Bone Arrow

Since players wouldn't actually die after being killed and would only resurrect then and again, some intelligent and merciless individuals thought of a method to punish their enemies to the full extent.

And that method was, of course, to imprison them inside a strong chamber and then kill them with every method in all existence. In the process, the victims would drop their items and their experience points would go down drastically, causing their levels to drop a few times. In the end, once a player experienced such cruelties, they would immediately go broke and mentally broken. Only the medicine from the Game Tower could save them.

And right now, this kind of cruelty was about to befall Vi. Hearing the order of their vice-captain, those men riding on the white stallion were all agitated as each and everyone of them roared furiously, preparing to make a move. They couldn't wait to drag this arrogant brat before them into the guild's chamber.

"Die, you bastard!"

But before they do that, naturally, they would try all means possible to torture this brat. Some of them even prepared the healing potions so as to feed them to Vi later to avoid killing him right away. As long as possible, they wanted to see his face crying and begging for mercy while they trampled over his face on the ground.

Swoosh!

From four directions, four men rushed towards Vi with their spears and horses. It appeared like they trained for some time to make this formation as refined as could be.

But there was a flaw that Vi could see from these men. First of all, they only sent four of them while there were about twenty, a sign that they looked down on him. Secondly, although the formation that these four men created appeared to be imposing and with precision to some extent, they were driven by their madness, holding down the quality and capability of their formation to a great degree.

Seeing these flaws, Vi could only shake his head slowly as he knew well how easily he could make a counter against it.

"Slave number 4, it's time to avenge yourself. Go and deal with them for me." Vi then sighed, boredom could be seen emanating from his eyes.

As if a desperate and dying man who had been given a chance to live, Pablo, the bow user who was now the so-called slave number 4, had suddenly turned lively and full of energy. There was no change of expression that could be seen from him though.

In any case, shortly after his master's command, slave number 4 grabbed his bow to point it at one of the enemies and used his mana to create an arrow to load the bow. But when he was about to stretch the string and make a move, his master suddenly spoke.

"Wait, use this arrow instead," In Vi's hand, there was a single arrow similar to a bone. It was bone-white and appeared to be old and ragged. It was even doubtful whether it could kill a rabbit or if it would immediately break upon making contact with its target.

But without having a mind to reject, slave number 4 quickly got the bone arrow. He didn't delay a single second and he quickly loaded the bone arrow and stretched the string of the bow to the fullest. Aiming at one of the four men rushing at them, he then released the arrow.

On the other hand, the man who was being targeted by slave number 4, only grinned widely. He even snorted at the other party in a cold manner, knowing the extent of his capability.

He knew Pablo well. And not even once did the other party defeat him on 1v1. He could easily parry his arrows with his skill and it would be a sure win once he got enough distance.

As such, he couldn't help but deem the brat before him ridiculous for using Pablo against him. But what else could he expect from the arrogant and incompetent little bastard? He could tell that the best thing that this brat could do was to delay his eminent beatings.

Swoosh!

The bone arrow was finally released, flinging towards its target extremely fast.

On the other hand, the man who was being aimed at was taken by surprise as he failed to react on time. Before he could use his skill: Parry, or do anything against it, the arrow had already arrived before him. It directly pierced through his chest, agitating the white stallion he was riding on as its movement came to a sudden halt. Even his horse felt a menacing danger as it refused to go onwards anymore.

After a second, the man just fell from his horse, dropping dead to the ground. Everyone other than Vi was taken aback by the sudden event. The formation was easily broken by the fall of one of these men as the other three who were part of creating the formation stopped their horses to see how their comrade was.

Only to see his body slowly turning into ashes the next instant, leaving only his equipment and the items that were dropped from his Inventory.

"..."

The sudden occurrence was way so fast that people in the area didn't know how to react. Those men had just managed to make a few steps forward and their formation was easily broken and one of them immediately died just like that?

Silence took place the crowd still doubting their eyes for such incredulity. Just what had happened? No matter how their eyes went wide, and no matter how they scratched them to their hardest, they could only see the same thing again and again. Did that guy really die in one hit? When did Pablo become so strong?

No, should they really credit it to Pablo?

All the people in the area who witnessed the unbelievable occurrence earlier had a sudden realization as all their gazes fell on the brat who they didn't take seriously earlier.

But why was it that when they looked at him again, they felt that he had just become a completely different person? He was exuding an unfathomable aura, giving them a menacing feeling of loss and fear. Just who on earth was this brat for real? Did they just offend a wrong person this time?

Right now, even if these people wanted to go on and attack the brat before them, their bodies were just refusing to move. Even their horses were hesitating to go forward as their instinct was telling them to run away instead.

"What are you all doing? Why are you all staring stupidly in the midair?! Hurry up and kill this brat at once!"

It was at this moment that Cardo, who was first to regain his composure, suddenly roared. No, he didn't just roar, but he also used his skill: Roaring Lion so as to snap his men awake from their stupor.