A different world game? A different world game!

For several days in a row, the predators triggered those annoying harassment traps on the periphery.

The horror of spikes suddenly springing up from underfoot, the excruciating pain of a trap snapping shut on your leg.

Although it only caused minor superficial injuries, it ignited a raging, uncontrollable primal fury within its chest.

The deafening crash of a heavy object falling to the ground... these crude and annoying provocations were like adding fuel to the fire, driving it into a complete rage and hysterical rage.

It frantically tore at the remains of the trap, its deafening roar, filled with destructive desire, almost overturning the entire forest and startling countless birds.

At the height of its rage, its incredibly keen sense of smell precisely detected the exceptionally delicious and enticing aroma emanating from the specially treated wild boar.

Such an obvious, vibrant, and reckless "prey" that has trespassed into its enraged territory and left behind traces of provocation!
The vengeful rage instantly found an outlet, and it followed the clearly discernible scent without hesitation.

They easily spotted the wild boar that Legolas had deliberately driven away, making its movements somewhat clumsy and slow.

With a cruel sense of satisfaction, it opened its gaping maw and swallowed it whole.

Mixed with raging rage and the fleeting satisfaction of a full meal, the deadly paralyzing toxin silently began to spread and proliferate within his body, which was as strong as steel...

After a hearty meal, the predator exhibited a subtle languor and lethargy, and the initial effects of the paralyzing toxin began to appear.

With the raging anger still burning in his chest, he embarked on the familiar journey back to his lair.

As it stepped into the relatively flat, open area before the nest, its vigilance instinctively, and fatally, relaxed slightly due to the approach of its "home."

In this fleeting, priceless moment.

Snap! Rip—!
Several incredibly strong steel cables emerged from their holes like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, suddenly coiling around and tightly constricting the slender ankles of its left forelimb and right hindlimb.

The sudden feeling of being restrained filled it with extreme shock and anger, and a sense of being offended and humiliated instantly overwhelmed its reason.

“Ho ho ho ho—!”

It let out a terrifying roar that could shatter eardrums, filled with pain and rage. Its massive body instinctively unleashed a tremendous force, like a landslide, as it struggled and charged forward, trying to break free from this hateful restraint.

boom! boom! boom!
The massive wooden stakes, heavy as battering rams and hanging in the shadows overhead, crashed down with a deafening roar!

With destructive wind pressure that tears the air apart and suffocates you!

The predator reacted with astonishing speed, its massive tail, as thick as a battering ram, swept out with tremendous force, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound that ripped through the air.

With precision and wildness, most of the falling wooden stakes were shattered into pieces in mid-air, and wood chips flew everywhere like a sudden rain.

It's now!

In the fleeting, deadly gap between the flurry of flying wood chips that temporarily obscured the view like a snow curtain and the monster's massive tail having exhausted its old power before generating new one.

The meticulously arranged, imposing, thousand-pound, sharp-edged boulder, like the wrathful hammer of a mountain god, crashed down from the shadow of the steep cliff above.

With the force of a thunderbolt and an overwhelming tide, it struck the side of the predator's head, which was raised high in pain and struggle, with unparalleled solidity and immense weight.

Boom! ! ! !

A terrifying, muffled impact, so loud it could stop your heart, shake your soul, and make your bones seem to resonate, suddenly exploded.

“Ho ho ho—!”

The steel predator let out a piercing roar, filled with pain and utter shock, as if it came from the depths of the abyss.

The massive, mountain-like body was violently thrown off balance by the impact, its head tilting wildly to one side.

The hard scales shattered instantly, like broken pottery shards, and dark red, viscous blood gushed out from the ears and nose like a spring.

A strong sense of dizziness and excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave over its powerful yet fragile central nervous system.

At the very same millisecond that the boulder struck and the monster roared in disbelief, Legolas moved.

"Chance!"

He roared inwardly, his gaze sharp as a hawk's.

He did all this just to wait for this fleeting, rare opportunity.

He emerged from behind a giant tree like a ghost, covering a distance of less than forty paces, his figure so fast that only a blur remained.

The forest longbow, already drawn to its fullest extent, emitted a deep and powerful hum.

The "Soul-Chasing Arrow," which embodied all skill, hope, and deadly poison, transformed into a deadly black light almost invisible to the naked eye, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

This strike had been prepared for so long, embodying the hunter's lifelong pursuit.

But this strike seemed beyond what someone with a level three physique should be able to unleash. What did this arrow seem to embody?
Is it the belief in transcending limits? Or the more mysterious power of the rules of archery?

puff!

A sickening, chilling sound of flesh being pierced.

The arrow pierced the predator's left eye with perfect accuracy, before it could fully close due to the intense pain and dizziness.

The specially made, slender arrowheads, with their bloodletting spiral grooves, acted like red-hot irons under the influence of the mixed poison, penetrating deep into the eye sockets and striking at the heart of the enemy.

Awooooo—!!!
An indescribable roar, a mixture of extreme pain, rage, and mad despair, instantly shattered the silence of the valley and echoed through the sky.

