But Yu Lin Bloodhawk's shooting skills were now far above those of elite dungeon monsters. Why? Oh, heavens! You still didn't get it? With two bona fide big bosses teaching him so carefully, he would have been too ashamed to face anyone if he hadn't become an expert. He simply didn't realize it himself.
So the Elves were stunned, and the Orcs were frightened.
Was he Pseudo-Legendary? The rookie Elf recruits of the Bloodhawk Burning Legion couldn't tell the difference between Pseudo-Legendary and Legendary. After a brief pause, they burst into cheers.
Although the Orcs could tell he hadn't reached Legendary rank yet, the power of that arrow rivaled an attack from a professional at the very peak of the advanced rank.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk posed far too great a threat.
The dead Orc had been one of the stronger Blademasters in their group. His armor had also been among their best. Yet a single arrow-just one-had blasted him apart, leaving no intact corpse.
Clang... The pieces of the Orc Warrior that had flown into the air landed on the ground.
His helmet and limbs made only dull thuds when they landed, since they still contained flesh and severed body parts. Only the breastplate clanged. The Arcane Magic energy had exploded inside it, blasting out all the flesh and leaving nothing but an empty shell of plate armor.
Everyone turned to look at the mangled armor.
The arrow was still lodged in the breastplate, but its shaft had been blown apart. Only the arrowhead remained embedded in the plate.
Boom! Another deafening explosion rang out.
The final energy burst from Explosive Shot blew that excellent-grade piece of plate armor into fragments, giving both the Orcs and the Elves another tremendous fright.
"Fuck!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk let loose another classic Chinese