Stephania stared her eyes round. "What's going on? How could she aim at me directly? An invisibility cloak fault? It's impossible! So how did she see me? She is clearly just a muggle, no mana at all, and impossible to use any magic to find me!
Accident! Yes, it must be an accident! She might not even notice the airflow, just casually chose a direction to try her luck and fortunately got right this side. Oh, stupid muggle! OK, you aimed north, so what? The north so broad, I just a single person, how can your aimless shot hit me!"
"Besides, my station is also very particular." Stephania regained her confidence. Forest trees are leafy, but the density is variably distributed. Stephania was standing in the most sparse-leaved place at the moment, surrounded by almost no leaves.
The first reason to choose here is for a good view. Second, an invisibility cloak can only shield the vision but not eliminate the entity. If you hide in the dense branches, the leaves will be touched and deformed, resulting in a clue. Finally, people usually hide as much as possible, so she did the opposite, which could be unexpected. "She's definitely not going to shoot me!"
Antonia, pulling the bow, was explaining to God why she knew the target was in the south but was shooting north - it looked like she was seeking death. "In fact, I have a total of 30 arrows. First, I shoot 28 to the north to induce the enemy to relax its vigilance. The last two are the real killing."
God grudgingly accepted this statement.
"But it's so broad to the north. Where am I going to shoot?" Antonia began to think again, "If I shoot an arrow in a tree, I'll have to recycle it, or I can't explain why. So, I have to choose a good position to ensure that my arrows shot out of the end of the earth and can never get back. "
Antonia glanced around and smiled when she saw an empty place with few leaves. "That's it! Shooting there, even God won't find it!"
Stephania was startled when she saw Antonia smile at her. "Wh…What's going on? Why does she suddenly smile at me? Does she see me? It's impossible! But she can't laugh at the air for no reason … so proudly, so wretchedly, so arrogantly!
Calm down, Stephania, calm down! It's a trick! She pretends to see me and tries to trick me out ... but f**k! Her arrow's pointing at my nose! Must have seen me! What to do? Flee? No, she's staring at me! To flee is bound to be noisy, no better than jumping out on my own! And she has no reason to find me! Fake! It must be fake!"
Stephania prayed in her heart: "Fake fake fake fake fake. It's all pretending. It's all mystification. She's definitely not going to shoot here."
Arrow shot, Stephania got hit.
As Trophy's dark witch, she certainly wouldn't get hurt by muggles' arrows. The arrow bounced away from her protective magic. But her position was also evident now.
Stephania felt deadly cold. "All over …" She was ready to get killed.
However, the expected attack did not occur. Stephania hesitated first, then suddenly woke up, wielding her mana, rapidly shuttled in the trees, leading to sibilant branches, as if a strong wind was passing by.
Antonia was also in a mixed feeling. When Stephania was shot out, she almost jumped up in shock. "God damn it! Having planned so carefully, how could I hit it? Shouldn't you be hiding south? It's over, my suicide business, a complete failure."
Yet the scene she expected, where Elian brashly destroys the enemy, did not appear. She looked back, only to find Elian also looking at her in a dazed way.
"So … why not launch your attack?"
Elian looked ashamed and whispered: "Didn't expect you to find him so soon …"
Antonia's psywar with Stephania was in only a minute. In the perspective of onlooker Elian, Antonia just stood up, sensed the airflow for a while, aimed her arrow at the north, adjusted a little direction, then shot and hit Stephania. The whole process was so natural and smooth.
Although Elian came up with the plan, he never thought Antonia would find Stephania. Even if she encounters the lucky one in thousandths, it should be a dozen of shots later. How could it be a one-shot hit? So he didn't even have time to grab his sword. "Does it mean that ... you saw it?"
Stephania, fleeing among the trees, was also all ears when she heard the question.
"No." Antonia shook her head.
"Then how did you hit it in one shot?"
"Probably … by chance?" Antonia said bitterly. {Tried so hard to avoid but still hit. Why am I so freaking lucky!}
"I see." Elian did not doubt it but looked more ashamed. It was him that put up the idea, but also him that hindered it. Antonia's luck burst over-completed the almost impossible task, only to get wasted by his negligence. Elian felt he was the most disgraceful knight of Hagenes. "One more time. I'll definitely grab the chance to kill it!" Elian said forcefully.
"Well, I'll try." Antonia also strained her face. {No more hits, please!}
Stephania, who was on the run, was a little skeptical but could only think of this option; otherwise, she couldn't explain it at all. "Probably just lucky. Then nothing to worry about! Nobody can be lucky twice!"
Then Stephania pondered, "Where to hide next?" The noise of her shuttling through the woods can quickly reveal her general direction. "There is!"
Wielding mana, she agitated a wind, blowing the nearby leaves to be sibilant, covering up her path, and then shuttled all the way back to her original position. "She certainly won't believe I'd dare go back to where I was! Hahahaha, let's see this time how you can guess me out!"
