145 Hidden Arrow (1/2)

”My Starry Eyes! My heartbeat” Claude wailed, staggering back. His drowsy eyes held extreme fear. Without even physically fighting, his sound of heart had been destroyed by the Professor with an illusion!

Having lost the sound of heart and being gravely wounded, he suddenly fell from the Resonance level, and returned to the category of a third-order musician. If he did not quickly find a Choir musician who could heal him immediately, not only would he never be able to return to the Resonance level, but he his organs would be at risk of necrosis! He suddenly turned pale and spit up a mouthful of blood. His body had suffered a heavy blow.

In the sky far away, Ye Qingxuan sensed his situation and gloated. ”Cousin, get ready! Let’s give him a surprise arrow.” His posture was too perfect not to shoot at.

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At the scene, the entire picture changed suddenly. The dead professor had disappeared and was replaced by the Chainsaw monk who had been cut apart by Blue Teeth. The Chainsaw monk’s skull had been torn by Blue Teeth’s dragon blade, while his Sighing Sword was buried inside the white-faced woman’s chest.

The double swords in the woman’s hand had disappeared. Blue Teeth sluggishly lowered his head and saw two blades protruding from his chest. Behind him, a shadow with a pair of swords gave a strange smile.

”Thanks for the warm greetings from the parliament and your uninvited guests.” The Professor slowly pulled out the double swords and began to weave them skillfully in his hand before assuming the standard pose for royal swordsmanship.

Under the reflection of moonlight, his lips curled into a mocking smile. ”--I have been waiting for a long time!”

Blue Teeth’s face suddenly became ferocious. The swords in his body wriggled and clenched tightly! For dark musicians, mere destruction of the physical body was nothing. The Rain Artist from before was able to make a comeback even when his instrument had backfired and his entire body exploded!

Without saying a word, the bone flute on Blue Teeth’s arm began whistling again. His body transformed into something demonic, and the dragon blade lit up with the light of runes.

He appeared at the Professor's back like lightning and chopped his head off with the dragon blade, but the professor's figure shook and disappeared. His complexion changed as he looked up reflexively.

Poof! Snake Scales pierced through his jaw and out under his cheekbone, leaving a bloody hole. He swept away the Professor instinctively and retreated, shouting, ”Claude! Help me get out of the illusion!”

There was no response on the other end of the soul connection.

”Claude!” His complexion changed. ”Claude, where are you?!”

Claude did not reply. No one knew when the soul connection had broken. Then he heard a scream.

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Half a second ago, Claude was stunned. For some reason, a strong sense of uneasiness flashed through his heart. He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to find the source.

But then a suppressed roar sounded over the rain. The walls began shaking, and a cold arrow pierced through the rain, darting toward his chest like a viper.

Boom! There was a crisp snap. A faint shield appeared on his arm, deflecting the arrow, but the huge impact almost made him lose feeling in his arm. A cold sweat seeped from his back as the feeling of ferocious hostility made him numb.

”Who is it?” In the dark, Claude clutched his right arm in horror and curled up in the corner. ”Who's out there?!”

No one responded. The walls shook again. Feeling another crisis looming, he gave up on keeping his dignity and rolled in the dust. An arrow scraped his calf and shot into the wall, leaving behind a hole the size of a pinky finger. It was terrifying!

On a roof outside the empty house, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes in the rain, receiving information from the perception thread. With the rain, water vapor was everywhere, making it perfect for Bolero!

Beside him, Bai Xi was kneeling on the ground. The heavy crossbow on her shoulder, which had been modified greatly, was aimed at the empty house. Rain fell on it. The splashes were chilling.

”A bit to the left, slightly lower,” Ye Qingxuan ordered, ”and shoot!”

Bai Xi’s body shook, rain flying off. The arrow silently shot out and drilled out a hole in the sheet of rain. The silver crossbow arrow was like lightning. It flew across the long distance in the blink of an eye and entered the wall silently.

Only Ye Qingxuan felt the enemy’s pathetic state. ”These crossbows are too powerful nowadays! The precision is crazy!”