Within the valley, as the two hundred shield-bearers of the four major powers fell neatly to the ground, the entire scene sank into dead silence. Especially the Apprentice-level archers on both sides of the road—their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"How could this happen?"
"What exactly did they just do?!"
Everyone was dumbfounded by the shield-bearers' sudden deaths. They had no idea what the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall disciples had done to so easily pierce through A6 Grade heavy shields, even punching through the A6 Grade Armor behind them at the same time.
One had to know that even a Quasi-Martial Artist wielding a B2-class composite bow and B2 Grade Arrows at full strength could only pierce an A6 Grade heavy shield and knock the shield-bearer back a few steps.
To pierce through an A6 Grade heavy shield and then through A6 Grade Armor, perhaps only a Beginner Martial Artist could accomplish such a thing.
Yet these people from the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall were clearly ordinary people. Even with A6 Battle Armor, their strength only increased by a hundred kilograms. Trying to pierce an A6 Grade heavy shield with B2 Grade Arrows while barehanded was simply a fantasy from heaven.
"Boss Rosa, I'm not dreaming, am I?" The Forest Tribe youth stared at the dead shield-bearers of the four major powers, utterly dumbstruck. "Those shield-bearers aren't pretending to be dead, are they?"
If shield-bearers who were Advanced Apprentices or above had been instantly killed by Martial Artists, or even Quasi-Martial Artists, he could have accepted it. But being instantly killed by ordinary people completely shattered his worldview.
"If you could survive with a huge hole punched through your chest, then they probably are pretending." Rosalina gazed at the dead shield-bearing apprentices and spoke neither warmly nor coldly.