Chapter 963: I Admit That I’ve Underestimated Him!

Translator: Lordbluefire

At high altitudes with powerful gusts of wind, the skill of an archer would truly be tested. This aboriginal was a great archer.

However, before he could fire again, Little Silver already charged forward with Sun Mo on it, brushing past the aboriginal with lightning speed.

Woosh~

Sun Mo didn’t slash out with his sword. He simply held the sword toward the side and brush against the aboriginal’s neck.

Swish~ Swish~

Arrows blasted down from above.

Little Silver then flew far away. At this moment, the aboriginal’s head twisted to the side and fell off. Fresh blood then spurted out like a fountain.

“I feel like a knight during medieval times, fighting my opponents while riding on a war horse!”

Sun Mo self-mockingly spoke.

It was an attempt to alleviate his emotions. After all, something like killing wasn’t exactly comfortable.

Little Silver seemed to like this battle strategy a lot. After arcing around, it flew straight toward the beanstalk and was preparing for the next clash.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

Sun Mo hurriedly called out.

(My heavens, these aboriginals have bows too. If you charged at them head-on, wouldn’t I die even quicker?)

Sun Mo also had a bow on his back that he had snatched from one of his targets. However, the distance had been too close before and he had had no time to fire any arrows. However, things were different now, he could fire at will.

“But I don’t believe these aboriginals would have archery skills better than mine!”

Sun Mo wasn’t in a hurry and slowly moved into position with his bow, intentionally causing the psychological pressure on his opponent to mount.

The aboriginals cried out loudly. It was unknown whether they were cursing at him or warning their comrades. In an case, their guts were truly big.

Upon seeing Sun Mo notching the arrows, they didn’t evade and started to aim and fire at him.

Swish~ Swish~ Swish~

Although the wind was powerful and would affect accuracy immensely, the green-skinned aboriginals were all skilled in hunting since they were young. There was no need for them to try out any shots. They would roughly know how much energy to apply in advance the moment they saw the deviation degree from the arrows of their comrades.

It was a pity that Little Silver was out of their firing range and they could do nothing.

“Brother Lin, what should we do?”

“The ancestors above, this fellow actually has a cloud?”

“What should we do? We would die if this continues!”

The aboriginals cried out. A hint of nervousness and fear appeared on their faces. There was even one who started to head down the beanstalk, wanting to get out of this situation.

“Chase him!”

Sun Mo immediately instructed.

Swish~

The eight-gate cloud moved with lightning speed, leaving a trail behind as it swooped downward.

Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!

The fleeing aboriginal shot an arrow, but because he was descending downward rapidly from the beanstalk and wasn’t on flat ground, his accuracy was very bad. Also, when he saw Sun Mo moving closer and closer, he grew increasingly anxious.

All of a sudden, his other hand feeding the arrows stopped in mid-air.

The arrows were used up.

“Bye bye!”

As Sun Mo spoke, he fired a shot.

Pu!

The arrow was like a flying flower and easily pierced through the head of the aboriginal, nailing it to the beanstalk. After that, Sun Mo sat on Little Silver and soared upward leisurely.

The aboriginals no longer spoke; despair appeared on their faces.

Mu Qianlin felt his scalp turning numb when he saw this.

This human actually had a flying cloud?

And why was its flying speed so quick?

In the tribe, Mu Qianlin was a godly archer ranked among the top five. He could close his eyes and still hit a flying bird. Hence, before he was climbing up, he already considered this.

Even if Sun Mo had a flying bird as a mount, he wasn’t afraid because he could kill the bird. However, the speed of this cloud was just too quick.

This was an existence that surpassed the scope of Mu Qianlin’s knowledge.

(Shooting at a cloud?)

(Wasn’t this talking nonsense?)

Naturally, the most terrifying thing wasn’t this point. Why was the archery skill of this human so good?

Mu Qianlin had considered what he would do if Sun Mo really had a flying mount.

