Legend of the Divine Archer

A man stepped forward, his face blurred with indistinct features. "I will start," he announced, pulling out a pair of knives in the dim light. Zhang San moved into an open area, his expression remained unchanged as he gestured for the man to approach.

"Pull out your weapon," the man demanded.

Zhang San merely shrugged. "You are not worth it," he replied coldly.

The taunt sent the man into a frenzy. With a snarl, he dashed forward, his knives descending like a cascade aimed at Zhang San. But Zhang San calmly spread out his left arm. The knives met his arm with a sharp, resonating clang, and to the shock of everyone watching, they shattered on contact.

In one fluid motion, Zhang San swung his arm again, knocking the man back effortlessly, as if swatting away a fly.

Zhang Li sighed out of disappointment. "Another batch of worthless people," she muttered under her breath.

Zhang San, now thoroughly unimpressed, surveyed the group with a cold gaze. "You might as well all come together," he taunted. "Maybe then, you'll make me draw my weapon."

His words were like a spark to dry tinder. The rest of the group, spurred on by pride , moved as a unit, encircling Zhang San and attacking from every side. The air was filled with the sound of clashing metal and grunts of exertion..

Zhang San, still rooted in his original position, deflected every incoming strike with ease. His arms moved in fast, controlled motions, and an invisible force seemed to pulse from him, pushing his attackers back. It was as if a wall of energy surrounded him, making him impenetrable and unyielding.

With a sudden burst of energy, Zhang San leaped into the air and landed in the midst of his opponents and began to systematically dismantle the alliance with his fists. Each punch was a bone-crushing blow, each kick a brutal end to any attempt at resistance. Screams of pain and the sound of bones breaking echoed through while Zhang San moved with the efficiency of a seasoned executioner.

Zhang Li who had been watching the spectacle with a critical eye noticed Wei Xi and Yan Jin standing calmly at the back unconcerned by the carnage unfolding before them. Their detachment caught her attention, and she couldn't help but address them.

"You two over there," she called out. "Do you not want to participate?"

Yan Jin replied, "I don't like to be bothered when I hunt." his voice laced with a hint of boredom

His response stunned Zhang Li. She had expected fear or at least a hint of anxiety, but the calm indifference in his voice made her pause. Intrigued, she shifted her focus to the pair. Wei Xi, with his spear, exuded the aura of a Purified Lord, impressive for someone so young. It displayed his talent and hard-earned skill, especially without the backing of a powerful force.

But it was Yan Jin who puzzled her the most. Beneath his tiger mask, she sensed sa remnant of a Perfect Lord-level cultivation, though it seemed suppressed or locked away by some unknown force. Despite this, his aura was dark and menacing, far beyond that of his companion.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Zhang San delivered a final punch, sending the last of his opponents crashing to the ground. He turned toward Yan Jin and Wei Xi,

"Do the two of you want to give up?" he asked, with disdain in his tone.

Wei Xi, cracking his fingers, stepped forward with a grin that promised violence. "You better take that weapon out, or you won't get the chance to ever do."

Zhang San's eyes narrowed, the first flicker of real interest showing in his gaze. "Try me," he replied, growling like a tiger.

Wei Xi gripped his metal spear, adrenaline surging through his veins as he dashed forward with a battle cry, "I am coming!" Zhang San watched the incoming attack with a dismissive scoff, raising his hand to counter the straightforward charge.

But just before the anticipated collision, Wei Xi spun on his heel with the grace of a dancer, using the momentum of his spear like a javelin to propel himself high above Zhang San. In mid-air, Wei Xi twisted his body and descended with a powerful hammer strike aimed directly at Zhang San's shoulder.

The unexpected maneuver caught Zhang San off guard. He hastily raised his forearms in a crossed position to defend against the blow. A resounding boom echoed through the area as the force of Wei Xi's strike pushed Zhang San down, momentarily staggering him, while Wei Xi was propelled back into the air.

Before Zhang San could recover, Wei Xi's spear, which had embedded itself in the ground floated back into his hand under the guidance of a subtle flick of Yan Jin's fingers.

Seizing the moment, Wei Xi unleashed a flurry of rapid thrusts. Zhang San, still recovering from the initial impact, found himself on the defensive, barely managing to parry the relentless assault.

The strikes came so fast and with such accuracy that Zhang San was forced to retreat backward leaving him more vulnerable. The speed and ferocity of Wei Xi's attacks felt almost surnatural, as if Wei Xi could anticipate Zhang San's every move before he made it.

For the first time, a trace of concern crossed Zhang San's face.

He realized that he had grossly underestimated the duo. Yan Jin, who had yet to make his move, loomed in his mind as a threat. Hosted by m_vl_em_p_yr

Distracted by the thought of a potential ambush and the viciousness of Wei Xi's strikes, Zhang San found himself slowly being overwhelmed.

In a desperate attempt to regain control, Zhang San released his blood energy in a powerful burst, creating a shockwave that pushed Wei Xi back several steps. Wei Xi, however, regained his footing almost immediately, a wide grin spreading across his face as he readied his spear once more.

"You have lost," Wei Xi declared confidently.

Before Zhang San could react further, Zhang Li stood from her chair, cutting through the tension with her voice. "It's over, Zhang San. They pass."

Zhang San glanced at his sister with disbelief. "How can they win? It hasn't even been five minutes yet!"

Wei Xi chuckled, tucking his spear back as he pointed upward. "Look above."

Zhang San's eyes followed the direction of Wei Xi's gesture, before settling on a dozen throwing knives hovering ominously above him, each one ready to strike at any moment'.

His heart sank as he turned his head to look at Yan Jin, who still stood calmly in the corner, his hand slightly raised as if commanding the knives with a mere thought.

"Soul Master..." Zhang San whispered.

Zhang Li's eyes gleamed with excitement as she addressed the pair. "Come with me! You have given me a nice surprise. Let's settle in and discuss," she said