Earth’s Best Gamer

“That’s a beautiful poem. Who is it?”

“He’s using a spear, so I assume that he’s a warrior of some sort.”

“He rides a wonderful horse with four white hooves with an eagle on his shoulder. Is he from Mongolia?”

Several third-batch logistics players and some non-combative female players discussed among themselves.

“It’s him!”

However, Su Nongying, who was very familiar with the Water Margin, had recognized the person and became pleasantly surprised.

Yes, it was a Water Margin hero and an incredible one.

Quite a few heroes in the Water Margin were spear experts, but not many were good at using bows. The only one who was good at both and dressed in this way was the ninth Heavenly Spirit, a.k.a the Hero Star, Hua Rong the Little Li Guang!

“But… how?”

She was perplexed at the same time.

As the exemplary archer in the Water Margin, Hua Rong had as many military gains as Gongsun Sheng. Just like Zhao Yun, he was known to be an undefeatable commander.

Moreover, in terms of popularity, Hua Rong was far beyond Gongsun Sheng and Lu Junyi and was no less popular than Wu Song and Lu Zhishen.

Such a hero was sure to be a Perfect one.

“Why would he choose a Superior offering?”

Su Nongying’s mouth fell open. What a surprise.

“We’ve found him.”

Outside the Temple of Providence, Ji Ye also recognized Hua Rong from the poem.

He wasn’t as bewildered as Su Nongying was. He figured it out immediately because the last time he went offline, he gained some inside information from Director Zhou.

Instead of going to the settlement Song Jiang was in, Hua Rong chose to go to the Breeze Fort, where his own men belonged. However, that settlement had been taken by the alien race, and Hua Rong had been fighting strenuously together with dozens of players and natives.

It was obvious that he could no longer save that settlement and had failed. Because judging by the level of the offering, Hua Rong had already been “downgraded” by the land of inheritance.

But, theoretically, although Hua Rong had lost the memory of his life after he died, because of the connection, there was still a high chance that he would follow Song Jiang.

Or, like Ninth Uncle back then, Hua Rong could answer the summons of an alien settlement, using the offering dropped by himself.

Why would he come to the Twin Dragon Island so urgently?

“Well, maybe…”

Ji Ye looked up at the live stream in the sky.

A Liao warrior with blue eyes and a yellow beard drew his ox horn bow, and the arrow went through three soldiers of Wang Qing’s army in a row before hitting an Extraordinary assistant general in the throat.

The man was called “Tianshan Yong”, a famous archer in the Water Margin. He had shot Zhang Qing in the throat once, and An Daoquan’s excellent medical skill was the only reason that Zhang Qing had been able to survive.

Hua Rong had chosen to come to the Twin Dragon Island after he lost his memory probably because the Invisible Bow came from Pang Wanchun.

While Hua Rong was nicknamed Little Li Guang, Pang Wanchuan’s nickname was Little Yang Youji.

Hua Rong was a Heavenly Spirit of Liangshan, and Pang Wanchuan was a general of Fang La, who had killed a lot of Liangshan members.

In many aspects, the two men were born archenemies.

Pang Wanchun paid little attention to other members of Liangshan, Guan Sheng included. Hua Rong was the only exception. Pang Wanchun had mentioned that he wanted a shooting competition against him.

But for various reasons, the competition never took place, and people were still arguing which of the two was a better archer.

Now that Pang Wanchun had died in the Battlefield of Providence, this sacrificial ritual would probably become the only opportunity that the two of them could fight against each other.

And that was probably the reason why Hua Rong had responded first.

As for taking a challenge beyond his level, it didn’t necessarily mean that he had thought too highly of himself. He was an Extraordinary Rank-7 when he died in the other settlement. Based on the statistics of the Confederation Office, if a hero had been summoned once, the next time he was summoned, he couldn’t have a level higher than his previous one.

Hum!

While the hero was taking shape, the Invisible Bow, as the offering, was glowing as well.

A trial battlefield appeared over the Temple of Providence.

Yes, a real battlefield.

“Attack!”

“Holy Fire shall burn forever.”

“Die!”

Bullets and arrows ripped through the air. Blades were clashing, and the Holy Fire was burning. It was a playback of the battle between the Twin Dragon Island and Fang La’s army.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As a member of Fang La’s army, Pang Wanchun was shooting one arrow after another just like before.

With each arrow, a member of the Twin Dragon Island would fall down, holding his neck or chest.

“Hu!”

“Dad!”

“My grandson!”

Seeing this, many people in the Temple of Providence cried out.

Because many of the natives killed by Pang Wanchun still had family members here in the Temple of Providence.

Although this battlefield was created by the Invisible Bow, it also reflected the real situation of the battle earlier.

It meant that these people really had died in the battle and were killed by the owner of this offering.

The only difference was probably…

Whoosh!

Pang Wanchun drew his bow again.

A white arrow shot out, aiming at the back of the middle-aged Twin Dragon Island native, who was fighting against one of Fang La’s soldiers.

The moment before it reached its target, a golden arrow hit the tip of the white one from the side.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and both arrows fell to the ground.

“Very impressive!”

Pang Wanchun suddenly turned his head and looked in Hua Rong’s direction.

The person was able to shoot down his arrow with another arrow and had accurately hit the tip. Pang Wanchun knew that the other man was at least as good as he was.

On the back of his white-hooved horse, Hua Rong held his bow, the string of which was still trembling. He had shot the arrow from over 300m away and saved the man despite the chaos on the battlefield.

But the two archers couldn’t see each other because the crowd was in the way.

“Do you really think you can stop me from killing my targets?”

Although Pang Wanchun couldn’t see who it was, he desperately wanted to win this competition.

He then put two arrows on the string.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

He drew the bow and shot both arrows at the same time.

He was aiming at a Twin Dragon Island soldier fighting against one of Fang La’s soldiers and had no idea what was going on.

“No! My husband!”

In the Temple of Providence, a woman cried out.

“Dad!”

And a child was crying.

Ding! Ding!

Two golden arrows arrived in time again, stopping the white ones in mid-air.

“Great catch!”

Pang Wanchun looked excited.

“How about this? Can you stop this?”

The next moment, his hands moved so fast that it was impossible to follow them with naked eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Arrows shot out one after another, faster than machine-gun bullets. They were still aiming at the middle-aged native, who had struck down his enemy but was wounded in the chest himself.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Over on the other side, Hua Rong used his arrows to stop the attack again.

He couldn’t shoot as fast as Pang Wanchun did.

For every two arrows that Pang Wanchun shot, Hua Rong could only shoot one.

Crack!

But Pang Wanchun’s arrows still fell down.

Because instead of hitting the tip of the arrow, Hua Rong hit the stick this time.

The metal arrowhead split the wooden stick into halves before hitting the tip of another arrow.

He had stopped two arrows with one!

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The sound of arrows hitting arrows resonated on the battlefield.

But no one from either side tried to help either of them.

Unlike the offerings of the Yuan emperor and the four kings, soldiers on this battlefield didn’t have any actual abilities.

The real battle took place between the two archers only.

Ding!

Pang Wanchun shot 14 arrows in a matter of seconds, but Hua Rong was able to stop every single one of them. In the end, Pang Wanchun had to stop.

Because the middle-aged native had defeated his enemy and charged at the next person. He was no longer within Pang Wanchun’s range.

That was enough.

In this way, neither he nor Hua Rong would win.

“Thank you, Buddha!”

The weeping woman in the hall was grateful for the turn of the event.

But she didn’t realize that she was only watching the trial battlefield. In the real one, there was no Hua Rong to save the man.

That was to say, the middle-aged man had been killed by the first arrow.