They're Charging!

The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Fan darted out from the grass. Holding the bow in his left hand and nocking an arrow with his right, he drew the bowstring taut in an instant. His movements were smooth and fluid, as if he had practiced them thousands of times.

Before the crowd could even react, a sharp, piercing screech tore through the air as the arrow shot forward!

More than eighty meters away, a Wasteland Wolf was devouring its prey with its back turned to them. In the next split second, a flash of arrow light arrived. The arrow spun furiously, piercing straight through its back to its very end!

The arrow burst through the Wasteland Wolf's soft underbelly and plunged deep into the grass, pinning the pack leader firmly to the ground.

An agonizing whimper rang out, causing the remaining wolves to lift their heads in unison. Some had even detected Chen Fan the moment he showed himself.

But it was already too late.

"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"

Three more whistling sounds followed in rapid succession!

"Thud! Thud!"

Crisp sounds echoed as three more Wasteland Wolves collapsed into pools of blood. At this distance, even ordinary armor would be as flimsy as paper, let alone a few wolves.

"What?!" Gao Yang's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gasped.

The others didn't even understand what was happening. The wolf pack also seemed startled by this sudden turn of events. They stared at the corpses of their companions on the ground, low growls escaping their throats.

Chen Fan was panting heavily, sweat pouring down like rain. His left arm, holding the longbow, trembled uncontrollably, as if his hands no longer belonged to him. Drawing an eighty-pound bow and performing a rapid four-shot sequence was indeed too forced.

But he had no choice. If he was the one making the battle plan, he absolutely could not allow any slip-ups in his own link. Of course, it wasn't over yet!

Seeing the 40 experience points he had just received, Chen Fan's mind stirred: *Allocate points!*

Eight experience points instantly vanished. In its place, a warm current flowed through his entire body, dispersing nearly half of his fatigue. His hands regained sensation, and his heartbeat gradually slowed. His constitution had grown stronger.

*Continue!*

Another 16 experience points evaporated, and an even stronger warm current surged. His fatigue was mostly gone. Not only that, but his muscles also became tighter and firmer. It wasn't just his constitution; his strength had also increased significantly!

Chen Fan didn't have time to check the changes in his Taiji Form after two consecutive level-ups, nor did he have the leisure to care about his proficiency in Basic Archery after that rapid four-shot sequence. He placed another arrow on the string, aiming straight at another Wasteland Wolf.

The wolf seemed to sense the danger and instinctively tried to retreat. Yes, it didn't dare to charge forward; it was terrified. But it was still too late. In the next instant, an arrow pierced through its skull, sinking more than halfway into its head.

"Howl!"
"Howl!"

The wolf pack finally reacted. Ferocious glints flickered in their eyes as they stared at Chen Fan, the lone archer.

"Watch out! They're trying to charge through!" Chen Guodong shouted anxiously, being the second to spring to his feet.

Immediately after, *rustle, rustle, rustle*, seven or eight burly men emerged from the grass. A forest of spears rose, cold tips gleaming under the sun. Seeing this, the remaining Wasteland Wolves took a step back in unison. If they could speak, they would probably ask a soul-searching question: *When on earth did these humans get right under our noses?*

But the nightmare wasn't over.

"Swoosh!"

Almost as soon as the whistling sound rang out, another Wasteland Wolf collapsed. The original pack of eleven was now down to less than half. The remaining five looked at each other and collectively decided to tuck their tails and run.

"This..."

The men, who had been ready to face the enemy, all wore highly colorful expressions. What was this? They thought the beasts would fight to the death, and their hands had been sweating from gripping their short spears, only for the wolves to flee so miserably?

"Phew..." Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief, his right arm hanging limply.

This time, he had truly reached his limit. However, even if those wolves had charged, he wouldn't have been afraid. Counting the two he had just shot down, his experience points had reached 36. Upgrading his Taiji Form once more wouldn't be difficult.

However, although these beasts lacked intelligence, their instinct to seek safety and avoid danger was very strong. All in all, he was very satisfied with the current results.

"Hiss." Baldy sucked in a breath of cold air and turned to Chen Fan mechanically. "Xiao Fan, is this what you meant by 'at most shooting four'?"

"Even though I dropped out of school early, I can still tell the difference between four and six," Gao Yang said profoundly. He felt his previous worry had been entirely in vain; there had been no chance for them to make a move at all.

"Xiao Fan, you're too strong! You shot down half the pack by yourself. With this capability, why did we even need to leave the Barbaric Bull behind and take a detour earlier?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan smiled wryly. "It wasn't exactly pointless. If we hadn't done that, once we actually engaged within a hundred meters, I could have shot down two at most. After that, we would have had to fight in close quarters, which is too risky."

"True." The crowd shuddered.

"Guodong, looks like you have a successor." Baldy looked at Chen Fan's father, his voice tinged with envy.

Chen Guodong said nothing, but pride was evident in his eyes. Exquisite archery, a calm mind—he only lacked a bit of experience; otherwise, he might be even more suited to lead the hunting team. He also realized that everyone's trust in Chen Fan was steadily growing.

"Alright, don't just stand there dazed. We can talk when we get home. Quickly clean up these wolves. As for that Barbaric Bull, I don't know how much meat is left, but we can still eat it if we cook it."

In these times, having meat to eat was already a blessing; who cared if it had been gnawed on by wolves? Everyone began to busy themselves, as the thick stench of blood would soon attract other fierce beasts.

Chen Fan stood in place, taking deep gulps of air.

"Xiao Fan, can you still hold up? Should I carry you back?" Chen Guodong asked with concern.

Chen Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm fine, Dad. I'll be good after a short rest."

Chen Guodong looked slightly embarrassed. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled. "This time, you did very well." With that, he walked quickly ahead.

Chen Fan smiled. Getting direct praise from his usually silent and taciturn father was truly not easy.

"Right, what is the status of my Taiji Form now?" He hurriedly looked at his attribute interface.