If he couldn’t hit Sun Mo, he would summon his subordinates and retreat. In any case, they all had long-range weapons and Sun Mo wouldn’t dare to go near them even if he could fly. But now, his plan had to be scrapped.

“Brother Lin, what should we do?”

The aboriginals were anxious.

“…”

Mu Qianlin fell silent. (What can I do? I’m also in despair! Your archery skills are so good, but why were you not carrying a bow at the start? You are clearly a wolf with a big bushy tail pretending to be a squirrel! If I saw you carrying a bow, I would definitely cautiously consider my own actions and plan out another strategy.)

Ai!

This couldn’t be blamed on him being careless. He could only blame his enemy for being too scheming!

Just as Mu Qianlin was distracted, another aboriginal was killed. That aboriginal didn’t even have time to scream and directly fell from the beanstalk.

Sun Mo’s arrow had pierced his throat. Such accuracy was frightening to the max. That aboriginal naturally had no way to scream.

“Wait for him to come closer before we shoot at him together!”

Mu Qianlin gave the command.

The aboriginals quickly steadied their positions and were prepared to focus fire.

Sun Mo drew closer!

“Fire!”

Yet, Mu Qianlin didn’t attack personally. He wanted to wait for Sun Mo to dodge the arrows before he did so.

Swish~

The volley of arrows shot forth with thunderous might. Clearly, they were fired using a cultivation art.

As expected, when the arrows flew toward Sun Mo, they suddenly exploded and became several tens of spirit arrows that engulfed him.

“Ah!”

Sun Mo screamed in agony and fell off the cloud.

“He’s dead!”

The aboriginals cheered.

”I’m the strongest hunter in the Greenhaze Tribe.”

Mu Qianlin’s lips were curled into a smile, and he looked at the cloud. This was a good item, how should he subdue it?

His eyes were filled with a possessive desire.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A wave of arrows shot up from below, whistling through the wind, nailing into the aboriginals.

“Careful, he didn’t…die!”

Before an aboriginal could finish shouting, he was already shot to death.

“Hide!”

Mu Qianlin roared loudly and swiftly hid behind the beanstalk. At this instant, the fine hairs on his body all stood up as he trembled involuntarily.

This human was too cunning.

He had pretended to be shot so they would relax their vigilance, and then he had taken the opportunity to sneak attack them.

Very soon, Little Silver caught up to the falling Sun Mo. After fetching him, it continued to soar upward.

“Yo, are you guys very disappointed because I didn’t die?”

Sun Mo ridiculed them.

There were five more aboriginals remaining. They were abused and ravaged so badly that they had no temper left.

“Let me say another thing in passing. I feigned death not to sneak attack you guys, it was purely to tease you all.”

Sun Mo revealed a warm and amiable smile that showed eight of his pearly whites to Mu Qianlin. “How about it? Are you very angry?”

“Go to hell!”

Mu Qianlin roared. He shot out a cluster of arrows that were akin to shooting stars.

Swish~

Without needing Sun Mo’s command, Little Silver brought Sun Mo along and flew far away.

“Brother Lin, quickly think of a solution!”

“Isn’t the archery skill of that fellow a little too powerful? He is almost at Brother Lin’s level.”

After hearing the conversation between two of his tribesmen, Mu Qianlin who was extremely egotistical and arrogant felt very enraged. (My standard is within the top five while he is merely within the top twenty!)

(Alright, I admit that I’ve underestimated him. Maybe his archery skills can be ranked within the top ten!)

Just when this thought appeared in his mind, an arrow blasted over. It was clearly aimed at the aboriginal on the left, but in the end, it suddenly changed direction and pierced into the head of the aboriginal on the right.

Putong!

The aboriginal on the left, who had thought he would die, immediately felt his legs growing soft as he knelt.

“An archery-type cultivation art?”

Mu Qianlin’s eyes widened. He felt his tongue going dry and his last bit of hope being smashed. Given his judgment, he could tell that Sun Mo’s archery-type cultivation art was very powerful.

In that case, the next question was simple. (Should I surrender or should I surrender?)

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