Refining the Heavens (炼天)

Chapter 47: A Siege with strategy, fierce combat, and fun

"Edward, make sure you shoot him again once he returned," Kairos said. Although Jim deserves to be shot for his terrible joke, Kairos wouldn't play around on the battlegrounds, but just when his words finished, a rain of arrows out flew from the archer's bow immediately.

"Oops," an unremorseful sound came from Edward. His attack, however, did not risk Jim's life.

He shot out a dozen arrows. Ten of them stopped the Orcs in their tracks, while two struck Jim on his butt. One per side.

*OW!!*

"You hit me three times already, Edward!!! You're dead when we go back! I'm going to eat all your pudding for a week!"

Jim rubbed the sore spots on his behind, but despite his carefree attitude, his enemies are too close for comfort, and he prepared for a hard battle.

However, the Orcs had not taken a step forward when another set of arrow flew down at Jim's location. It struck precisely the same places, despite his target scrambling to get away; two arrows struck his behind, while the other ten deterred his enemies.

By now, the Orcs were forced back until they were once again in the waters.

Getting shot in his behind four times in a row made Jim lay down face first on the ground, unmoving. A groan escaped his lips.

He secretly panicked a little. Without his speed, he will not be able to show off anymore, and he also wants to be popular!

Grinding his teeth, for fame and maybe a cute girl to look at him, he pushed himself off the ground.

"Well, here goes nothing..."

Jim yelped and bravely ran towards his foes. It is clear he intended for a war cry, but unfortunately, his voice was still rather high-pitched.

"Not yet done with puberty and already wanting to impress the ladies," Alan said, his voice was soft, but because he purposely infused some Ki into it, the sound travelled far and wide.

*YYIIIPPP*

Even Jim could hear him, turning his cry turns into something strange. But despite his joke-like mannerism, the moment he crashed into the band of Orcs with daggers flashing, even the Orc captains had to retreat.

Those on the ramparts that were chortling at him instantly turned silent.

He had not slowed down. Instead, using a burst of speed, he overcame his lack of might.

The onlookers gasped at the strength of another one of their leaders. Made of flesh and blood, they could not help but feel their blood run hot and their spirits rise despite the overwhelming odds.

But at this moment, one of the defenders with sharp eyes shouted in alarm, "Oh no. Look! They are trying to surround him. If they cut off his retreat, he's going to be in trouble."

They watched with trepidation as the Orcs swarmed his position and cornered him. When a rain of attacks came down on the short boy, everyone held their hearts in their throat. With strength far superior to the humans, if the Orcs could get a single hit in, it is all over for him.

But, as he slips through their attacks and strikes passed by him harmlessly, they quickly realised that no matter how near death came, Jim dodged everything.

With agile movements, he worked the Orcs' massive frame against themselves. They hindered each other with their long reach and created plenty of gaps in-between each strike.

Those that were watching couldn't believe their eyes. It is generally known that without good equipment, it should be impossible for cultivators to withstand magical beasts of the same ranks. No matter what, the difference in their physiques is too different from the outset, and many creatures were born with unique abilities.