This change might seem minor, but for a top-tier hard crossbow designed to annihilate targets at a hundred meters, it’s fatal.
At this moment, he didn’t even dare to guarantee that if someone appeared behind that rock, he could hit them with precision.
So, he decided to leave this spot and advance from another location.
Just as he prepared to descend from the tree and leave.
Hiding behind the rock, Tian Yixin once again used a stick to push his hat out.
But this time, there was no response.
Tian Yixin felt a surge of joy, knowing he finally had the opportunity.
Just now, he had roughly deduced the crossbowman’s location through the straw hat shot into the distance.
Seeing the opportunity arise, Tian Yixin sprang up without hesitation from behind the rock.
In mid-air, he saw Wan Ying descending the tree in the distance.
Their eyes met through the layers of rain.
Wan Ying didn’t hesitate for a moment, clamping his legs around the tree trunk, raised the mechanical crossbow, and pulled the trigger at Tian Yixin in mid-air.
The entire action was fluid, without the slightest delay.
In fact, this remote assassination team from the Separation Tower was built with an abundance of gold and silver.
Take Wan Ying, for example, who trained at least a thousand times a day, and just the consumption of crossbow arrows was an astonishing number, not to mention the rest.
Such rigorous training honed their superb archery skills.
For instance, Wan Ying’s aiming and shooting motion had become muscle memory, deeply imprinted in his mind.
Under normal circumstances, this arrow would certainly hit its target.
But an accident occurred at this moment.
Water droplets condensing on the crossbow string caused uneven tension, and the soaked arrow feathers made the arrow’s trajectory unstable.
Thus, the arrow that was supposed to hit Tian Yixin directly only grazed past him.
Nonetheless, Tian Yixin was startled.
The sound of the crossbow arrow flying past was so terrifying that it made even Tian Yixin’s hair flutter.
But Tian Yixin was no slouch.
Having been stuck behind the rock for so long, finally having a chance to strike, Tian Yixin naturally wouldn’t let it go.
With a light tap on the rock, he charged toward Wan Ying.
Wan Ying was shocked, knowing things were going awry, just as he was leaping down from the tree to flee, Tian Yixin had already arrived.
"Die for me!" Tian Yixin shouted, delivering a palm strike.
Actually, Tian Yixin’s skills were quite formidable, especially given his age, he was filled with potential.
In comparison, Wan Ying was much less skilled.
These people spent most of their time practicing archery, their close combat skills were quite ordinary.
Therefore, under this palm strike, Wan Ying couldn’t evade and got hit directly on the back.
Bang.
Wan Ying flew out like a kite with a broken string, spewing blood in mid-air.
By the time he hit the ground, he was already lifeless.
Tian Yixin walked closer, checked briefly, and confirmed that Wan Ying was indeed dead, then bent down to pick up the mechanical crossbow on the ground.
"This is a good piece, I’ll give it to Junior Brother Ya later, he’ll surely like it," Tian Yixin said with a smile, feeling triumphant.
Just then, an inexplicable fear surged in Tian Yixin’s heart.
It was as if a fierce tiger suddenly appeared behind him.
Tian Yixin’s reaction was swift; he didn’t even have time to stand, so he lunged forward, throwing himself out.
Even so, he felt a great force strike him from behind, shaking his internal organs.
Pfft.
Tian Yixin gritted his teeth, yet still spat out half a mouthful of blood.
After landing, he turned around and saw a group of people in the distance.
Leading them was someone Tian Yixin recognized as Luo Congkuan from North Canglong.
Seeing him, Tian Yixin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smirked slightly.
"I wondered who it was. Turns out it’s Elder Luo. What? Can’t stay at North Canglong any longer, so you’ve come to Separation Tower to be their lapdog?"
Luo Congkuan’s face darkened, "You sharp-tongued brat, I was going to end your life swiftly to spare you pain, but now it seems you must be taught a lesson first."
While they were speaking, many people emerged from behind the trees and bushes.
These stern-faced individuals gathered beside Tian Yixin, forming a standoff against Luo Congkuan and his people.
But the problem was that Luo Congkuan led the elite of North Canglong, while Tian Yixin’s side was just a group of ordinary disciples, the gap in skill was vast, thus their momentum was heavily suppressed.
Despite this, Tian Yixin showed no sign of fear, instead, he nonchalantly said to Luo Congkuan opposite him.
"Alright, let’s see what tricks you, a lapdog, have up your sleeve."
"Courting death!"
Luo Congkuan was visibly displeased, pointing a finger.
"Bring him to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an elder beside Luo Congkuan immediately charged out.
The previous palm strike aimed at Tian Yixin had been delivered by this person, but he didn’t expect Tian Yixin to survive, escaping his grasp.
This made him furious, feeling his reputation was at stake.
After all, considering his status and skill, failing to deal with a junior from South Canglong was indeed unacceptable.
So upon hearing Luo Congkuan’s command, he was the first to charge forward, ready to "regain his honor."