Why do I have so many masters? Chapter 1221: 233: Who Says There's No One?!! (2/2)

Chapter 1221: Chapter 233: Who Says There’s No One?!! (2/2)

“The Bokel Family has arrived!”

“With such strength, it must be the leader of the Bokel Family. Only soone of Fifth Rank could shoot such powerful arrows.”

The surrounding crowd, hearing this, all breathed a heavy sigh of relief, filled with anticipation, looking in that direction.

An unending shower of arrows had been shot, creating a dense cloud of pure explosive energy.

The man in black, still able to dodge, was already near his limit, fear gripping his heart. Although his opponent was of Fifth Rank strength, shooting so many arrows continuously would surely have exhausted him. Gathering his qi chanism with all his might, he rushed forward ferociously.

A Sixth Rank Martial Artist leaped out, trying to stop him but was struck down within a few moves.

The man’s eyes widened with fury, resembling a vengeful ghost. Gone was his earlier composure, with each arrow targeting his vital points, forcing him to dodge and causing internal injuries. He pressed forward with fierce speed.

His inner strength’s qi chanism surged like a storm, dispersing the earlier cloud of explosive energy.

Pu Haokuang and Xing Lingxue looked on with anticipation but found instead of the burly master of the renowned noble clan, the archer was rather tall and lean. His left foot stood at the peak, his clothes fluttering in the wind. Though imposing, he appeared much younger, with a pale face and black hair flowing.

He bore a hooked nose and natural, fierce triangular eyes—cold and sharp.

He seed like an eagle soaring in the sky.

With a slight raise of his hand, dozens of riders appeared, all clad in black clothes and armor, their cloaks fluttering in the wind, riding not horses, but black wolves over a ter shoulder-high. They unleashed arrows at the man in black, obstructing his actions.

But he created nurous afterimages, instantly appearing in front of the archer.

“Perish!”

With murderous intent radiating from him, the noble with fierce triangular eyes slightly smirked. Behind him, an even more formidable qi chanism suddenly surged forth. His concealnt was so adept that despite the black-clothed man’s near Fourth Rank strength, he failed to notice it and was struck by the qi chanism.

It was just an instant, a montary delay of the qi chanism.

But for a top-tier assassin, a brief mont was enough.

Everyone saw a stream of light flash across the sky. The man, adept in Qinggong, lightly trapped the black-clothed man suspended in midair, who had toyed with the united masterful forces of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms.

A handso man appeared above him, lightly stepping onto his back.

Standing with hands behind his back.

The black-clad man plumted to the ground.

And the huge qi chanism belonging to the newly risen Fifth Rank seed eager to declare its presence, swept through Heaven and Earth, then stepped into the void—imposing and elegant, his deanor unparalleled, though with an odd bamboo basket on his back.

Yet, under the grandeur of such a master, the blue robe added a layer of elegance.

The noble archer sneered twice, spat on the ground, muttered curses, then urged his red giant wolf—a grand breed with the flair of the Western Regions—forward slowly, with dozens of black wolves closely following.

The newly arrived Fifth Rank master lightly tapped his feet and drifted forward.

Pu Haokuang stepped forward, smiling: “Many thanks to the Bokel for coming to aid and this Hero. I am from Baiwu Mountain…”

The leading two seed not to notice him, their expressions indifferent, rely walking past him on both sides.

Pu Haokuang’s smile faltered slightly.

He took a deep breath, turned around smiling, watching as the fierce triangular-eyed, Rushing Thunder-like noble archer and the man with a bamboo basket, elegantly in blue, floated southward, and he froze slightly.

When he saw these two heading directly towards a man and woman from earlier, a shiver ran through his heart, and he hurriedly said, “Two elders, these two people were not on our invitation list…”

His voice froze.

The archer dismounted, thrusting his strong bow into the ground.

The man in blue wiped his sleeve.

Then, under countless watchful eyes, those two who had deftly suppressed the black-clad man with overwhelming force now half-knelt before the cold-faced black-clad figure, clasped hands in respect, and declared in unison:

“Subordinate reporting late.”

“We beg for the Young Master’s forgiveness!”

PS: Second update of the day is presented…

4,700 words.

I just ant that a certain two individuals’ disappearance in the previous segnt and reappearance here was not quite good; a segnt in between would feel more natural.

Now, nothing is holding back, all pressures released to the fullest, I too didn’t want it compressed that way, without pressure how can it be exhilarating… (crying)

In total, ten thousand words.