Chapter 99

99 Chapter 99 The moment of truth

Adjusting his breathing and his mood, Desmond took a special arrow from his secondary quiver and placed it on the bowstring delicately, then assumed a low firing stance and gently forced the air into his lungs through his slow taut lips. but firmly the bowstring.

At this moment Desmond was like the surface of a calm lake, no doubt or impatience to be observed in both his posture and his expression, but as deep as his concentration became, he could still feel the caress of the wind on his cheeks and enjoy the feeling that strangely helped him stay calm.

As Desmond could tell that small light green and sky blue colored mana particles had begun to become visible orbiting calmly around his body, of course, the phenomenon was so small and subtle that it would require someone to have an abnormal sensitivity to mana like Sasha to see said phenomenon; but as subtle as this event seemed, it was more significant than it might seem, as it demonstrated Desmond’s enormous affinity for the elements at this particular moment.

In the bow, two strings of mana emanated from each of the tips like foxtails in this one that held the string, one of these strings of mana had a light green color that unconsciously reminded someone of the color of nature while the other was of a faint silver color that made its metallic property clear.

Both streams of mana infused into the arrow, the arrow quickly reaching the point where Desmond should be unable to pour more mana into it, but this was the exact reason why Desmond had chosen to use one of his few special arrows. These were capable of storing almost triple the mana of a standard wooden arrow and thus increasing the power imbued in the arrow by several degrees.

Once the arrow reached a saturation level, Desmond proceeded to reveal his trump card and his greatest confidence in accomplishing this feat.

A wind ring formed on Desmond’s hand holding the arrow, it was visibly smaller than the ones he had used in the past, but the energy in it seemed more pure and compressed than before; the wind in it even circulated at speeds much higher than they ever were.

So using the same basic principles of focused mana shooting, Desmond performed a show of skill and talent that would make countless mana users curse fate for not possessing these qualities.

The wind ring moved slowly but steadily through Desmond’s wrist to the tail of the arrow and without stopping continued its course to the tip of the arrow, stopping right in the middle of it creating the image of an arrowhead. arrow covered in a small ring-shaped storm.

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At that precise moment Desmond was in deep connection with the wind, thus being able to easily judge the propitious moment to execute his shot, then for a moment just for an instant Desmond felt that his state of mind was rarely so in harmony with nature of the water manna enter a sublime realm, so with unchanging serenity and sublime grace Desmond released the arrow.

The great tranquility that now reigned in him completely belied his current situation and the tremendous importance of the shot he had just fired.

The arrow plowed through the wind at a speed never seen before and made its way towards the weak point of the Desmond Dam, the ring of wind in it exploding right at the moment of the shot giving the arrow an insane acceleration resulting in the speed of current flight of the arrow, but also causing it to spiral at a ridiculous frequency giving the arrow a penetration capacity that would make even the fiercest of beasts fear for their lives.

Unfortunately, this did not apply to Desmond’s current prey, the dark-edged creeper tiger; In the end, Desmond took a lot of considerations when he decided to face this powerful beast, but he forgot a point of tremendous importance and that was that the level of a creature not only indicates its strength but also its sensitivity to the energy on which it is founded. his strength which in this case was mana.

The extremely sensitive feline senses of the Creeping Tiger felt the disturbance of the mana when the arrow reached the ten-meter mark from it and while it did not have enough time to completely evade the shot due to its posture and body dimensions; he was still able to rely on his sensitivity to danger to prevent the arrow from hitting one of his vital points.

So with a dexterity that belied the enormous dimensions of its body, the dark-edged creeper tiger got up and slightly turned its posture so that when the arrow finished traveling the remaining distance towards its target; This ended up impacting one of the defensive plates that protect the spine of the beast.

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Of course, Desmond was not the only one who underestimated the current situation, the beast did not believe that the attack made against him would be capable of penetrating his defenses, but it was.

The arrow fired with the highest level of dexterity and power that Desmond was able to muster had enough impact and penetration force to pierce through the defensive plate of the creeping tiger until only a portion of the arrow was visible protruding from the tiger’s back; With its defensive plate pierced and cracked from the impact, the Dark-edged Creeper Tiger emitted a powerful roar filled with anger and pain that shook the forest to unknown distances.

GAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH *

Even Desmond who was at a significant distance from the beast found himself slightly stunned for a few moments, for when he regained full control of his senses he realized that the dark-edged creeper tiger was staring directly at him with bloodshot eyes from the beast. pain and fury directed at his attacker.

′′ Well up there with plan A, I guess it’s time for plan B. . . shit I should have formulated a plan B. ′′