Chen Rui's words to Talos had all been conveyed through the Analytical Eye, directly within their minds. Talos's reply had sounded more like a mutter to himself. Almost no one noticed the extra arrow in Talos's hand, much less the unfamiliar "elf" who had appeared before.
The break lasted only five minutes, and the third round that would decide victory and defeat soon began. Talos looked at the tearful Altani, then at the golden-feathered arrow in his hand. There was not the slightest hesitation in his heart as he strode into the arena.
This time, the battlefield environment within the barrier was a plain. Such terrain favored offense even more than hills did. Pang Luo was overjoyed. With the Mystic Moon Bow in hand, he could unleash the full might of this quasi-divine artifact without restraint. He was already certain of victory in this battle.
Farle sat down in the stands with confidence. Though the means employed were somewhat dishonorable, victory was what mattered most for the dignity of the Xisili Family and the entire Elf Race.
The instant the environment formed and the duel began, Pang Luo had already drawn three arrows on his bow and locked onto Talos. Talos moved even faster. The bowstring twanged, and an arrow flew from it.
Pang Luo knew that Talos's single-arrow firing speed was slightly faster than his own, so he was not surprised. One of the three arrows in his hand immediately shot forth to meet it. In the previous round, Pang Luo had effortlessly shattered the half-elf's arrow in just this way.
Strangely, the arrow fired by the half-elf was extraordinarily slow, as though it were drifting lazily through the air. Pang Luo's arrow naturally struck it despite being fired later, and shattered at once.
Yet it was Pang Luo's