"Lord Pang Luo, do your best!"
"Defeat this ugly half-elf!"
"This lowly bastard dares to lust after Altani's beauty! He even dares to challenge her to a duel! "
"Make him lose his life!"
"… …"
Almost all the cheers were for the half-elf's opponent, the elf named Pompey.
Chen Rui walked to Rolla's side. Fairy Miss Long noticed his arrival, smiled, and took the initiative to shake his hand. This action caused many male elves who were attracted by Rolla's beauty to show sad expressions.
Chen Rui learned from Rolla that his new half-elf follower disappeared after entering the Silver Moon Immortal City, and when she reappeared, she unexpectedly became the protagonist of a big event.
The events were just like in many novels. The male and female protagonists were a couple in love, but due to the strong opposition of the female's family, they were forced to separate. The female protagonist was forced to marry a man she didn't like, and in the end, the male protagonist appeared at the wedding. Most of the endings in novels were happy. Comedies were always easier to accept than tragedies, but reality was cruel. After the half-elf found his lover Altani, he didn't even get to say a few words before he was discovered by Pang Luo who had been secretly following Altani. Pang Luo was Altani's betrothal partner. Seeing that his fiancée was "unrepentant" and was still with that lowly and ugly half-elf, he was naturally furious and wanted nothing more than to cut his rival in love into a thousand pieces.
Pang Luo didn't directly make a move. Instead, he called over the elven guards who were maintaining order and a large number of elves who were participating in the New Moon Festival. In an instant, this half-elf who sneaked in and "tainted" the New Moon Festival became everyone's public enemy.
This was Pang Luo's brilliance. This love rival's identity was too special. He didn't even need to do anything himself, the half-elf would be killed by the angry elves. Even if Altani risked her life to protect him, it would be useless.
Just when Pang Luo thought that his plan was successful, an unremarkable "supporting character" turned the whole situation around. That was the "little elf girl" beside Altani.
Pang Luo knew who this little girl was. Altani had met this little girl in the archery arena. The little girl's archery skills were terrible, and she was almost a disgrace to the elves. Altani had only kindly comforted and taught the little girl some archery tricks. The little girl seemed to like Altani very much and was always by her side. Even when Altani met Tylos, she refused to leave.
However, it was exactly such a weak "girl" who burst out with a terrifying aura that made all the elf guards tremble. No one dared to take a step forward, and the situation was in a stalemate for a while.
This matter alarmed Altani's older brother, the Elf Elder Cheropan. Altani's parents had died when she was young, and it was Cheropan who had raised her single-handedly.
Pang Luo's father, another elder, Farle, was also here. Altani naturally didn't want her new best friend, Laliya, to hurt her dearest brother, and she didn't want to drag Laliya down. However, Altani knew that this was the last chance for her and Tylos. If she missed it, she would marry that annoying Pang Luo, and Tylos would most likely be killed.
So, Altani made up her mind and threatened her angry brother with her life. She swore to the Moonlight Goddess and proposed a bet. She would let Tylos and Pang Luo compete in archery, and the wager would be herself.
Archery was the most common and favorite competition among the elves. Pang Luo was the number one archer in the Magic Archer Corps, and his archery skills were almost invincible among those of the same level. Even if it was just for the face of the number one archer, he wouldn't refuse this bet.
So, the archery competition between the two rivals began, which attracted a large number of elves to watch. Except for Altani, almost every elf was cheering for Pang Luo.
The archery arena was similar to the equestrian arena. It was a large open field similar to a track field, surrounded by spectator stands. There was a special barrier inside, and the strength of the competitors was limited to the same height.
The official rules of the archery competition were from easy to difficult.
The first round was the beginner round. The rules were very simple. The winner would be decided by ten arrows. Within five seconds, the one who could shoot ten arrows and hit more targets would be the winner.
This was not the practice targets that Laliya used to shoot. Not only were the targets very small, but the distance was at least twice as far. The most difficult part was that these were not fixed targets, but moving targets.
All the targets that appeared were moving irregularly. Some flew from bottom to top, some swayed left and right, and some glided in arcs like birds.
Pang Luo and Tylos walked up to the arena with bows and arrows in their hands. Pang Luo was indeed the number one archer in the Magic Archer Corps. As soon as he walked up, the anger and jealousy in his eyes disappeared, and all that was left was the moving targets in the distance.
The same was true for Tylos. When the hourglass of the competition turned, the two of them did not rush to shoot first. Instead, they quietly looked at the targets. One second, two seconds, and on the third second, the two of them shot at the same time.
The elves with ordinary strength could hardly see the movements of the two of them. They could only see the falling targets in the distance. Five seconds passed quickly, and the ten arrows in their quivers were all shot.
The results came out very quickly.
Pang Luo: Twenty targets!
Tylos: Twenty targets!
The elves were in an uproar. The half-elf's results were actually on par with the number one archer, Pang Luo!
What did twenty targets mean?
Within three seconds, the two of them had shot down two targets with each arrow!
Some might be penetrative, killing two birds with one stone. Some might be caused by impact, but no matter what it was, it required keen observation, accurate calculation, and extraordinary archery.
