Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Chapter 117: Desperate Mandarin Ducks! Slaughter Heisha Again!_3

At this moment.

An unexpected turn of events erupted.

A faint, piercing sound of an arrow cutting through the air rang out. Leng Yun’s body tensed instantly, just in time to see a heavy black arrow emerging from the forest.

"Ugh..."

A nearby gang member was immediately pierced through the throat.

The arrow was terrifyingly powerful, like a meteoric bolt slicing through clouds. After puncturing one throat, it embedded itself into the chest of another gang member.

One arrow, double kill!

Screams of misery echoed one after another. All the Black Sand Gang members shuddered in fright at the sudden twist of fate. In the blink of an eye, two comrades had fallen. The devastating power of the dark arrow and the sharpshooter’s extraordinary skill sent chills down their spines!

"Who is it?!"

Leng Yun roared, his voice trembling with anger as everyone’s eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings.

Another arrow shot out from a distant angle, moving at a blinding speed. A robust silhouette flickered and vanished before anyone could get a clear look. All they saw was the figure pulling a bow from an inconceivable position behind them—then yet another gang member collapsed, lifeless.

Hope flickered in Helian Tie Lan’s deadened eyes.

Cradling a head in her arms, she broke out of the encirclement, her gaze falling onto the quivering arrow. Her heart trembled violently.

That arrow... she recognized it. She had crafted it herself.

A shiver of recognition coursed through her mind as she pieced together the identity of the newcomer. A spark of hope ignited within her chest.

If the one who came was truly the person she suspected, then there might really be hope for survival. The name "Butcher" was already a whispered legend before her capture, his strength no weaker than Leng Yun’s.

"Attack! Kill him for me!"

Leng Yun’s eyes burned with furious light. Having three of his subordinates killed right in front of him shattered all restraints. His pent-up frustration and suppressed rage erupted in full force.

With a nimble step, he kicked off the tree’s surface, soaring like a swift swallow. His movement was light and agile, and he hurtled toward Gu Sheng with astonishing speed. If he didn’t engage and disrupt Gu Sheng’s assault, his men would be slaughtered cleanly in no time.

A glint of astonishment crossed Gu Sheng’s eyes.

They said the Wind Hall Master was a master of movement techniques. Seeing it in person today, it lived up to its reputation—his technique had certainly reached the Great Achievement Realm.

However, Gu Sheng’s Flying Thunder Leg was Perfect. His bursts of speed were overwhelming, and his cultivation had reached the Perfect stage of the Blood Refining Realm. Even with a bow in hand, Leng Yun was nowhere near his match.

Whizz!

A sharp arrow, black as a streak of lightning, shot through the air. It pierced one gang member’s throat and burrowed into the eye socket of another.

Leng Yun seethed with rage. This man treated him like he didn’t even exist.

His blood energy surged skyward like a smoke signal. The muscles in his legs clenched and sprang taut, launching him across several zhang in an instant. At some point, a curved blade had appeared in his hand, gleaming with cold, menacing light. With a flick and a push of his wrist, the blade was sent spiraling toward Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng remained unshaken, his heart as calm as a still well.

His legs blurred with thunderous speed, darting in precise intervals to evade the spinning curved blade by a hair’s breadth. The blade sliced through branches effortlessly, its edge razor-sharp. Gu Sheng’s face twisted with a feral grin, relishing the taunt as he casually readied his bow.

Buzz!