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Legolas stands like a still leaf amidst the dense canopy of ancient spruce trees.

Breathing slowed to almost a standstill, and heartbeats were as slow as a hibernating bear.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes pierced through layers of dense foliage, locking onto the terrifying behemoth below known as the "Iron Predator."

For a whole week, Legolas transformed into a shadow of the forest, meticulously weaving his net with extraordinary patience and the instincts of a seasoned hunter.

He maintained a safe distance far beyond what was expected, making full use of the wind direction, rugged terrain, and the natural cover of dense vegetation to ensure that his barely perceptible scent and any slightest sound were completely eliminated.

Every careful movement is the result of precise calculations by the brain.

Their footholds are always soft moss, thick decaying leaves, or solid rock, carefully avoiding any slight tremor that might disturb the enormous creature below.

He was like an invisible breeze, perfectly blending into the long, gentle breath of the forest.

His brain was like a sophisticated mapmaker, clearly outlining the predator's vast and dangerous range of activity in his mind.

Its core territory surrounds its sinister lair—a deep crevice beneath a massive rock wall deep within the misty forest, exuding an unsettling aura.

The hunting grounds cover a fan-shaped area with a radius of five kilometers outside the core territory. This behemoth particularly prefers open areas near clear water sources and relatively sparse forests, which facilitate its deadly sprints.

He memorized its preferred drinking spots.

It also has several ambush spots that it usually uses, typically behind dense bushes or jagged rocks downwind.

And its several fixed excretion points marking its territory emit a strong odor.

He had witnessed several bloody hunts with bated breath.

The speed and absolute power displayed by this monster are terrifying.

It doesn't rely on brute force to charge, but rather stealthily approaches like a ghost, using the dappled shadows in the forest. Once it enters within twenty paces of the deadly distance, it will launch a thunderous attack without warning.

Its explosive power is terrifying; its three-toed claws can easily tear apart the tough back of a thick-skinned wild boar, and its serrated, menacing teeth can instantly bite off the thick neck of a male deer.

It seems to prefer a fatal blow, showing no patience for its dying prey, and often using overwhelming force to completely destroy its resistance.

Its senses are extremely acute, especially its sense of smell and hearing; any slight movement will immediately alert it.

Legolas had witnessed it stop abruptly from a hundred paces away, sensing only a faint, unfamiliar scent. Its golden, vertical pupils scanned the surrounding dense forest warily for several minutes, its posture exuding a deadly sense of oppression.

Legolas gazed at the colossal beast that resembled a moving mountain in the twilight, his mind as calm as an icy lake as he analyzed the situation:
"Speed... strength... defense... are all so strong that it's despair-inducing."

"The terrifying strength of a level six is ​​something that I, in my current level three state, cannot directly challenge."

"Between Level 3 and Level 6 is a vast chasm between the mundane and the extraordinary, an insurmountable gap like that between a rabbit and a tiger."

He let out a breath, thinking to himself:

"Even if my arrows, with the sharpest armor-piercing tips, were to hit their torso or limbs covered in thick scales head-on, I doubt they could even cause serious injury."

"It will only provoke the beast in vain, resulting in its instantaneous, devastating, and fatal attack."

"Its advantages are certainly overwhelming, but they are not invincible..."

"Its ghostly stealth relies heavily on environmental cover; in completely open areas or when subjected to strong interference, its proud speed will inevitably be hindered."

"A massive body becomes a heavy burden in extremely complex terrain. A person's ferocious power requires ample space to unleash its full potential; once their range of movement is cleverly restricted, the threat is significantly reduced..."

"But its most fatal weakness is its eyes! Its golden vertical pupils are as sharp as an eagle's, its ultimate weapon for locking onto its prey, but they are also the only part of its body that is not covered by thick scales."

"Even the hardest skull has a relatively vulnerable area behind the eye socket. As long as you can hit it with absolute precision, especially deep into the brain."

"This is the only, slim chance of victory! My archery is my strongest weapon right now. The glory of the hunting ribbon will surely be lit by me!"

Just as Legolas was intently observing the brief rest after drinking, the massive head of the steel predator below suddenly rose.

His huge nostrils flared violently like bellows, and a low, irritating "gurgle" rolled from deep in his throat.

It no longer leisurely licked the icy stream, but paced restlessly in place, its golden vertical pupils scanning the surrounding dark forest with the alertness of searchlights, its gaze especially fixed on the direction where Legolas was hiding.

An invisible, intense sense of threat, as if being spied on, seemed to precisely strike its extremely sensitive nerve endings.

Legolas felt a chill run down his spine.

