Chapter 130
Wangchuan had long since lost count of how many times he had drawn and released his iron-reinforced bow.
Alternating hands, shooting from both sides, he had already slain hundreds of venomous and non-venomous snakes alike.
Zhao Heiniu could no longer endure it.
It was his first time experiencing such an intense battle. His right arm could barely draw the bowstring anymore. He retreated to the rear, and another First-Rank Martial Artist stepped forward to replace him.
Old Qiu.
Wangchuan remembered him as a member of the First Land-Clearing Team. In his early thirties, with an honest face and taciturn demeanor, his Archery was decent—likely at Entry-Level Mastery—but he had not cultivated any more advanced archery arts.
His hit rate while moving was average.
After missing several shots, he simply put away his bow, drew his long blade, and focused on chopping down venomous snakes dropping from above or lunging forward to cut them down directly. In doing so, he eased some of Wangchuan’s pressure.
As expected of a veteran from the First Land-Clearing Team, Wangchuan thought. They were adaptable.