In the first two seconds, both of them were preparing. Not only were they adjusting their state, but they were also sensing the targets. Although the trajectories of the targets were changing, in general, there was a special frequency or rhythm. It was precisely because they grasped this rhythm that they could achieve such incredible results.
The elves were not particularly surprised that Pang Luo had such archery skills, but the half-elf with only half or less elven blood could also do this. It was really beyond the expectations of many elves.
Pang Luo's face darkened, and he snorted coldly. "Don't be too happy too early. Even if there's no winner in this round, you won't get lucky in the next intermediate round."
Tylos ignored Pang Luo and just looked at Altani, who was outside the arena with a face full of concern. The two of them looked at each other, and the words they exchanged spoke louder than a thousand words.
Seeing this, Pang Luo's face turned even uglier. According to the rules, if there was no winner in the first round, there would be a second intermediate round. The rules of the intermediate round were to fight against magical beasts of the same strength as themselves.
This kind of magical beast had almost completely realistic combat awareness. It was definitely not a standing target, and it would launch fierce attacks. This meant that when shooting an arrow, one would have to dodge an attack of similar strength, which was several times more difficult than shooting while standing.
The time limit for this round was five minutes, and the same ten arrows were used. Whoever used the least arrows to kill a magical beast in five minutes would be the winner.
In other words, the result of killing a magical beast in four minutes or three minutes would be the same. If the former used three arrows, and the latter used four, the former would win. Of course, if the magical beast could not be killed or defeated within five minutes, it would be directly disqualified.
The opponent's magical beast was randomly chosen by drawing lots. Pang Luo drew a large but relatively slow Fire Snake, while Tylos' luck was a little worse, and he drew a Wind Leopard, which had a talent for speed.
After drawing lots, both sides entered the arena. The barrier began to automatically generate enemies, and the time to finish generating began.
Just like in the preliminary round, facing fierce magical beasts of the same strength, Pang Luo and Tylos did not rush to shoot. Instead, they dodged the attacks while observing the enemy.
Chen Rui, who was watching the battle, nodded secretly. If the previous round was a competition of hand speed and accuracy, then this round was a competition of patience and the ability to seize opportunities.
It was obviously not the first time Pang Luo had faced a Fire Snake, and he was very familiar with the attack habits of this magical beast. After figuring out some of the Fire Snake's patterns, he nimbly dodged the flames that the Fire Snake spat out, and then shot an arrow the moment the Fire Snake's flame power stagnated.
This arrow, with a whistling electric light, penetrated the Fire Snake's pupil horizontally, and actually rushed out of the other pupil. The Fire Snake howled in pain and rolled around, and finally, it gradually lost its strength and disappeared from the arena.
The whole process took three minutes, and the surrounding elves were amazed by the success of one arrow. In contrast, Tylos, who was on the other side, was in a difficult situation. For combat types like elves, the extremely agile Wind Leopard was their nemesis, and the difficulty of fighting it head-on was much higher than the Fire Snake.
Pang Luo killing the Fire Snake with one arrow was already the best result. Unless Tylos also killed the Wind Leopard with one arrow, there would be no suspense until the next round. Otherwise, he would definitely lose. Under the crazy and high-speed close-range attacks of the Wind Leopard, Tylos already had many wounds on his body, and could not launch a counterattack at all. The contestants within the barrier were protected, and they would not really die. However, after leaving the battlefield, the damage would be reflected to the body and spirit in a certain proportion.
Time passed, and soon, five minutes were almost up.
After missing its attack, the Wind Leopard's body glowed with a faint green light. With the blessing of its talent, its speed soared again, and it made an incredible turn in the air, biting towards Tylos. Although she knew that it would not really die, this scene still made Altani cover her mouth in fear.
The Wind Leopard's confident attack actually missed. It turned out that "Tylos" was actually an illusion. At the same time, a red light flashed into the Wind Leopard's open mouth. As if it was struck by lightning, the Wind Leopard fell straight from the sky and disappeared.
Tylos panted slightly, and the light from the blood-red mageweath on his face gradually disappeared. Chen Rui could see that the half-elf must have used the power of the mageweath to create an illusion, and finally killed the troublesome enemy with one arrow at the critical moment.
At this time, the five minutes had just ended. Although Tylos had finished his battle early, according to the rules, this battle was still a tie. Two battles, two draws!
The elves were all knowledgeable people, and they already knew that this half-elf's archery was not inferior to Pang Luo's. Many elves revealed looks of jealousy. Although the first two battles were a tie, Tylos's energy consumption was obviously higher than Pang Luo's, and he had also received a certain amount of damage due to the feedback of the barrier. This way, the following battles would inevitably be affected.
Chen Rui held Rolla's hand and watched the battle between Tylos and Pang Luo from afar. He did not help. Just as he said, he wanted to personally see the result of the half-elf's confidence and courage.
Although the atmosphere was not good for the half-elves, this duel was still considered fair, and it was Tylos's own battle.
The third round was a high-level competition. Unlike the first two, there would definitely not be a tie, because the rules this time were: archery!
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