I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Lin Hai's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing the fifty examinees, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after a hard-fought battle, to once again feel their hearts leap into their throats.

besides?

Is the real test only beginning now?

All eyes were on Lin Hai, waiting for him to announce the rules for the next round.

"In the first round, we will test your teamwork skills and basic PVE skills."

Lin Hai's voice echoed throughout the entire arena.

"So, in the second round, we'll be testing your purest, most direct... individual abilities!"

"The Second Stage of the Assessment - The Battle for the Throne!"

"The rules are simple: 1v1, one-on-one duel!"

"The fifty of you will compete in a one-on-one elimination tournament. The winners advance. The losers are eliminated."

"Ultimately, the twenty people standing on this stage will be qualified to join the Mythical Guild!"

1v1!

The moment this rule was announced, the expressions of the fifty people in the audience became incredibly varied.

Those players who were skilled in PVP and extremely confident in their abilities were all eager to fight, their eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, players who preferred PvE and were better at team dungeons turned pale and felt immense pressure.

"1v1? Great! This is my home turf!" Berserker "Bloodhand" licked his lips, his eyes scanning the crowd with ill intent, as if searching for his prey.

"This is troublesome... My class doesn't have an advantage in one-on-one combat," a support shaman said with a worried expression.

Lin Hai stood at the edge of the stands, the megaphone magic circle in his hand shimmering faintly. He looked at the fifty elite players below and loudly announced the rules for the second round.

"Now, we need to select the twenty strongest people. The top twenty in the first round of points, come up to the stage first, you are the current champions. The remaining thirty people will each have five challenge opportunities."

"If you think you're capable, challenge the twenty people on the stage. If you win, you stay, and they get off. If you lose, you lose one chance. The twenty people who remain on the stage will be the first core members of our Myth Guild!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the arena.

"That's a pretty harsh rule. Are they trying to force people into a relentless, all-or-nothing competition?"

"What do you know? Who can hold that position without real skills? Myth Guild is picking the best of the best."

The players in the audience were buzzing with discussion.

Li Wu sat in his chair, watching Lin Hai try to create a lively atmosphere. He turned to Hua Zitong beside him and said, "The ten people you chose are all sitting on stage now. If they get eliminated, your list will be wasted."

Hua Zitong hugged the long sword on her back to her chest, her tone very calm.

"If they can't even handle this much of a challenge, then they don't deserve to join our mythology. Li Wu, do you think Ye Feng can hold onto first place?"

Li Wu stared at the gaunt thief on the stage.

Ye Feng was sitting in the first seat, toying with a seemingly ordinary dagger in his hand. His gaze was unfocused, as if he wasn't even looking at the challengers below.

"He's very steady. In the first round, every move he made was precise and decisive. This kind of person has a strong killing intent, but an even clearer mind. I'm not worried about him; I'm worried about that priest, Qixian Liuli. A priest fighting one-on-one—isn't that a bit unfair to her?"

Hua Zitong shook her head.

"Lin Hai just said that the winning criteria are different. The priest wins as long as he is not killed or depletes the opponent's mana within the allotted time. This tests positioning and survivability. In the Myth Guild, a healer who can't survive is not a good healer."

At this moment, Lin Hai had already listed the top twenty names on the big screen.

First place: Night Breeze.

Second place: Immovable as a mountain.

Third place: Blood Hand.

Fourth place: Seven-Stringed Glass.

……

The remaining thirty challengers stood below the stage, their eyes blazing with fury. Who didn't want to enter the Mythic rank? Who didn't want to follow in the footsteps of those charlatans? They were gods with Mythic-level equipment.

"I'll take on that! I want to challenge the mage ranked tenth!"

A warrior carrying a greatsword jumped out. His name was "Mad Blade," and he was ranked twenty-fifth in the first round, just shy of the top twenty.

He thought the tenth-ranked mage looked fair and clean, so he should be easy to deal with.

The challenged mage stood up, his face a little pale, but he still walked to the center of the arena.

Li Wu watched the commotion below the field, making plans in his mind.

Among these twenty people, there are definitely spies planted by other guilds. Lin Hai said he couldn't tell from the video, but now that they were on-site, they might be able to spot some clues if they looked closely.

"Steel Shield, you three watch carefully," Li Wu ordered without turning his head.

Steel Shield, sitting in the back row, nodded quickly.

"Don't worry, boss, we're keeping an eye on things. If anyone dares to try anything funny, I'll be the first to teach them a lesson."

In the center of the arena, Mad Blade was already facing off against the mage.

Without a word, Mad Blade charged straight at the attacker. The mage reacted quickly, using Flash to create distance and then unleashing an Ice Ring.

A cheer erupted from the audience.

Li Wu frowned. The mage had chosen a bad spot for his Flash, and he had run right into the area that Kuang Dao had predicted would land.

Sure enough, the Mad Blade didn't stop after landing; it unleashed a powerful whirlwind slash that swept the mage into it.

In less than a minute, the mage was cut down and fell to the ground.

"Tenth place is being substituted! Mad Blade takes over!" Lin Hai shouted loudly.

The monk walked off the stage dejectedly.

Watching this scene, Li Wu thought to himself, "This is just the beginning. The real tough nuts to crack are yet to come."

He glanced at Hua Zitong and noticed that she was staring at the warrior called "Bloody Hand".

"That Blood Hand, is he from the Iron Blood Alliance?" Li Wu asked.

"Yeah, the off-tank of the Ironblood Alliance's first regiment, he's very aggressive. He's here because the Ironblood Banner wants to establish a foothold here. He's currently ranked third in points, so no one dares to mess with him easily," Hua Zitong replied in a low voice.

Li Wu sneered.

"Want to drive a nail in? You'll have to see if the nail is hard enough. If he behaves too well later, I wouldn't mind teaching him some manners myself."

The atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly heated as challengers took to the stage one after another. Some succeeded, while others were left looking disheveled. But no one dared to challenge the top five positions.

Until a player dressed in black leather armor with half his face covered walked up to Nightwind.

"I'm going to challenge for first place, Night Wind."

The entire room fell silent instantly.