Chapter 566 - Towering (3) (2/2)

Hargrove flipped a palm, causing a javelin to appear in his hands. His body bowed and his arm whipped forward.

BANG! BANG!

The air seemed to shatter as the weapon tore through it to reach Leonel.

The accuracy of Hargrove's throw was spine tingling. It felt that no matter how Leonel turned to dodge, it would still cause him to suffer.

This was none other than Hargrove's ability. He called it Stunning Accuracy. His every javelin throw would land in a spot so perfect it would feel impossible to deal with.

On this battlefield, he had already lost count to the number of lives he had reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned his right to be amongst the four strongest City Lords of Terrain.

However, what happened next made him feel as though all his pride was being trampled by a pair of cold, violet eyes.

Leonel grasped at the air, causing three arrows to appear. He nocked them simultaneously and fired them all at once.

Two arched oddly in the air while one flew mind numblingly straight.

The first collided with the tip of the javelin. It was so perfect that neither weapon deviated, clashing head on in the air.

However, after no more than a split moment, the arrow shattered, its strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was so brief that it seemed to have been instantly obliterated.

In the next moment, the remaining two curving arrows met the point of the javelin together, forming a tri point in the skies.

But soon, they too were instantly shattered.

One would think that Leonel would be flustered by this point, but he hardly reacted, his next arrow already nocked.

This time, he fired two in quick succession, but neither seemed to be as perfect as the first three, barely missing the tip of the javelin and gliding along its side.

However... it was these very strikes that sent a cold shiver down Hargrove's spine.

The path of the javelin deviated, gliding by Leonel's head.

Just when it seemed that Leonel would allow it to go, he retracted his hand from his bowstring, and grasped at the flying javelin, barely grabbing the end of its pole arm.

Leonel looked toward Hargrove from above, the piercing nature of his gaze seemingly bearing the latter's soul for all to see.

Bow in one hand, javelin in the other, his torso flexed, his right arm cocking back.

The energies of the world seemed to sing, Universal Force bearing down.

SHUUUUUUUUU! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel flung the javelin downward, concentric circles of exploding air nearly ripping its body apart.

In those final moments, City Lord Hargrove could only think that this was the first time he was truly seeing Stunning Accuracy.

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