45 The World’s Hero (2/2)

Meng Fuyao pulled him up the wall before squatting unglamorously at the top and tossing a stone into the dark, isolated garden.

”Zhangsun Wuji, you impure-blooded. ”

Her shriek was ear-splitting, but someone covered her mouth mid-sentence. A wave of disorganized footsteps approached from afar. The guards had been alarmed.

”They weren't here yesterday so why have they come today...” Meng Fuyao snorted, turning around to face Yuan Zhaoxu.

Yuan Zhaoxu looked down into the scruffy garden, and a strange expression was gradually formed on his face.

A guard shouted from afar, and Yuan Zhaoxu swiftly pulled Meng Fuyao down and into an alley outside the De residence.

Swish!-

Before they could stabilize themselves a wave of arrows had been released.

The guard's voice was extremely urgent and fierce, curtly piercing through the darkness like a cutting gust of wind.

Swish!

The tips of Meng Fuyao and Yuan Zhaoxu's boots were immediately accessorized by a neat row of arrows, equal distance from one another, as if measured with a ruler. It was evident that if the archers had wanted, they could have easily shot the arrows and pierced their feet. The arrows just a millimeter away from their boots were proof of the archers' skills.

Opposite and above the high residence walls, a figure appeared. He was holding a bow in hand, and his eyes were coldly looking down into the darkness and flickering.

Upon seeing that the duo had lifted their heads up, the man slowly pulled his bow, its string squeaking slightly, in the process building a murderously suppressive atmosphere.

The bow was pulled taut before four arrows were being released down and toward the duo. The archer stood on the head of the wall, smirking. ”Where has this bold pair come from? Trespassing the king's territory? I was merciful with my attack. Come in again and my arrows not greet your feet but your skulls.”

Meng Fuyao raised her head up slowly, her eyes shrinking upon meeting the man's gaze. She hated getting warned by others.

However, the moment she lifted her head, the archer immediately launched another arrow, going straight for her forehead. ”Trespassers shall not be spared.”

Not only was his sharpshooting skills and control apparent, but his condensed voice was also evidence that he possessed an extraordinary level of internal energy. Even then, Meng Fuyao felt it unnecessary to accept his hostile attitude.

She executed a move from the matrix, bending her back backward in an arc as the arrow brushed past the tip of her nose. As her body was halfway to the ground, she whipped her waist around and kicked the arrow up. The arrow made a directional change in midair before whizzing like the wind toward the figure behind the wall.

The archer's eyes flashed in the darkness. Meng Fuyao's kick appeared like an easy move, but it was, in fact, difficult to execute it since almost half the arrow had penetrated the ground. How much power and precision must she have utilized in order to kick the arrow off the ground without bending it and getting up from her arched position?

The archer let out a grin, his desire to win brewing. He extended a hand, instantly snapping the incoming arrow into two, before launching another arrow at her.

Meng Fuyao sprung back up, spitting forcefully, twice. ”Bah!”

The arrow that had broken into two was further split into four -- she had unleashed puffs of inner energy to do so, which again redirected the sections back toward their owner.

The archer was caught off guard and rendered speechless by her petty move. Then, he erupted into powerful laughter, further breaking the sections into eight pieces and redirecting them toward her.

Each piece was about the length of a palm, so it wasn't easy to section them even further. ”Let's see how you're going to bre---” the archer smirked, but he instantly opened his eyes wide.

Meng Fuyao hadn't seen those arrows at all. She had bent down suddenly, picking up two remaining arrows and dashing toward the perimeter wall. In midair, she released the arrows, as if they were as heavy as javelins, directly aiming for his waist. ”Are we chopping wood, you stupid crow? Do you really think I'll continue splitting them?”

Because Meng Fuyao's movements were so sudden and fast, the archer, who had been solely focused on waiting for her to chop the arrows, was caught off guard once again. By the time he realized the situation, the arrows were already zooming in at full speed. As a skilled man himself, he calmly chopped at them, easily dispersing the energy within.

He let out a long breath and smiled at the guard below. ”I've been ignorant. How dare I embarrass myself in front of you, General...”

Before he could finish his line, a gust of wind blew from behind, and he felt a cold sensation running down his waist... his pants had fallen to the ground.