Armor Break

Fang Zhixing had no idea what Skinny Dog had gone through. He had been getting beaten the whole time, trapped in the net with swaying figures all around him.

At first, those people only punched and kicked him. Later, they brought out wooden clubs, hitting harder and harder.

Before long, Fang Zhixing was bleeding from the head, covered in wounds.

"Move aside."

Someone suddenly shouted.

The crowd parted, and a freckle-faced young man stepped forward with a dagger in hand.

Stab!

Pfft!

The dagger plunged into Fang Zhixing's chest, and blood gushed out.

"Third Brother, Master Chen never said he wanted him dead. Why did you—" someone said.

The freckle-faced youth sneered. "Are you an idiot? This brat isn't someone to be trifled with. When cutting grass, you must pull out the roots too. Understand?"

That person immediately fell silent.

The freckle-faced youth pulled out the dagger and ordered, "Throw him into the river to feed the fish. Where's that dog?"

"Caught it. It's here!" someone answered.

A burly man had Skinny Dog by the scruff of his neck, holding him suspended in midair as he continued struggling and barking wildly.

The freckle-faced youth walked over and inspected Skinny Dog carefully. He said in surprise, "What's so special about this dog? Why is Master Chen so fond of it?"

The burly man holding Skinny Dog replied, "Hard to say. Master Chen's tastes have always been different from everyone else's."

"Master Chen?"

The moment Skinny Dog heard that, he thought of that backbreaker.

"Fang Zhixing, how are you?"

Skinny Dog shouted frantically, "Hang in there! Don't die on me!"

"Blargh—"

Fang Zhixing vomited a mouthful of blood and struggled to breathe.

His lung had been punctured. It was a fatal wound.

At that moment, someone pulled open the large net.

Three burly men gathered around him, pawing through Fang Zhixing's body and looting his money without caring whether he was truly dead.

"Haha, this brat has a money pouch!"

The burly man's eyes lit up as he raised a jingling money pouch.

"How much? How much?" A group of people instantly crowded around, their excitement boiling over.

No one noticed Fang Zhixing laboriously moving his arm toward the cloth bag behind his backside.

Inside the bag was that Great 𫛚 Dove.

Using every last ounce of strength, Fang Zhixing grabbed the bird and, with a crack, snapped its neck.

[2, one eye from each of three different animals (Completed)]

[Requirements for Elite Shooter · Max Level have been met. Upgrade?]

"Yes!"

Fang Zhixing chose to upgrade without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, a warm current surged from the void and poured into his body.

It was the life energy squeezed out of the Horned King Monkey!

Crack crack~

Fang Zhixing's entire body trembled. In a short span of time, his body received immense nourishment, and crackling sounds like beans stir-frying erupted from within him.

The stab wound on his body miraculously healed.

The wounds and bruises on his body vanished at a visible rate.

Even the blood he had lost flowed backward, returning to his body.

His physique also underwent subtle changes.

The muscles on his body became firmer, and his bone density grew more compact as well.

At the same time, Fang Zhixing entered a mysterious, unfathomable state, as though he had fallen into a wondrous dream.

In his dream, he practiced archery ceaselessly. His insights into the bow grew day by day, his understanding deepening until he gradually reached a state of consummate mastery.

[Elite Shooter · Complete]

[Burst Skill: Curving Shot (Lv2)]

[Burst Skill: Armor Break (Lv2)]

[Burst Skill: Throwing (Lv2)]

[Burst Skill: Dynamic Vision (Lv2)]

Good heavens, he had mastered four Burst Skills in one go!

This was the generous reward gained from sacrificing the eyes of three bloodline mutant beasts, along with a Horned King Monkey cub.

[Curving Shot: Fires in an arc]

[Armor Break: Can pierce armor within fifty meters; requires a powerful bow]

[Throwing: In addition to bows and arrows, proficient with throwing weapons such as flying knives, darts, and shuriken]

[Dynamic Vision: The faster an object moves, the more clearly it can be seen]

Abruptly, Fang Zhixing opened his eyes. Within those pitch-black pupils, it seemed as if the image of a demon was reflected.

With a carp leap, he sprang to his feet, suddenly lunged forward, and ran.

"Huh???"

The freckle-faced youth and the others all froze, staring wide-eyed at Fang Zhixing.

After running ten meters, Fang Zhixing came to an abrupt stop, turned around, straightened his body, and raised his bow.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Fang Zhixing drew and fired faster and faster, rapid as a machine gun, releasing nearly two arrows every second.

Pfft pfft pfft~~~

The arrows were incomparably swift—fast, accurate, and vicious—as they buried themselves in one body after another.

One man had an arrow pierce through his eyeball. Another was shot in the throat. One had just raised his chin when an arrow drilled into his mouth...

Five seconds later, ten people had been struck by arrows and fallen in all kinds of positions.

Three remained.

The freckle-faced youth, the burly man holding Skinny Dog, and the burly man holding the money pouch.

At this moment, the three had come back to their senses, but they were still gaping in utter disbelief.

The freckle-faced youth in particular was completely dumbfounded. He had personally stabbed Fang Zhixing. Why wasn't he dead?

Why could he stand up—and even shoot arrows?

"Hahaha, Fang Zhixing, well done!"

Skinny Dog was ecstatic, cheering wildly at this earth-shaking reversal.

Almost at the same time, Skinny Dog's system panel flashed with light.

[Species: Canine]

[Talent: Dog Bond]

[Bloodline: Mane Wolf]

[Bloodline Burst Skill: Venomous Wolf Fang (Each use consumes 1 life)]

[Remaining Lives: 4]

Crack crack crack!

Crackling sounds like beans stir-frying immediately erupted from within Skinny Dog as well. His body grew slightly larger, while his fur became longer and harder.

His shadow wriggled, and three identical little dogs suddenly emerged from it.

The three little dogs ran toward the three men, opened their mouths, and bit their ankles.

"Argh!"

The three men screamed at the same time and looked down. A chunk of flesh had been bitten out of each of their ankles, leaving gaping wounds dripping with blood.

The three of them immediately collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agony as though death would be a mercy.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing put away his bow and arrows and walked over step by step.

He stopped before the freckle-faced youth, drew the dagger he carried with him, and grinned grimly. "Kid, do you know where stabbing a person hurts the most?"

The freckle-faced youth was terrified beyond measure. He could only watch helplessly as Fang Zhixing swung the dagger and stabbed it into the outside of his thigh.

In an instant, unimaginable agony struck him.

The freckle-faced youth felt as if he had fallen into hell. He wished he were dead, and every second felt like a year.

Skinny Dog split into four, surrounding the three men and biting madly, tearing chunks of flesh from their bodies.

A moment later, the three men lay motionless. They clearly would not survive.

The alley was very quiet, and the ground was covered in blood.

Fang Zhixing slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. Looking at the thirteen corpses, his face showed no expression.

Then he calmly began searching the bodies.

Skinny Dog transmitted, "Damn it, the mastermind was that backbreaker from the Chen Family."

Fang Zhixing curled his lip. "We'll go take him out in a bit."