Rumors often grew distorted and exaggerated as they spread.
Chen Shouyi had no idea how the barbarian who had escaped last time had described and embellished his fearsome reputation after returning.
In any case, by the time he charged over, he found that only five remained where they were, brave enough to face him. The rest had long since been scared out of their wits and were desperately fleeing into the forest.
There was no catching those people, so Chen Shouyi simply slowed down.
He went from sprinting to jogging, and finally began walking.
After running hard for a while, his somewhat ragged breathing gradually evened out.
By contrast, the barbarians across from him were breathing harder and harder.
The five barbarians held long spears and formed a semicircle. This might have been a defensive tactic against powerful beasts, but against Chen Shouyi, who could attack from a distance with his bow and arrows, it was practically suicide.
When he was within a hundred meters, he swiftly drew an arrow and slowly pulled back the bowstring.
When he came within seventy meters, his fingers released the string, and an arrow shot forth.
The next moment, one barbarian gave a muffled groan, clutched the arrow that had pierced his chest, and slowly fell to the ground.
What followed was a complete massacre.
He kept drawing and loosing arrows, his rhythm steady and swift.
One barbarian tried to charge him, only to crumple to the ground, an arrow piercing his skull. Another tried to flee, but couldn't escape the arrow that pursued him from behind. The only thing that posed even a slight threat was a spear thrown by a barbarian just before he died.
However, Chen Shouyi didn't move at all. The spear had already stuck in the beach, more than