When the wind stopped, Antonia raised her bow, preparing the second shot. However, she was very uncertain about where to aim the arrow at, afraid of only another one-shot hit. After a moment of hesitation, she looked at the sparse leaves: "That guy will certainly not be silly enough to go back to the original place! No problem! Rest assured! It's all right!"
Making up her mind, Antonia quickly gave a shot and hit the confident Stephania again.
Stephania: "…"
Antonia: "…"
Both: "F**k!"
"How come? So fast again?" They also both heard Elian's exclamation again.
Stephania was the first to react and ran away again.
Antonia looked at Elian and found that he was still empty-handed and did not hold a sword. "So … you missed the chance … again?"
Elian raised his hand and slapped himself. Undoubtedly missed again. His sword was stored in the magic ring. It had taken him a lot of effort to take out the powder from the ring, let alone now in the Eros' fog, mind filled with R18 stuff. To take a sword that is much larger than the powder, of course, means much more time. He thought that since Antonia was just lucky, she would not find the enemy again; even if she does, it should be many shots later, during which he could take the sword leisurely. Who knows, it could be even quicker than last time?
"You … really can't see it?" Elian couldn't help asking.
"No! I … really can't see it!" Antonia lamented.
"So how did you find it twice in a consecution?"
{I also want to know how I made it! }
Antonia didn't know how to answer. How could she say that she didn't want any hits but still unexpectedly hit instead? {However, I must say something, or it may mislead the enemy to think I'm a hidden powerhouse, become afraid, and retreat.}
So she replied, "I thought that the enemy might think that, I wouldn't think that, he would hide at the original position. So I shoot there as a try."
Stephania, who was on the run, patted herself on the head. "That's it! I thought she was on the first floor, and I was on the second floor, but she was on the third floor! This guy, though being a muggle, is undistainable!"
"That's right." Elian nodded. Twice the shame imposed him with extreme resentment, so he gnashed his teeth, immediately took out the sword, and hold it in his hands. "Well, there's definitely no more misses. The next time you find it, it's dead!"
On Antonia's forehead suddenly oozed out some cold sweat. The instantly increasing pressure had her hand even more unstable to hold the bow. {God bless me no more hits! Big brother or big sister, be awesome, please! Don't get shot again!}
Stephania's thought was also very tangled. Actually, she was terrified, eager to hide far away, waiting for the Eros' fog to occupy Elian's mind and then come over. "But it's too late to wait until then! Weimann will finally lose self-control and start to look for some bimbos for sex, and just around him, there is a hot huntress, who will naturally detonate everything out of control! And no shares of his power will ever be mine!
To kill Trophy's hierarch, Weimann must be at least two levels more powerful than me. If missing this opportunity, I'll never get a better or even equal one! Tonight is arguably the only chance for my power to soar. I can't bear to give up. Can't bear to!"
"Whatever, I'm all in!" Stephania gnashed, "Live or die, just fight!"
At the same time, Antonia, holding the bow, was with exactly the same idea: {Live or die, just fight!}
Stephania, raising winds, moving and shuttling everywhere, "Where should I hide?"
Antonia stood up and looked around, {Where should I shoot?}
Stephania: Not safe to hide anywhere.
Antonia: Not safe to shoot anywhere.
Stephania: Have to find a place she'll never shoot.
Antonia: Have to find a place she'll never hide.
Stephania's eyes were turning and looking around. Antonia was having thousands of thoughts and ideas running in mind. Under such pressure, both sides sweated coldly.
All of a sudden.
Stephania & Antonia: Got it!
Stephania: I can fly over them and hold myself in the air! This huntress is nothing more than a muggle. How would she know we witches' magic? She must think I can only stand in a tree as she does and will never expect that I'm over her head!
Antonia: It's not safe to shoot any tree, then don't shoot any at all! Shoot into the sky! Can't it go up there! If it can, why not go in the first place, but hide in a tree?
Stephania & Antonia: That's it! With such a genius idea, how can I possibly fail!
Stephania rushed into the air and settled there with magic. Antonia aimed at the sky and let her arrow go.
Pa! Hit.
Stephania & Antonia: … F**k your family all!
Antonia almost cried out of her blood. {What's f**king wrong with you at all! You must be deliberately hitting my arrow!}
Stephania almost cried out of her eyeballs. "You bitch liar! Absolutely liar! Must have seen me! Deliberately pretend as if you can't! Shameless! Mean! Brazen!"
But the next moment, neither of them had any more complaints. It was Elian's time now.
He gently waved his sword, fluttering, as if he were performing a sword dance, rather than killing the enemy. Yet with his gentle action, an intense light bloomed out of the sword and straight into the sky, split apart the Eros' fog, and cut on Stephania's body.
Stephania's pupils contracted sharply. She urged the whole body's mana to fight against it but couldn't delay the light for a single second.
The sword light, like a hot knife cutting beef tallow, cut off Stephania's body protection spell, cut off the invisibility cloak, cut off the flesh, and then blasted. The night was illuminated as daytime. The airwaves rushed in all directions, sweeping away the surrounding red fog.
The next moment, a body fell from the air and heavily to the ground.