The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 323 - Handmade
Wei Feng raised his bow above his head, he made the other soldiers amazed by his shot. Rarely could ordinary residents do that, even archers. Wei Feng received that admiration with a flowery smile. He hasn't been this happy for a long time. Joining the ranks that escaped, Wei Feng could only see three of his comrades performing.
In his place now Yu Xiong was unceasingly trembling at the sight of those who were killed on the spot. The fear has reappeared. Time passed by so long that the sun was at last directly above them. The sweat on Yu Xiong's forehead was falling down even more. Between his own nervousness or because of the hot weather that burns their skin. The names are called again, he looks left right when the first name is called. One by one advancing to where the archery, not the least of which was trembling while holding the bow, Yu Xiong's nape grew colder as his first name was called.
"Nine. Yuzhan Wang."
Yu Xiong hurriedly turned his head, looking at the called man complaining. Youji who saw his worry said quietly, "Calm down, nothing bad will happen."
"But-"
Their conversation stopped when the next name was called.
"Ten. Jin Youji's."
Youji took a breath, glancing at Yu Xiong once again while nodding convincingly. They're gonna be fine. That's what he wanted to convey. Youji had entered the arrow training arena, he picked up his bow and prepared to pull the arrow. One of the soldiers caught the oddity and immediately stopped the selection with a thunderous shout.
"Selection postponed!"
Kontan all lowered his arrows, looking at the figure that spoke earlier approaching the ten people in front of the arena while carrying weapons. Youji was calm at first, but the calm didn't last long as the iron-handed soldier walked into his place while carrying a weapon. He stopped in front of Youji, watching the man from top to bottom.
"Who brought a cripple like him into the army?!" the main soldier's thunderous voice broke the silence amid an increasingly tense situation. Youji knew this artificial hand would cause trouble, but he didn't expect his imperfections to be insulted in front of everyone like this. "Where are you from?! Who brought him here! Answer it! Or you all must bear the penalty!"
A second later the atmosphere broke out with arguments that blamed each other, no one felt ever carrying or knowing the man the soldier meant.
"If no one answers then I will kill him!"
Youji looked around, no one wanted to raise their hand. Yu Xiong was too afraid to just move. His nervous illness made the young man afraid to raise his face. Youji held onto his arm, the regret coming back. Losing one hand is the biggest injury. Although his left hand can be replaced with a hand made of iron, but the view of people will change towards him. He was nothing more than a cripple and unworthy to be brought into the fight.
"Nobody confessed? All right," the blade of the sword scratched his neck. Youji closed his eyes with his face raised, he did not dare to look forward because the distance of the sword with its neck stem was only a tip of a fingernail. The soldier was about to kill Youji on the spot. But his subordinates immediately held back.
"Someone raised his hand from earlier."
"Who?" The sound of the armor he was wearing sounded heavy, the soldier's body spinning to the right side. It turned out to be true, there he saw a young man raising his hand. Directly staring at the main soldier, the man walked towards him. Tell the others to move away.
"Who allowed you to bring the cripple here?"
"First, don't call him a cripple."
"I'm your boss here. Dare to fight?"
The warrior clasped Xin Chen's neck, his skin feeling cold. It was so cold that it gave him the reflex to remove his neck.
"Bringing a cripple in battle is an unforgivable mistake."
"Who told us to gather twenty men in a matter of hours? Threaten us by burning down entire villages if you disobey them?"
"What's your problem, asshole?" The others are carried away by emotions.
"My problem? There aren't. It was just that we were short of men and were required to gather as many as twenty people. So he volunteered to come along so that our village wouldn't be burned." Xin Chen softened slightly, making the man in front of him grieve. Know the interlocutor does not intend to increase the problem.
The soldier with golden armor came forward, announcing something loudly.
"Participant number ten was not issued. But his equipment will be confiscated during the selection to avoid fraud! No rebuttal or life be a bet!"
Youji could do nothing when his iron fist was seized by two soldiers. They took him somewhere else.
No one can shoot with one hand. Because basically, archery requires one hand to hold a bow and the other to draw arrows. They didn't give Youji any relief. And proceed with the selection as before. They were only given five minutes to shoot. And Youji had three chances to aim.
Everyone stared pityfully at Youji who had not done anything until the three minutes lasted. The man looked pias, he just put on a bitter smile while staring at the floor that would soon be soiled by his blood. While the others were survivors and immediately left the arena. Two people are dead. And in the fourth minute, only Youji was left alone there. Time keeps going. Youji picked up a bow, looking at the people around who seemed to be doubting him.
Youji dared to look at Xin Chen, he was embarrassed, because he had been defended and ended up like this. The man tried to smile.
"We'll be fine" he murmured. Trying to convince himself. Even if he died, Youji did not want to because he Xin Chen was discovered and their mission failed just like that. He would only die in regret.
In the middle of the line, Xin Chen pointed at his mouth. Youji looked at it while thinking what the young man was doing. Until he gets anxious himself telling Youji something he can do.
"Mouth?"
Xin Chen held the soldier next to him, a sword thrust out behind his nape. Xin Chen stopped moving, hoping Youji understood the code.
In the end Youji returned the bow he had once held. Everyone thought the man had given up.
Youji picked up the arrow then put the tip on the mouth. Xin Chen breathed a sigh of relief. After this is just how Youji did it. It all depends on your luck. Come to think of it, archery with such a chaotic balance point would be impossible to save Youji. Plus the time might not be there.
Youji bit the arrow and pulled his bow quietly.