, Diledo didn't have time to blink, but he didn't notice anything except the strange collision sound he heard after the two released the arrows. Could it be that these two are empty slingshot strings?

As the sound of arrows breaking through the air and the subsequent collision sounded again, the sharp-eyed villager pointed to the clearing between the two archers, only to see that there were six more arrows on the ground at some point, and the two arrows were biting each other. It was only then that Diledo realized that Ola was only passively intercepting Implens' attack. Now, he was finally convinced that Ola had amazing archery skills, but that was too desperate! And her approach of only defending and not attacking seemed to Implens to be as provocative as the unuttered "You are going to hit me".

Sure enough, Implens's face showed an angry expression, and he suddenly grabbed three arrows from his quiver, and then used the same method he had used to shoot live at Ora three times in a row. Ola, who originally just wanted to deal with the arrows, didn't expect the good end of you to come and go actually murderous, she only pulled out two arrows in a hurry, this double arrow at the same time, Ola immediately leaned down, Implens's third arrow grazed her raised hair and flew out, and Ola put three arrows on the string when she got up again.

With a series of collisions, six arrows fell from the sky biting each other, and many villagers watching the battle from behind subconsciously opened their mouths, and Diredo was even more shocked into a cold sweat, while Implens, who was originally angered by Ola, exhaled. The three consecutive shots of two rounds seemed to consume his anger, and he didn't ignore Ola's hasty shooting just now. Imprens had to admit that the girl in front of him was far calmer than him, and her archery skills were probably one point more accurate than herself, but there was one point that Ola was not as good as him, that is, the speed of firing the bow was not fast enough!

Implens drew three more arrows from his quiver, and the ensuing confrontation was almost entirely a clash of six arrows. For a moment, all that remained on the field was the sound of bowstrings tightening, arrows breaking through the air, and arrows biting each other to the ground. Those voices may sound heart-wrenching at first, but the more you listen to them, the more you listen to them, the more your heart becomes numb. Just when Diledo thought that he would no longer be disturbed by these noises, he suddenly noticed that the arrows that had fallen to the ground were moving in the direction of Ola.

"How so?!"

Diledo's gaze kept wandering between the two shooters. Suddenly, he held his breath as if sensing something, only to hear the sound of arrows leaving the string one after the other.

"Implens wants to crush Ola with the speed of his bow!" Diledo clenched his fists.

Not only Di Ledo, but also many villagers who were also following the competition with him also noticed the subtle changes on the field. The hearts of the people couldn't help but pinch up, of course the villagers hoped that Implens would win, but for some reason, they didn't want to see Ola injured or even killed by an arrow. The girl's archery skills were so good, and she was so petite and quiet, what a pity it would be if she was unfortunate enough to die.

But to everyone's surprise, Implens, who looked like he had won the game, frowned tightly. Others may not have noticed, but he himself knew that there were not many arrows left in his hand......

When there were only three arrows left, Impreance unleashed his final triple shot, one of which flew diagonally upwards with great inaccuracy. However, to Implens's amusement, Ora actually took all three arrows down, including the one that couldn't touch her at all. With such a reaction, he knew that the girl in front of him was either stupider than him or too obsessed. In this way, Ola is unwilling to take the lead in the duel, and even the arrows he shoots are also out of obsession rather than provocation?

Inprens suddenly untied the quiver from his waist, and then he made a downward tilting motion with one hand to show the villagers who were watching the contest that he had run out of ammunition. But Implens, who threw away the quiver, did not leave his white circle, and he just stood in place with his fate. For a while, Ola, who still had an arrow in his quiver, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Faced with this unexpected situation, Ola hesitated for a while. Little did she know that one of the arrows she had left behind in her haste would become the decisive thing in the future, and this arrow would now put her on the cusp. Ora knew that if she pretended to concede a draw, she would trample on the self-esteem of Implens and the entire village of Night Stalkers, and if she did not hesitate to win, she would also disgrace a people who valued archery. What should she do?

There was silence again, and the air seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, the sound of Broken Star Arrows rang out on the field. Listen to the elf shout loudly in the lingua franca with a small tongue: "Ora, win with the arrow that belongs to you, the arrow that proves that you belong here!"

"The arrow that belongs to me?" Aura reached for the quiver beside her in bewilderment, and a palpitating familiarity widened her eyes as her right hand touched the feather. The last arrow left in the quiver was very different from the one she had shot before, this one was short, so short that it almost sank into the quiver, and its feathers were deliberately trimmed into an arc.

When Aura pulled the arrow out of the quiver, her suspicion became a reality, it was an arrow with inscriptions on the body and a hole in the arrow - the cry of the nightingale!