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The assassin was clearly from the organization known as Feng Ting, having followed all the way without finding an opportunity to strike. During the night, the reconnaissance team from Qin State repeatedly disturbed the enemy, making the Zhao Army soldiers very alert. They managed to hold out until dawn when the Qin Army troops broke in. Luzi had many guards around him, making it impossible to charge directly in. Fortunately, with the help of the Qin Army crossbowmen, he found an opportunity to act. He stripped a fallen Qin soldier of his military uniform and blended in among the Qin soldiers on the roof, taking advantage of the chaos to shoot arrows.
Initially thinking he could escape after succeeding, he soon realized that the main road was filled with Qin Army troops, leaving no way out. He then headed towards the back of the village, hoping to leave through the rear mountain. Just as he felt pleased with himself, he was surprised to see someone pursuing him. Turning around, he saw that there was only one pursuer, and his heart finally relaxed.
Wang Jian had no intention of telling him that he was not Feng Ting; he decided to let Huayang Jun take the blame for this mess. Directly killing the target seemed pointless; capturing him alive would be better. "None of that matters; what matters is that you can't escape now. Take my advice and surrender!"
Upon hearing that his opponent wanted to persuade him to surrender, the assassin couldn't help but burst into laughter. Tears streamed down his face as he looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath. "The crossbows of Qin State are unmatched! As a swordsman, I've always wanted to compare skills with you. Feng Ting! If you have guts, put down your crossbow and let’s see who is better with swords!"
Wang Jian waved his hand and replied, "We're not on equal terms, but I might consider your suggestion!" After saying this, he raised his crossbow and gently placed it on the ground. Reaching for his sword, he suddenly realized there was only a scabbard at his waist.
The assassin would not miss such an opportunity; he drew his bow and nocked an arrow in one swift motion. The arrow flew from the bowstring in an instant.
Wang Jian then remembered that he had left his sword in the courtyard and had forgotten to pick it up in his haste. He intended to bend down and grab the crossbow on the ground when suddenly he felt a piercing sensation in his gut. He quickly pushed off the ground with his right hand and dodged as an arrow brushed past his ear.
The assassin clearly had no intention of giving anyone a chance; as he charged forward, he fired two arrows in quick succession to force Wang Jian back. He had made up his mind that as long as he prevented his opponent from getting that crossbow, it would be a victory for him. After shooting the arrows, he effortlessly slung his bow over his back and drew his sword. With a push off his feet, he positioned himself between Wang Jian and the crossbow.
Wang Jian looked at the crossbow he had carelessly dropped on the ground and couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Did you not say you wanted to duel with swords? Why are you still using arrows!?"
The assassin held his sword horizontally and sneered, "Guardians are always the first to die! Don't you know? It's most important to stay alive! Understand!?"
Hearing this, Wang Jian sighed deeply. "You are destined to lose; truly!"
With death looming over him, why was there so much chatter? The assassin said nothing more and lunged forward with his sword. Seeing that Wang Jian barely dodged, he immediately struck with three swift blows. "Come here! Today I will cleanse my master's door!"
Wang Qian casually picked up a small tree to block the sword's edge, retreating repeatedly until he was stopped by the cliff. Looking at the remaining half of the branch in his hand, he sighed, "Damn it! Scoundrel!"
The assassin, seeing that his opponent had nowhere to retreat, laughed and said, "I never claimed to be a gentleman! Die!" With that, he distractedly thrust his sword but found the tip veering off course, plunging straight into the rock opposite him. As he adjusted his stance, the sword's momentum shifted to a horizontal slash toward Wang Qian's left.
At this moment, Wang Qian was unarmed and was once again forced to retreat by the assassin. However, he retreated in the wrong direction, not toward the exit but deeper inside. This was unavoidable; after all, the assassin still had a bow and arrows. Even if he escaped through the exit, he wouldn't get far and would be in even greater danger. As long as they fought at close range, the assassin's ranged weapon would be ineffective. His crossbow was left behind inside; as long as he had a chance to retrieve it, he could turn the tide!
The assassin clearly understood this situation and repeatedly tried to correct Wang Qian's retreat path but was always countered. The continuous ineffective attacks made him feel a bit anxious. He had used all the powerful moves he had learned; repeating them would eventually lead to exhaustion. As he thrust again and lost his target, he was momentarily distracted when a shadow suddenly approached. He barely had time to turn his head to dodge but still got hit hard on the forehead.
As dust flew up, the assassin quickly realized he had been struck by a clod of dirt. He hurriedly closed his eyes to avoid being blinded and jumped back while drawing a defensive sword flourish. Despite his quick reflexes, he still felt sand in his eyes. The worst thing in combat is losing sight of your opponent; fearing a sneak attack from his adversary, he swung his sword repeatedly while retreating. Taking advantage of this moment, he squeezed out tears to restore his vision. Once he steadied himself and took a defensive stance, he focused on locating his target.
Wang Qian remained calm and composed, smiling as he looked at the assassin who had retreated fifty paces. "You should just surrender! Continuing to resist is pointless!"
The assassin saw Wang Qian at the same time and noticed the crossbow in his hand. Earlier, he had been too focused to realize that Wang Qian wasn't carrying a quiver of arrows. This meant that 'Feng Ting' only had one bolt installed on his crossbow at that moment. Having discovered this flaw early on, why should he be afraid?
The Qin State crossbow was powerful; as long as he avoided that one shot, there would be no further danger. The assassin confirmed once more that there was no quiver hanging from Wang Qian's waist and stealthily planted his right foot firmly while lifting his left foot slightly to prepare for a sidestep dodge. Once ready, he couldn't help but taunt, "Huayang Jun! Not even bringing a spare quiver? Isn't that a bit arrogant?"
Upon hearing this remark, Wang Qian held up the crossbow with his right hand and felt around his waist with his left hand only to realize that he indeed hadn't brought a quiver. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he chuckled foolishly and said, "Well then! You really called it!"
The assassin threw back his head and laughed heartily, gesturing for him to hurry up. "Come on! Shoot that arrow quickly so we can settle this!"
Wang Qian sighed and shook his head before suddenly asking, "Have you thought this through?"
The assassin naturally had no hesitation; he patted the quiver at his waist to indicate it was fully stocked with ammunition. "Hurry up! I still need to report back!"
Wang Jian carefully examined his opponent and acknowledged, "Alright then! Since your right leg is firmly planted, you intend to dodge to the left. In that case, I'll just shoot your right leg!" Before he finished speaking, the arrow he shot had already accurately hit its target. The force of the shot was so strong that as the arrow struck the target's thigh, it sent the body rolling away.
What is initial velocity? This must be it!
Wang Jian stepped forward to pick up the Bronze Sword that had been thrown aside on the path, then approached the assassin to see that only a small portion of the arrow's tail was visible. The arrow wound had caused a comminuted fracture in the target's thigh bone, meaning that even if it healed, the person would be left disabled! He used the tip of his sword to sever the bowstring in front of the assassin's chest and said, "My lack of supply arrows is not a display of arrogance. I simply believe that one arrow is enough to deal with you!"
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