Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 269: Chapter 80: Unerring Arrows, the Origin of the Serpent Shadow

In the mountains and forests of the valley!

A group of young warriors wore Profound Iron masks, with Profound Iron covering their chests and backs, and even their groins as well.

Despite the increased body weight, none of the young warriors dared to not wear them.

Because this time, the test content was to dodge arrows.

If these things hit anywhere else it would be fine, but if your head, chest, or groin got hit, you’d be crippled if not dead.

More than twenty figures swiftly shuttled through the valley’s woods, occasionally gathering to exchange information, then dispersing again. The Profound Iron on their bodies did not affect their speed or agility in the slightest.

As long as they weren’t hit by the arrows within one two-hour period, they would pass this evaluation and receive twenty points.

”Senior Brother Shen, it’s Lin Chen dealing with us this time, he should show mercy on us three, right?”

Yin Aosong muttered softly, since they were all from Raozhou Prefecture, Lin Chen should consider this hometown friendship.

”Don’t count on it!”

Shen Ge shook his head: ”Since the Instructor arranged Senior Brother Lin to shoot arrows, then Senior Brother Lin definitely won’t hold back. Our test requirement is not to be hit by arrows, but Senior Brother Lin’s test might very well be to hit us with arrows.”

”I think Senior Brother Shen might be right. Counting on Senior Brother Lin to show mercy is impossible. The forest is so dense, whether Senior Brother Lin can even see us...”

Swoosh!

Before the boy beside him could finish his sentence, he felt a shock in his chest, the terrible impact made blood surge up his throat.

Clang!

Shen Ge watched as his companion’s clothes tore open at the chest, even the half-foot-thick Profound Iron showed an arrow mark. Without any hesitation, he rolled on the spot and dashed into the nearby thorn bushes.

Yin Aosong reacted a split second too slow, and the next moment he felt a sharp pain in his forehead and fell directly to the ground.

Senior Brother Lin, this is not sparing at all, targeting your own people!

After a few breaths on the ground, Yin Aosong exchanged a glance with a companion who had fallen not far away, both seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes.

According to the rules set by the instructors, as long as you get hit by an arrow, you’re eliminated, lying on the ground, waiting for Senior Brother Du to come and collect your body, along with a humiliation of being called a waste.

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At the edge of the forest, Lin Chen was not drawing his bow but searching the forest with his eyes. To hit someone in the dense forest, not only did he need to shoot accurately, but he also needed to shoot quickly, striking before the opponent could react.

Lin Chen was like a ghostly hunter, silently shuttling through the forest. Every time he drew his bow, a student would fall.

One, two...

In just a quarter of an hour, twenty students were eliminated.

However, facing the remaining nine students, Lin Chen did not shoot an arrow at all in the next quarter of an hour.

It wasn’t that these students were hiding well; it was that he didn’t have absolute confidence.

There were twenty-nine students, and only twenty-nine arrows. Missing one shot would count as a failure.

These twenty-nine students were not weak, with extremely quick reactions, constantly maneuvering in the forest without stopping.

A two-hour run was not physically taxing for a Martial Artist who had opened a dozen acupoints; they could completely endure for the entire duration.

Lin Chen squinted his eyes, following the students, even revealing himself directly in front of these students. The purpose was simple: to observe their slight movements when they wanted to dodge upon discovering him.

Comparing the opponent’s subtle body movements with their Martial Arts Techniques.

”Any Martial Artist’s behavior and actions are influenced by their Cultivation Technique, which is a natural response cultivated over years of practice, hard to change fundamentally.”

Instructor Jia’s guiding words still echoed in Lin Chen’s mind.

”You have trained in Clear Wind Palm, Water Cloud Palm, Iron Bone Skill, Gale Leg, and the first move of Gale Leg, ’Wind Rises from the Green Willow,’ has you shift left with your left toe forward and right knee slightly bent. When you want to move to the right horizontally, your right knee will have a micro bending action. Even if it’s extremely small, it can still be captured.”

In the bamboo forest, no matter how many directions I changed towards, Instructor Jia could still lock onto my route with his bow and arrow.

After listening to Instructor Jia’s guidance, Lin Chen understood that this wasn’t just habit, habits can be overcome, but the muscle memory was hard to fight against.

Half an hour later.

Lin Chen repeatedly revealed himself, observing the slight changes in the bodies of the junior brothers fleeing in front of him, comparing them with the Martial Arts Techniques each one had learned, to uncover the pattern of their maneuvering.

Actions can deceive people, but muscle reflexes cannot.

As the final quarter-hour countdown began, Lin Chen drew an arrow and released it!

Bang!

A figure fell.

Hearing the noise that had stopped for a long time resurface, the expressions of the remaining people became solemn.

If they persisted for one more quarter-hour, they would pass this test, but the closer they got to the end, the more careful they needed to be.

Yet, to their despair, following this, they heard the clang of metal collision every few tens of breaths.

In this forest, the only plausible source of metal collision sounds was an arrow striking a metal plate.

Lying still in the grass, Shen Ge listened to the noises, not daring to move. But after fifteen breaths, seeing Lin Chen standing ten yards ahead, he gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground.

”Senior Brother Lin!”