Chapter 147 Attack
147 Attack
Facing the roaring tiger, Baili Yin was fearless. He lowered his body and rode his horse towards the white tiger.
Soon, Baili Yin realized that there was no movement behind him. He turned around and saw Chu Yi standing motionless on the mountainside.
The corners of Baili Yin’s mouth curled into a confident arc as he muttered to himself, “It’s still that sick young master.”
Chu Yi had been a hostage in the State of Yue for eight years. Not only did Baili Yin recognize Chu Yi, but he also knew him 70 to 80%.
He was a person who was weak and sickly, and would be sick for 28 days every 30 days a month.
In the past eight years, Chu Yi had rarely left his house. He would only come out of his manor when summoned by the Sage or attending some festival.
It had been half a day since Chu Yi rode out of the capital this morning. With his body, he probably wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Baili Yin only glanced at Chu Yi before turning back. He clamped down on the horse’s abdomen and stared at the ferocious tiger in front of him with a burning gaze. At the same time, he began to draw his arrow.
Seeing that the Eldest Prince was motionless, the surrounding crowd was burning with anxiety, thinking that he was afraid.
“Eldest Prince…”
Someone shouted, but before he could finish, Chu Yi took a musket from his attendant, Si Hai. No one noticed his gaze drift gently over a beautiful figure behind him, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
It was a flintlock!
Several descendants of noble families recognized the flintlock in Chu Yi’s hand, and hope lit up in their eyes again. No wonder the Eldest Prince did not move. It seemed that he wanted to use this flintlock to stop the tiger.
No way. Chu You thought to himself and smirked disapprovingly.
The power of a flintlock was indeed far superior to a matchlock, but its flaws were also very obvious.
With the accuracy of the flintlock, it was harder to hit the tiger than to pierce a willow leaf with an arrow from a distance of a hundred paces.
Moreover, even if Chu Yi was lucky enough to shoot the tiger, this injury was nothing to a strong tiger.
However, Chu Yi would not have time to fire a second shot. In other words, his shot was just a gift to “someone else”.
Chu You’s gaze turned from Chu Yi to Baili Yin and he sighed silently, as if he had already seen in advance what would happen next.
In the blink of an eye, the white tiger had already rushed to a distance of less than 200 feet from Baili Yin. Its aura was like a rainbow.
Wherever the thick and powerful tiger claws passed, the thorns, mud, and grass on the mountain ground flew everywhere.
“Roar!”
The white tiger’s fierce tiger eyes were suffused with a murderous red light.
The surrounding branches rustled under the deafening tiger roar.
The smile on Baili Yin’s lips deepened, and his eyes were firm.
Three arrows, at most three arrows, and he would be able to take down this white tiger!
Baili Yin pulled out an arrow and skillfully nocked it into his bow. He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Almost at the same time, Chu Yi aimed his gun at the white tiger from behind. Smiling faintly, he gently stroked the gun with one hand and firmly pulled the trigger with the other.
Of the two young men, one was riding his horse and drawing his bow, and the other was leisurely holding a flintlock behind.
One moved noisily, while the other was quiet.
The surrounding crowd held their breath again, and their hearts raced. Even Gu Yanfei looked at the two of them and the tiger with a burning gaze.
“Swoosh!”
A white-feathered arrow left the bow and shot towards the white tiger’s left eye like lightning.
The white tiger swung a thick front paw in midair and slapped the arrow away. The arrow clanged against the tree trunk behind it.
“This tiger is too fierce,” someone commented in the crowd. “I’m afraid it won’t be easy to deal with.”
Everyone became even more nervous and on tenterhooks. Baili Yin took out two more arrows without fear and nocked them to the bowstring as quickly as possible.
“Swoosh!”
Two consecutive arrows were shot at the white tiger at the same time with great force.
The white tiger was even angrier. It slapped the two arrows away with its claws again and ran even faster. A strong stench came with the wind from its furious, bloody mouth.
“Roar!”
The white tiger pounced violently at Baili Yinfei, its eyes growing even redder. Its heavy roar seemed to be saying that it wanted to tear this human apart.
The leisurely smile on Baili Yin’s lips had already disappeared, and his expression became more solemn.
He clamped his legs on the horse’s belly, and the black horse immediately leaped in the other direction. At the same time, he lowered his body to avoid the tiger’s attack. His breathing was slightly hurried as he drew his arrow again.
The surroundings were in a mess from the trampling of tigers and horses. Fallen leaves were scattered everywhere.
“Bang!”
A deafening bang suddenly sounded on the mountainside.
Baili Yin was shocked, and his hand that was holding the bow paused for a moment.
Was that a gunshot?!
He felt a hot breath brush his left ear, as if something had flown past him like a shooting star, too fast for the naked eye to catch…
Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the charging white tiger in front of him suddenly stop as if it had been struck by lightning. It let out a near-death wail, so shrill and terrifying.
In the next moment, its huge body crashed to the ground. Its heavy tiger body shook the ground below, sending a few broken leaves flying.
The fallen white tiger’s limbs twitched violently before it fell silent.
Its bell-like tiger eyes widened, and a large pool of bright red blood flowed from its fanged mouth, quickly staining the grass below. It also meant that its life force had passed…
This ferocious tiger that was still alive and kicking a few breaths ago was killed by a single shot!
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Gu Yuan looked at the fallen tiger corpse in shock, then subconsciously turned around and stared at the flintlock pistol in Chu Yi’s hand.
This power, this accuracy… There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He studied the flintlock, his gaze lingering several times on the “plum mark” at the barrel.
It seemed to be a cat’s paw print.
His sister’s cat had also left paw prints on him, so he was sure.
Strange, the size of the claw mark also felt strangely familiar…