Chapter 1736: Chapter 582: A Single Arrow Chills 19 Provinces

Faced with the Fifth Prince’s “invitation,” Richard was truly at a loss for how to respond.

If he possessed unsurpassable strength, striking a pose and pretending to concede could be seen as breezy and as leaving dignity for others!

But now?

This top divine archer of the Tang Zang Empire was basically a mage using lace as feathers shooting indiscriminately!

As for his skills, forget it!

In a noisy environment, relying on the sound of the wind to blind shot, at first glance it seems impressive, but in the eyes of the divine archer Philos Chia, it’s just elementary skills!

Which divine archer in the Summer Palace’s hundred-member Punisher Corps couldn’t achieve that?

“What’s ‘listening to the wind to determine position’ all about?”

The divine archers of the House Tribe can not only listen to the wind, but also “discern position by scent”! They can also “predict with sixth sense”! And “retain spatial memory”!

Since the musketeers of the Deer Tribe established their school, the archery passed down from generation to generation has been enhanced by various House divine archers, reaching its peak!

It’s safe to say that as long as it’s a bow and an arrow, no technique that relies purely on skill is beyond a divine archer’s ability!

But today, the misfortune was that this wasn’t an actual traditional archery contest, nor was it a test of magic arrow control!

This top archer of Tang Zang is fundamentally not within the domain of Aegean archers! Rather than calling him an archer, it would be more accurate to call him a mage.

“Damn!” Even the ever-elegant Master Stefano couldn’t hold back, angrily cursing in Chikradin: “I’m really not convinced! If we truly lost because of inferior skills, that’d be one thing, but this clearly isn’t a contest of archery skills! It’s a trap! A conspiracy!”

“You can’t say that! Perhaps the archery of the Silk Continent is just like that, perhaps their archery is inherently different from ours in the Aegean, and if that’s the case, it’s a cultural difference between the lands, not a conspiracy or a trap,” Master Rijekaard calmly analyzed: “That Tang Zang archer just used wind positioning and noise disruption, Richard, you need to have your archer change tactics, don’t mimic him! You absolutely can’t concede, directly conceding would be too humiliating—at the very least, regain some face!”

“Don’t kid yourself, they used an ordinary bow and arrow to release an elemental explosion! If the Summer Palace Punisher doesn’t use magical equipment it’s embarrassing, using magical equipment is still embarrassing, their archery has no comparison! No matter how you compare, we’re still a head below them,” Master Ventola sighed dejectedly.

Too hard to accept!

Even if Aegean’s Saint Chiao lost to a Silk Mage, it would never be as disappointing as seeing dozens of House divine archers crushed by a single Silk human archer!

It’s like witnessing a skeleton undead lay more eggs than a groundhog!

Besides being baffled, still baffled!

The three of the Dragon Clan also sighed in amazement, repeatedly saying they’ve had their eyes opened, realizing that Silk Continent mages release spells with bows and arrows instead of staves!

“Your Majesty, have you thought it over?” The Fifth Prince of Tang Zang wore a relaxed and complacent smile, exuding a confident air.

“No need to think!” Before Richard could speak, Avril’s fiery temper flared up: “Pavel, get in there!”

“Centaurs, do you really think you have what it takes to surpass our Tang Zang’s top archer ‘Destitution of the Yunqin Era’?” The Fifth Prince’s face bore an undisguised sneer as he cast a glance at Nedved, who was swapping for a regular mercury bow.

In his understanding of the Aegean Continent, this possibility was almost zero.

“I cannot surpass,” the Red Earth Highland’s top hard man never spoke empty words.

“So you’re conceding?”

“In the dictionary of the Centaur Archer, there is no losing, only dying in battle,” Nedved’s words were as powerful and resonant as gold coins: “As for this competition, I downright disdain participating in it!”

“Disdain? More like you’re afraid, aren’t you? Heh heh…”

“Your Highness!” Nedved adjusted his quiver and flicked his golden hair with force, before smiling indifferently: “The ultimate purpose of archery and magic is the same—to take down the opponent! Although I can’t magically transform archery like your archer, I will nonetheless take down your divine archer! Especially in such a useless competition devoid of technical skill!”

“Take down? How will you take him down?” An uncontrollable anger appeared on the Fifth Prince’s face, as he growled.

The Fifth Prince had seen his fair share of tough opponents, but one who refused to admit defeat and wore a face of feigned righteousness was truly rare.

“Nedved’s meaning is simple, even if Your Highness’s divine archer can use a bow and arrow to unleash a forbidden curse, his arrow will be faster, hitting the hand preparing to release the curse!” Richard sighed quietly; this was a case of human pride driving the fervor in every word, the intensity building naturally.

“Your Highness, no matter how powerful the magic, it must be released to kill! If there’s no time to release it, then the strongest spell is nothing but empty talk!” Nedved’s smile, in the eyes of the Tang Zang prince, was more abhorrent than any ghost or monster.

The Fifth Prince turned his head in fury, muttering something furiously to the Tang Zang’s top archer.

The face of the yellow-faced man blushed instantly with two red patches, glaring at Nedved with rage, before saying something vicious to his prince.