"What a terrifying intuition! It sensed it... not the scent, not the sound, but the invisible pressure from the mere 'gaze'?"

He instantly made the most seasoned hunter's instinctive reaction—stop staring.

He immediately abruptly shifted his sharp gaze away from his prey, even lowering his eyelids slightly, using only the most imperceptible corner of his eye to sense the general movement in that area, while simultaneously blending himself deeper into the dense shadows of the tree canopy.

Breathing slowed to almost imperceptible, as if I were a piece of moss or bark on the trunk of this ancient tree.

He stopped making any observations that could be perceived as "locked in," allowing the invisible, deadly pressure to dissipate quickly.

Sure enough, after a few suffocating minutes of waiting, the predator's massive body gradually calmed down.

It lowered its ferocious head again to drink, but the pace was much faster than before. After drinking hastily, it quickly turned around and, with its still heavy steps, silently disappeared into the thick, impenetrable shadows deep in the forest.

Legolas finally managed to exhale a long-suppressed breath from his taut nerves:

"Their vigilance is unbelievably high... It seems that the final hunt must be carried out flawlessly. Any slight mistake could lead to the failure of all previous efforts, or even instant death."

……

"A head-on confrontation would be a foolish act of suicide."

Legolas muttered to himself while looking at a detailed topographical map he had drawn himself in another carefully chosen temporary hiding place.

A calm yet fiery flame burned within his icy blue eyes.

"The highest art of hunting lies in skillfully guiding the prey, constantly weakening its strength, and finally creating the perfect opportunity for a fatal blow. Overcoming the strong with the weak and winning with intelligence—this is the shining essence of the rules of archery."

He began a deadly plan, as precise as a clockwork.

He took action.

He quietly set up several insidious traps at key intersections of the predator's usual patrol routes, as well as in dangerous areas near the edge of its territory that could easily trigger a strong expulsion response.

Triggered spike trap.

It's not that we expect it to trap or seriously injure this enormous monster, but rather that the sudden, ear-piercing sound of its stomping and the abrupt collapse beneath our feet will instantly ignite its raging fury and instinctive vigilance.

The location was deliberately chosen to be relatively open, making it easy for it to observe the source of the "attackers" at the first moment.

An improved version of a large animal trap.

It was meticulously covered with fresh, moist soil and a thick layer of fallen leaves, placed on the path it would inevitably take to chase down any "intruders" if it were provoked.

The clamp contained immense force, enough to cause it excruciating pain and momentarily impair its movements, but it could never break its thick leg bones, which were comparable to those of an ancient tree.

The goal was the same: to further enrage it and create a precious brief pause. Then came the hanging of stakes and the falling of rocks.

It cleverly utilizes sturdy vines and the principle of leverage, and is placed at the narrowest point of the path.

Once triggered, heavy wooden stakes or angular stones will crash down with a terrifying roar, their main purpose being to create a huge shock, disrupt its path, and further incite its raging fury.

He deliberately made these traps look rough and simple, as if they had been hastily set up.

Through this series of "harassing" attacks, the predators deeply felt that their territory was being frequently, low-intensity, but extremely annoyingly invaded.

It continuously accumulates the raging fury within its heart and initially directs its frenzied attention toward the location of its pre-set "prey".

They successfully used the valuable opportunity of the outer trap to provoke the predator and divert its attention.

Then they captured a robust wild boar of medium size.

He operated with extreme care and meticulousness, ensuring that he left almost no traceable odor.

He will extract a concentrated paralyzing toxin from a highly poisonous thorn vine.

The injection was skillfully and precisely injected near several key blood vessels in the wild boar's body.

This toxin is not immediately fatal, but rather spreads gradually with the rapid flow of blood, causing a significant decrease in the prey's muscle coordination.

The reaction becomes sluggish and accompanied by a slight dizziness, which takes effect approximately half an hour to an hour after ingestion.

The dosage was calculated with the utmost precision, but it was insufficient to completely paralyze a level six monster.

This is tantamount to wishful thinking.

However, it is enough to effectively weaken its terrifying speed and deadly accuracy in the critical moment of a life-or-death duel, making it easier to expose its fatal flaws.

He carefully placed this meticulously prepared wild boar "offering" in a key location that Legolas hoped predators would discover.

It is close to the edge of its core territory.

But it happens to be near the starting point of Legolas' planned "route".

The wild boar deliberately left some messy marks on its body, seemingly caused by a hasty escape, clearly pointing to the predetermined path to death.

Then came the deadly weapon: Legolas took out the armor-piercing spiked arrow, which he considered his life's work, with utmost care.

He sat by the dim but steady campfire, and by the flickering yellow light, he began to meticulously carve with his sharp hunting knife and the fine whetstone he carried with him, pouring his soul into the work.

