However, before Shu Tong could react,
the arrow turned back again and violently pierced through his body.
"Whoosh—!"
"Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft!"
Just like that, the arrow passed through him seven times in succession, leaving seven bloody holes that went straight through Shu Tong's body.
He stared blankly at Han Xing, raised his right hand, pointed at him, and asked, "Why didn't you... summon any troops...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his body exploded with a "pfft" on the spot!
He turned into a cloud of Blood Mist and dissipated.
The surrounding landscape painting rapidly faded as well.
Even the creatures in the painting that were about to Assault Han Xing vanished in an instant.
This also meant that the battle had ended.
It had ended beyond all expectations, so quickly that it was hard to imagine.
Han Xing had practically ended the enemy with his very first arrow.
Outside, another wave of shocked cries erupted among the watching lords.
"True God above! Killing Star won again!"
"Damn, that was even cleaner this time. He took out his opponent with a single arrow."
"Hahaha! Who was it that said Han Xing would be dragged to death by Shu Tong's Ink Wash Painting? Can you see it now?"
"As expected of Killing Star, and as expected of the organizers. A 99% win rate really means a 99% win rate."
"Yeah... the gap in strength was too great. It was a complete crush!"
Han Xing's performance had been decisive and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
The crowd had not even seen how he attacked before the battle was already over.
Even at the moment of his death, Shu Tong had remained utterly bewildered.
After the battle ended, Han Xing slowly put away the weapon in his hand.
He said speechlessly,