Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

Chapter 52 Elf Archer

Soon, the second day of the competition arrived as scheduled, and the four people began the drawing ceremony. Zhang Deshuai took out a piece of paper from the lottery box and unfolded it. The number "1" was clearly written on it. When he learned that his opponent was the elf archer, his heart tightened slightly, but more of it was a strong fighting spirit.

When the elf archer learned that her opponent was Zhang Deshuai, her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with a fiery fighting spirit. She stared at Zhang Deshuai closely, as if she wanted to see through him. Zhang Deshuai did not back down either, staring at her without giving in, with a determined light in his eyes.

Following the referee's instructions, the first match officially began, and Zhang Deshuai and the summoned Qilin walked onto the stage together. Opposite him, the elf archer stood tall and graceful, as beautiful and dangerous as a blooming flower.

After everyone finished their salutes, the referee gave the order, and the game instantly entered a white-hot state. The elf archer took the initiative without hesitation. She quickly pulled the bowstring, and a dense rain of arrows whistled towards Zhang Deshuai and Qilin. Qilin reacted quickly and immediately used the fire shield to add a solid layer of protection for himself and Zhang Deshuai.

Then, the elf archer used the explosive arrow, and the arrow with powerful force flew out like a meteor. Seeing this, Zhang Deshuai quickly raised his staff, muttered something, raised his hand and threw a fire arrow. The fire arrow and the explosive arrow collided violently in the air, and a dazzling fire burst out instantly, and the sparks were as gorgeous as fireworks.

The Qilin was not willing to be left out either. It roared, opened its mouth and spewed out a blazing flame, heading straight for the elf archer. The elf archer flexibly jumped and dodged, while the bow in his hand continuously shot out sharp arrows, engaging in a fierce battle with Zhang Deshuai and Qilin. Zhang Deshuai controlled the staff to release various fire spells while cleverly dodging the elf archer's attacks. He and Qilin cooperated tacitly, sometimes attacking, sometimes defending, and the fight with the elf archer was indistinguishable.

Flames and arrows intertwined on the ring, and roars and shouts rose and fell. Every attack and defense was full of thrills and excitement, making the audience excited and cheering. Zhang Deshuai and the elf archer both went all out. They both knew the importance of this battle and neither of them was willing to give in easily. In this fierce battle, the strength of both sides was fully demonstrated.

Then, the elf archer focused his eyes and cast a trap. A strange light instantly enveloped Zhang Deshuai, and Zhang Deshuai felt as if his body was tightly bound by an invisible force, and for a moment he could not move at all.

Zhang Deshuai secretly made up his mind that after this fierce battle came to an end, he must go back to his teacher and learn some physical skills. He knew very well that when facing an opponent as flexible as the Elf Archer, his current methods were too passive.

He imagined that he had learned the wizard's exclusive skill, Flash, which would allow him to be more flexible in battle, and be able to get out of trouble in an instant, or launch an unexpected attack. And teleportation, which was like a magical skill, could allow him to escape danger at a critical moment, or give the enemy a fatal blow.

The elf archer seized this fleeting opportunity, quickly pulled up the bowstring, and shot an arrow with a sharp breath at Zhang Deshuai like lightning. At this critical moment, Qilin reacted extremely quickly, spewing out a hot fire shield from his mouth, accurately covering Zhang Deshuai. At the same time, Qilin rushed over like a flash of lightning, blocking the fatal arrow with his solid body.

Then, the elf archer used his special skill again, releasing multiple arrow rains, which attacked Zhang Deshuai and Qilin like an overwhelming force. At this time, Zhang Deshuai's restraints had been released, and he hurriedly cast a fire spell on himself, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in blazing flames. Then, he raised his staff high, and a flaming missile flew towards the archer fiercely. The powerful fire power instantly interrupted the elf archer's rain of arrows.

Seeing this, the elf archer dodged swiftly, then moved away like a ghost, pulling the bowstring and shooting arrows continuously. Each arrow made a sharp sound, which was frightening.

Meanwhile, Kirin's explosive fire pillars were constantly being launched, and thick fire pillars would occasionally erupt under the feet of the elf archers. The scorching flames forced the elf archers to be careful at all times. Zhang Deshuai was not to be outdone, and he threw all kinds of powerful magic at the elf archers like a string of cannonballs. Fire arrows, fireballs, flame shocks and other magics followed one after another, drawing gorgeous trajectories in the air.

The elf archer, with her agile body and superb archery skills, dodged left and right in this intensive attack, and occasionally found a gap to counterattack. Her arrows and Zhang Deshuai's magic kept colliding in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening sound. On the ring, the flames and arrows intertwined into a gorgeous and dangerous scene, like a thrilling painting.

Zhang Deshuai's forehead gradually oozes out fine beads of sweat, but his eyes remain firm and sharp. He works closely with Qilin, constantly adjusting tactics, trying to find the flaws of the elf archer. The elf archer has no intention of retreating. She grits her teeth and goes all out to deal with the attacks of Zhang Deshuai and Qilin. The battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot stalemate, and neither can easily defeat the other.

At this moment, Zhang Deshuai and the elf archer could clearly feel their magic power and physical strength draining away quickly. Sweat soaked their clothes, but neither of them had the intention of retreating, and the battle continued fiercely.

Qilin kept trying to harass the elf archer, spewing flames from its mouth and waving its claws, trying to cause trouble for the elf archer. The elf archer showed excellent flexibility. She relied on her agile movement, like a dancing butterfly, to cleverly avoid Qilin's attacks. Not only that, she was able to pull the bowstring in the intervals of dodging, and arrows shot at Zhang Deshuai like meteors.

Zhang Deshuai kept dodging in the ring, his figure flashing quickly, sometimes rolling, sometimes jumping. At the same time, he raised the staff in his hand from time to time, muttering something. The Fire Cloud Technique was cast, and a large cloud of fire enveloped the ring. The hot breath made the air seem to burn. The Fire Rain Technique followed, and countless fireballs fell like raindrops, smashing holes in the ring, greatly limiting the movement space of the elf archer.

The elven archer struggled to shuttle through the dense rain of fire and clouds of fire. Her physical strength was depleted more and more. Her breathing became rapid and her steps gradually became heavier. But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, trying hard to find an opportunity to break through.

As time went by, the elven archer's physical strength finally reached its limit. Her movements began to slow down, and she was hit by a cloud of fire and staggered. Zhang Deshuai seized this opportunity and shot a fire arrow at her. The elven archer tried her best to dodge, but she failed in the end.

In the end, the elf archer collapsed on the stage due to exhaustion and lost the game. Zhang Deshuai and Qilin were also exhausted and panting, but their faces were filled with the joy of victory. The audience below the stage burst into warm cheers and applause, cheering for this wonderful battle, and Zhang Deshuai also knew that this was just the beginning of his journey to become a strong man...

Zhang Deshuai defeated the Elf Archer in that fierce battle and successfully entered the threshold of the finals. He walked off the stage slowly, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, but with a confident smile on his face.

Returning to his seat, Zhang Deshuai relaxed and leaned back, staring at the ring, watching the next match intently. He was both excited and a little nervous, wondering who would be his next opponent.

On the stage, the other two groups of players started a fierce competition. The light of magic shone, and the sound of skills collided one after another. Zhang Deshuai carefully observed their every move and analyzed their strengths and weaknesses.