Chapitre 27: It's a real show-stopper
"Uh-uh ah!"
The green-haired youth let out a cry of pain, and his still-fit body was driven by the strength of the arrow, staggering a few steps forward.
The Holy Light Shield lifted on its own, and the green-haired youth turned his head with difficulty, looking incredulously at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder.
"Is there any mistake, shooting me is this accurate?"
Pain and anger made the green-haired youth forget about his damn grace.
He raised his uninjured left arm and made a false grip towards the ceiling above his head.
"O Holy Light that lives forever above spirituality, please heed my call ... Holy Light Baptism!"
As the green-haired youth's chanting ended, a yellowish holy light pierced through the roof of the public hall and struck down directly on the green-haired youth.
A divine aura filled the hall.
The green-haired youth's face, distorted by pain, was replaced by a solemn expression.
He pulled out the arrow without fear of pain, and the wound at his back shoulder was beginning to scab over and stop bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was the advanced skill of the Paladin profession.
Not only did it possess a certain degree of healing and a strong purification effect.
It was also able to inflict Holy Light Strike on hostile creatures within a five meter range around the target.
Initially resolving the pain, the green-haired youth glared angrily at Sean: "Old thing, you're playing with me aren't you!"
Sean was silent, only that his eyes, which were already sharp, abruptly gained a few more points of ferocity.
Another arrow was silently placed on the string.
Ranger Sean, was never a good gentleman with a meek temper.
When he cursed without returning his words, it meant that he was ready to get right down to business.
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, the master of the public house and the other guests hurriedly stopped between the two.
The green-haired youth saw that there was no chance to make a move to retaliate.
Then he angrily said towards the guests, ''As you all can see, this Sean and Galen are obviously colluding. If they are willing to form a team, they should have explained it beforehand, so why bother with the conditions? Isn't this a deliberate attempt to make fun of me!"
Once these words came out, the other guests also felt that Sean and Galen were acquainted with each other.
And it was also true that Sean's two arrows were too obvious in favoritism.
"I said, my arrows don't land in the same place, he didn't get hit just because he was lucky." Sean said.
Regarding his words, not only did the green-haired youth not believe him.
Even most of the guests present, were disbelieving.
The green-haired youth said to the master of the public house, "Mr. Lazar, you are a fair gentleman, as the organizer of this banquet, I hope you can give me a statement."
The public house master glanced at Galen and tentatively asked, "Then, why don't the two of you do it again? It would also be good to dispel Mr. Louis' doubts."
Louis was precisely the name of that green-haired youth.
"Good."
"No problem."
Galen and Sean's answers were surprisingly quick.
"Hey, agreeing so painfully? These two don't look like they have something in mind."
"I do think that these two, indeed, don't have the need to act. After all, if you really want to join anyone's team, it's all up to that Sean's own will, so why make such a scene again."
"I'm looking at the results anyway, this arrow of his, if it's really caught by the one called Galen, I'm going to be convinced."
The guests retreated while discussing. Ceding the field to Sean and Galen once again.
Galen walked to the place where Luis stood before, where he was hit by the arrow.
He didn't cast any skills, but just gave a ready and proper hand gesture towards Sean behind him.
Sean didn't hesitate and skillfully flicked out an arrow from his pouch.
Three fingers pulled the string, and when the bowstring was taut to the extreme, Sean violently let go.
The Rapid Fire skill was born in response.
The arrow left the string with a swoosh, but Galen was indifferent to the arrow, letting it fly past the side of his neck.
"Another empty shot? This Sean's eyes, is there really something wrong with them?"
"I also watched that ring match he had before, his accuracy was indeed ridiculously poor, and it was all because his shooting speed was fast enough that he won the match."
Sean, who was taking out a second arrow from his arrow pouch.
After hearing the comments of the bystanders, his old face suddenly turned red.
He seemed to be very concerned about the questioning of others, in his eyes.
After all, for a ranger who had gotten older.
The physique was already not at its peak, if the eyes were still bad.
Then one could really consider retirement.
Sean, who was holding a fire in his heart, let out a cold snort and slowly closed his eyes.
At the same time, his consciousness tickled a certain mass of transcendent power within his mind.
Intermediate Skill - Mind's Eye Technique!
This was originally a racial skill of the Phantom Phantom Cannibal Flower, but it was mastered by Sean under the popularization of the Skill Scroll.
Using the Mind's Eye Technique allowed Sean to lock onto targets within twenty meters of his surroundings by way of his mental power.
Drawing the bowstring, Sean's arrow, with outstanding speed and strength, as well as extremely high precision, shot towards Galen's left shoulder.
The eyes of the crowd in the arena were not yet able to follow the arrow.
Galen, who was indifferent to the first two shots, suddenly raised his right hand.
This time, he suddenly raised his right hand, circled around the front of his body, and fiercely grabbed at the left rear.
The arrow, which had become a blurry shadow, instantly lost all kinetic energy and was grasped in Galen's hand.
The end of the arrow was still slightly quivering.
"Oh my god, it's really caught?"
"This move of Galen's was used against the White Falcon. I thought he was just overly skillful with his shield, but I didn't expect that he could achieve this effect with his empty hands!"
"This kind of anticipation, this kind of responsiveness ... What kind of skill is this? Can any battle cleric come out and explain?"
"I once heard from a shield guard friend that among the shield guards, there are several basic skills circulating that are extremely difficult to cultivate successfully, and one of them is a skill that can make defense become instinctive ..."
"You're talking about Instinctive Defense, right? I've also heard of this rumor, I thought that a basic skill, even if it's no longer difficult to master, its strength should be limited, I didn't expect it to be this outrageous."
Amidst the crowd of marveling voices, Nicolette was the first to applaud.
Ivo, the master of the public house, and the other guests, also offered warm applause one after another.
From Galen, they saw an extremely exaggerated proficiency.
This proficiency was not only for a certain skill.
Rather, it was geared towards the entire Shield Guard profession.
As fellow adventurers, most of the people present, although they hadn't experienced that era of adventuring that Galen had in the beginning.
But that didn't stop them from feeling admiration for the hard work and effort that Galen had put in behind this proficiency.
"I'm now somewhat regretting that I didn't pick this Galen as a teammate."
"What are you blindly regretting? Can't you see that others, have already bound a Lawgiver teammate in advance."
Paladin Louis did not applaud.
This time, not only his hair, but even his handsome face even turned a little green.
As an elite adventurer, he had never been defeated so completely.
Ignoring the retention of the master of the public hall, Louis picked up his armor but did not take his pride with him as he left the banquet hall with hurried steps.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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