That was no longer the roar of a wild beast, but a heart-wrenching wail from the depths of hell.

The deadly poison of the Bloodthorn erupted violently behind the nerve-rich eye socket, like magma pouring into the brain, burning every nerve.

His remaining right eye was instantly covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels, completely submerged in a raging crimson, flashing with a ferocious light that seemed to devour its prey.

It shook its head frantically, scratching at the arrows with its sharp, knife-like claws, but this only intensified its suffering.

The steel cable snapped inch by inch under its frantic struggle, emitting a piercing metallic wail.

The excruciating pain and venom ignited all of the predator's ferocity and destructive instincts, burning away its remaining rationality.

Its remaining right eye instantly locked onto the tiny figure that had brought it endless pain—Legolas—as if locking onto its prey.

It finally found it.

Such behemoths are not merely wild creatures; they also possess the intelligence of predators. Though not intelligent beings, they still have their own hunting instincts and cunning.

It clearly understood that the culprit behind all of this was this tiny creature in front of it, as insignificant as an ant.

What a weak creature dared to provoke it so, bringing it such profound pain and shame.

The pain and anger swelled and erupted like a volcano.

At this moment, Legolas was the source of all suffering in its eyes, a mortal enemy that had to be torn to pieces and crushed in the most cruel way.

It charged forward recklessly, its massive body unleashing a speed beyond its limits, like a runaway steel chariot.

A small tree, as thick as a bowl, blocking its path was snapped in half with a crisp, mournful sound; rocks were easily crushed into dust; the earth trembled violently beneath its feet, leaving deep claw marks.

Legolas turned and ran, frantically sprinting towards the cliff along the pre-planned "escape route".

He moved like the wind, his elfin agility pushed to its limit in the face of life and death, each step treading on the edge of life and death.

Using gnarled giant trees and jagged rocks as cover, they performed an extremely dangerous and breathtaking zigzag maneuver.

Behind them came an ever-approaching, tangible storm of blood and sulfur, and an overwhelming, suffocating aura of destruction.

He could clearly hear the heavy, thunderous footsteps and the painful, frantic, bellows-like gasps.

The gasping, painful breath, hot and foul-smelling, seemed to pound against his back like a heatwave, a harbinger of death.

Only ten steps from the cliff, the abyss was already in sight.

Legolas could even feel the scorching heat emanating from the monster behind him, along with a pungent stench of blood and rust.

The enormous shadow had completely enveloped him, and the chill of death pierced his very bones.

The monster's remaining right eye was fixed on his back. Its gaping maw, covered in hideous bone spikes, opened to reveal its sharp teeth. With a mad urge to perish together, it used its last strength to pounce on him from mid-air like a mountain crashing down on him.

The aura of death was chilling and bone-chilling, as if time itself had frozen.

At this critical moment, when his life hung by a thread, Legolas seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly and cleanly stopping and spinning around.

The movements were so fluid, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times, without the slightest hesitation.

He ignored the nauseating, deathly stench that rushed towards him and the gaping maw that seemed ready to devour everything. His feet were firmly planted on the already violently loose rocks at the edge of the cliff, his body as steady as a rock.

Time seemed to stand still. The clamor of the world vanished in an instant, leaving only the monster's right eye, wide open in rage and pain, bloodshot and gleaming with madness and destruction.

Time seemed to be stretched.

The monster's pounce, the spinning motion of the body, the finger nocking the arrow, the taut bowstring... everything became unusually slow and incredibly clear.

Will seems to coalesce and sublimate between the two, transcending the flow of physical time.

The magic power within his body, suppressed to its limit by the rules, was forcibly ignited by his powerful spirit at this moment, like a faint but incredibly determined flame that instantly illuminated the path of the hunting arrow.

This power surged and instantly wrapped around the second and last armor-piercing arrow nocked on the bowstring—another carefully modified arrow, but one that was not poisoned.

Loosen the string!

The bowstring emitted a crisp, powerful clang as the arrow left the bow.

This arrow embodies Legolas' lifelong archery skills, his extreme composure in the face of death, and his unwavering faith in the rules of archery.

It was faster, more accurate, and more deadly than the first arrow!

Like the kiss of death.

puff!
A sound, fainter than before yet more chilling, as if piercing the soul into flesh.

The arrow sliced ​​through the predator's remaining right eye pupil with perfect precision, as if a hot knife were cutting into butter.

The immense kinetic energy propelled the arrow deep into his skull, reaching his vital organs.

With arrows piercing its eyes, and especially with the second arrow striking its brain with pinpoint accuracy, the predator's massive body stiffened abruptly in mid-air, its movements frozen in mid-air.

The devastating attack came to an abrupt halt, and the violent power dissipated instantly.

It let out a half-sounded, painful whimper, filled with resentment and confusion. The immense inertia caused it to lose all control, and its heavy body, like a collapsing mountain, fell irrevocably downwards.

He went blind, lost his sight, and was plunged into an eternal abyss of darkness.

