Nine-layer armor-breaking

Chapter 143: Admit Defeat
On the Tianjie martial arts field, a moon-white Taoist robe danced in the wind.

The dancing figure is like a flying butterfly, clean and neat, yet extremely elegant.

The man stood tall and straight, holding a large, nondescript bow with a few white-feathered arrows scattered in his quiver. A hood the same color as his clothes covered his face completely.

Both were Heavenly Rank warriors, and the competition ended with only two arrows scattered on the ground.

Even his opponent on the field was stunned and his body was trembling slightly.

The stunned warrior only knew that the warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe shot arrows extremely quickly and unpredictably.

He didn't know anything more than that.

Even as a witness of this battle, he did not understand the enemy's tactics.

After all, the opponent only shot two arrows.

After entering the arena, as soon as he made a move, the warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe used a set of superb body movements to cleverly and calmly avoid his attack.

Before he could react, the two arrows on his opponent's bow had already left the string.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking through the air was heard, and two arrows with different trajectories had already arrived beside him, and then fell down neatly.

As soon as Fang Yi reacted, he looked down in disbelief and saw that the two arrows had clearly landed on him.

One was inserted into the toe of his left shoe, from top to bottom.

The other one was inserted diagonally from his heart to his neck, like a needle piercing a hole. The two round holes firmly fixed the arrow on his clothes, entering from the outer clothes at the heart and exiting at the collar at the neck.

He stood on the Tianjie Martial Arts Arena, looking a little dazed, but his appearance was very eye-catching.

From the perspective of the audience, the competition itself was boring because the whole process was too fast.

As soon as the two warriors came on stage, one of them admitted defeat in an instant.

In fact, the warrior knew it very well in his mind!
He himself is already a heavenly-level warrior. As a disciple of the official martial arts school, he has naturally seen some peak warriors.

Although there are not as many top-level warriors who use bows and arrows as those who use swords, they are not very rare.

But as far as he knew, even a top-level warrior who used a bow and arrow could not practice it to such a proficient level.

Two arrows were shot at the same time, their directions were unpredictable, and the two arrows hit different parts of the body with exact accuracy.

He knew in his heart that the arrows stuck in his heart and at the collar of his clothes were his opponent's way of telling him that they could easily take his life.

The arrow stuck in the tip of his shoe was to tell him that as long as the warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe didn't let him go, he couldn't escape easily.

Two arrows shot in an instant gave him two warnings.

In this case, how could he not be afraid of the masked warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe.

He had no choice but to admit defeat.

He understood that if he continued to fight with the warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe, he might be further warned or even harmed by his opponent because of his ignorance of the current situation.

The warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe did not hurt his skin at all, but the threat posed by the two arrows made him shudder.

Because he simply didn't believe that his opponent was just a Heavenly Rank warrior.

Even among the top warriors who used bows and arrows that he had seen, the difference between them was only in accuracy, not in the unpredictable movement of the arrows.

The audience's attention was drawn to the competition because of the warrior in the moon-white Taoist robe, whose graceful movements, like the fluttering of a butterfly, were so captivating. Unfortunately, that movement lasted only a moment before it was interrupted by two swiftly released arrows, thus ending the competition.

Therefore, since the entire competition process was extremely short, most of the audience did not see this competition.

The Wuzhou Martial Arts Competition, with the Peak, Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow Rank groups taking place simultaneously, one after another, was a perfect match. It was easy to miss a few of the competitions by taking a nap or chatting for a while.

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Above the Earth-level martial arts arena.

Zhu Yu covered the fresh wound on his collarbone with his hand and became increasingly weak.

The audience was still talking about it...

"Is this still a competition? Still refusing to admit defeat?"

"Yes, if you don't admit defeat, your life will be in danger."

"Your life is in danger? How much do you despise this Five States Martial Arts Show? This isn't some mediocre competition, how could someone get killed?"

"You're overthinking this! Who can guarantee the life and death of these warriors? Shouldn't we strike hard when necessary, and fight to the death when necessary?"

"How did it come to that?"

"The outcome is already decided, but the weaker party refuses to concede. Or, if two equally matched warriors are placed in the same group, they must use a killing move. Only by eliminating one of them can the other win."

"No, how could someone choose death over defeat? It's not like there's any deep hatred, so why would you care about face when it comes to life or death?"

"That sounds nice. That's just because it hasn't happened to you. Think about it, two people who are so tense and locked in a fierce fight from the moment they enter the arena, how could they possibly leave their opponent any chance of winning?"

"This situation is quite common. It's not about hatred or not. Whether it's on the battlefield or in the training ground, once the fight begins, there's an obsession with victory."

"For two people with similar strength, everyone is betting on who will win in the end."

"People are self-centered, and they all think they can hold on a little longer than the other person. But physical strength is limited, and someone will eventually give up first and die of exhaustion."

"How do you know so much?"

"I've seen a lot of this kind of martial arts performances."

"Let me tell you again, in fact, this kind of warrior finally gave his all and died in battle, which is actually the result that some of them wanted."

"That's not the kind I'm most afraid of. I'm more afraid of those with such stubborn and stubborn personalities that even ten oxen can't pull them back!"

"How to say?"

"Some stubborn people, even when they know they're going to lose, will never concede. They'll either wait for the game time to run out, or wait until the opponent beats them so hard they can't get up. 'Giving up' simply isn't in their minds."

"How could you have the nerve to resort to such heavy-handed tactics, knowing that you were so much stronger than the others? Was this a competition or a personal vendetta?"

"Too naive! This Five States Martial Arts Show has never been a place for sparring."

"Most people wouldn't bully the weak. So, those who would resort to harsh measures are, after all, a minority."

"Don't listen to his nonsense! What's with all that bullying? They're both in the same group, which means that the two warriors on the field definitely don't have an overwhelming advantage over the other."

"If we're in the same group and no one dares to use force on the other, when will it end? Are we going to waste time until the end of the competition, with one draw after another? Then forget about playing!"

"After all, this is a martial arts performance, and most warriors really can't use too much force at the moment. But the time limit will force the stronger side to 'solve' the opponent before losing the victory." Under the Tianjie group's martial arts performance field, a warrior who had not yet entered the field crossed his arms and said calmly.

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(End of this chapter)