He held his breath and carefully polished the cold metal arrowhead, further narrowing and lengthening the originally sharp conical tip, shaping it into a slender and more penetrating "needle" shape, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

At the same time, several extremely fine yet deep spiral grooves were carved with the tip of a knife near the base of the arrowhead.

These grooves are not for rotation, but to create tiny cavitation effects when penetrating the target's tough tissue, multiplying the internal wound and guiding the hot blood as far as possible into the depths of the wound.

The arrowhead was repeatedly tempered, making it exceptionally hard.

He carefully selected the straightest arrow shafts with the densest wood grain, and reinforced them with incredibly tough vines at key stress points to ensure that the arrows would not easily break when subjected to the enormous impact of the target's scales and bones.

At the same time, he repeatedly and patiently adjusted the angle and shape of the arrow fletchings, pursuing absolute stability and impeccable accuracy in short-range explosive shooting, making the arrow's flight trajectory as unchangeable as fate.

He mixed the remaining small amount of precious, highly poisonous thorn vine juice with a potent extract from another plant, "Burning Bloodthorn," which can cause excruciating neuropathic pain.

Carefully applied to the spiral grooves and gleaming tips of the modified arrowhead.

This time, the mixed venom is no longer meant to paralyze, but rather to unleash hellish pain instantly.

Once it enters the bloodstream, it triggers extreme pain akin to being burned by magma and a powerful storm of nerve shock, with rapid and domineering effects.

The sole purpose is to inflict unbearable pain and utter madness on the target the moment it hits its vital points, greatly disrupting its perception and judgment, thus tearing open a gap for the subsequent deadly combo.

This arrow, imbued with all his wisdom, skill, and killing intent, was named "Soul Chaser" by him.

It was a "death key" specially made for that golden vertical pupil, and it was the only way for him, a mere level three, to injure a level six behemoth when challenging it.

After making these preparations, Legolas finally chose a relatively open area outside the entrance to the predator's lair as the battlefield for his final showdown.

Here, the cliff face is steep and cold, and several ancient, gnarled trees stand in front of it.

The ground was relatively flat but covered with sharp, uneven stones. Most importantly, not far ahead lay the bottomless, desolate cliff.

He laid a series of deadly traps near the entrance to the nest, along the most likely deadly path that predators would take when returning home.

Several incredibly strong steel wires, about a foot off the ground, are cleverly and discreetly wrapped around the gnarled roots of giant trees or solid rock bases on both sides of the path, like venomous snakes.

This creates several deadly, invisible tripwires.

The position is calculated with utmost precision, with the goal of entangled in the predator's relatively slender ankles or calves, disrupting its balance.

In the shadows behind the tripwire, several incredibly heavy wooden stakes with sharpened spearheads are suspended by thick vines and lever mechanisms.

The triggering device is closely connected to the tripwire on the first layer.

Once a predator is unfortunately tripped up, it will charge forward or struggle violently out of shock and anger, instantly triggering the deadly mechanism. The giant wooden stakes will then crash down on it with a whistling sound that tears through the air.

The deadly move was insidiously hidden behind the imposing presence of the giant wooden stake.

A huge, sharp-edged rock half-buried in the ground, requiring complex levers to move.

It took him two whole days to find and painstakingly carry the object to this location in the treacherous terrain.

Its fatal support point is connected to another, more concealed triggering device, which is precisely linked to the falling action of the second layer of giant wooden piles.

When the wooden stake crashes down, inevitably attracting most of the predator's attention and instinctive defensive actions, this massive, sharp-edged boulder, poised to strike, will roll down from the shadow of the steep rock face above, like an angry hammer hurled by a mountain god.

The target is the monster's proudly raised head!
The goal is not to smash it directly, but to inflict a devastating blow and a brief, fatal stun, tearing open that only window of defense.

From the trap zone to the edge of the all-consuming cliff, Legolas cleared a seemingly "smooth" but actually treacherous and fraught with obstacles.

They deliberately leave behind faint scents and inconspicuous traces, setting up seemingly natural, easily broken barriers of dead branches and small ditches that require leaping across, leading the enraged predator step by step into that final abyss.

The seemingly solid rock structures on the edge of the cliff had already been secretly and cleverly loosened by him, becoming extremely fragile.

The plan, like a finely tuned gear, finally began to turn coldly.

When it rotates.

His will began to blur, yet he felt incredibly clear at the same time.

My body began to change according to the plan, but I could still control it myself.

He was feeling it, experiencing it with his heart; he seemed to have become one with the hunt, completely immersed in it. (End of Chapter)