At this moment, the monster was overwhelmed with confusion and excruciating pain, and it began to feel a primal, uncontrollable fear.

Living beings are completely dominated by the instinctive fear of death.

But the situation no longer allowed him to escape. The pain, emanating from the arrow shaft still lodged in the socket of his other eye, relentlessly assaulted his brain like hellfire, reigniting his previous violent rage.

Driven by primal rage and the desperate will to survive, the monster went hysterically insane.

It began to struggle instinctively, attacking haphazardly and indiscriminately around itself, destroying everything in its path.

Its speed was already quite fast, and coupled with its enormous size and overwhelming attack power, it instantly turned the surrounding trees and rocks into a scene of devastation.

Although it has lost its sight, it still retains an extremely keen sense of smell.

This monster has grown to its current state not only because of its wildness and physical attributes, but also because of the survival wisdom it has honed in the dog-eat-dog world.

Relying on the lingering scent in the air that it hated so intensely, it keenly sensed the enemy's direction like a shark locking onto the smell of blood, and charged towards it without hesitation.

Watch this scene.

Legolas was quite helpless, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. It was definitely not that simple after all.

Neither arrow took the enemy's life.

It seems that relying solely on level three physical abilities to completely defeat this level six enemy is nothing short of wishful thinking.

So only one last method remains: to utilize this final, deadly trap.

The moment the monster lunged at him, driven mad by the scent, Legolas jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

The monster, now completely consumed by terror and rage that had extinguished its reason, paid no heed to any of this and pounced on the spot, driven by instinct and its sense of smell. However, its forepaws missed their mark and landed on nothing.

It knew it had reached the edge of a cliff.

Even in his rage, he now understood that below lay a bottomless abyss, a death that would shatter him to pieces.

This forced it to instinctively stop and shrink back in terror.

But its massive size and immense momentum pressed against the edge of the cliff, and coupled with the recent violent rampage, the already loose edge could no longer withstand it, and immediately began to emit ominous cracking sounds before collapsing with a deafening roar.

"Boom——!"

The cliff edge broke.

As the rock beneath its feet suddenly loosened, the enormous monster, now out of sight, fell to the ground with a desperate roar as it collapsed.

Amidst the sand and mud, if the monster's eyes could still see, it would have noticed several thick vines hanging down from the edge of the cliff, with Legolas's hand tied to one of the vines and his entire body pressed tightly against the cliff face.

He did not fall directly off the cliff.

He was just using this as bait.

He lured the enemy to the edge of the cliff, then laid the deadliest trap—the edge he had tampered with, loose and ready to collapse at any moment.

With calm eyes, he watched as the monster tumbled down the cliff amidst sand and mud, landing squarely on the sharp stone pillar below.

The mud and rocks were smashed to pieces, and dust filled the air. The monster's relatively soft abdomen was instantly pierced by a sharp stalagmite, producing a tearing sound that made your teeth ache.

It pierced through the back, bloody and raw, from the inside out.

The wailing was so mournful it was almost unbearable, the cries of heart-wrenching pain... but it was all meaningless now.

This once-arrogant monster ultimately died from its fatal height, its own weight and gravity bringing it to an end.

He loosened the vines and nimbly slid down.

He landed on the ground below the cliff, maintaining a safe distance, and watched from afar the terrifyingly tenacious monster that was still convulsing, its futile howls and its increasingly feeble struggles.

Only when the other party could barely struggle and was left with only instinctive nerve twitching did he grip the hunting knife tightly and slowly and cautiously walk forward.

Only then could he truly enjoy a close-up view of the prey he had acquired at such a great cost.

From beginning to end, I watched this trophy, a symbol of victory yet also riddled with wounds, with mixed feelings.

After a long while, Legolas let out a deep sigh.

“Ugly hunting.”

he whispered.

"An ugly victory."

This is his final self-evaluation.

The prey is pierced by arrows, destroyed by boulders, and pierced by stalagmites... If it is slaughtered, many parts that were originally priceless are severely damaged and almost unusable.

But he could only sigh helplessly.

After all, there was an immense gap in strength between him and his enemy. Even the most elite master hunter could not cross such a vast distance to hunt prey under fair conditions.

In a real forest, if a hunter with level three strength faces level six prey, the only thing he needs to do is run away as fast as he can without looking back.

Because at this point you are no longer a hunter; your identity has long since been completely reversed.

No matter how many reasons there are, it still cannot be denied that the way this victory was won was ugly.

At least for him, a hunter who yearned for glorious hunts and pursued both skill and aesthetics throughout his life, that was the case.

But this was undoubtedly a great victory where the weak triumphed over the strong, and wisdom crushed brute force.

The peculiar dilemma unique to elves has begun again.

Legolas exhaled a breath of pent-up air.

A relieved, genuine, and radiant smile involuntarily returned to his face.

To be honest, he was actually extremely happy, for this hard-won breakthrough and for the confirmation of his archery skills.

Everything around me began to become illusory and hazy, like ripples on water.

The trial is over. (End of Chapter)