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

Chapter Thirty-Two: Are you crazy? A mage dares to challenge a warrior?

Seven-String Glass's ability to survive is too strong; the players present never knew that a priest could be played like this.

After Liehuo lost, the remaining challengers all quieted down.

They now realize that none of the top twenty are easy to mess with.

Especially those people on Hua Zitong's list, each one is more formidable than the last.

Night Wind's ghostly assassination, Immovable Mountain's absolute defense, Seven Strings of Liuliu's unparalleled survival... each of them demonstrated a level of skill far exceeding that of current players.

"Anyone else want to take on the challenge?" Lin Hai's voice rang out, but this time, the audience remained silent for a long time.

It seems like no one dares to challenge the top ten positions.

Finally, a skilled-looking archer player stepped forward and looked at the other archer in the arena.

"I'm challenging for fifteenth place, Wind Chaser!"

When his name was called, Chasing Wind stood up from his seat. He looked very young, carrying a rare-quality longbow on his back, and his expression remained calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

He was also on Hua Zitong's list.

"Archers fighting archers? This is going to be interesting!"

"Finally, it's not about professional restraint anymore; this is where skill really matters!"

The atmosphere in the audience was reignited.

The challenger, nicknamed "Sharpshooter," was somewhat famous among solo players, renowned for his accurate predictive archery skills. He dared to challenge Chaser because he had carefully observed Chaser's performance during the first round of assessments.

When fighting monsters, Chasing Wind performs only moderately well. It is not as eye-catching as Night Wind, nor as stable as Immovable Mountain. Its output data is only in the middle.

The sharpshooter thought that this Wind Chaser might be the easiest one to deal with among the top twenty.

"Please." Chasing Wind walked to the center of the field and nodded to Sharpshooter.

"Please!" The sharpshooter also got into position, his eyes sharp.

After Lin Hai gave the order, the battle began!

The sharpshooter immediately used the speed-up skill "Swiftness," turning his body into a shadow and beginning to move rapidly around the edge of the arena.

This is a common starting move for archers in combat: moving around while looking for the opponent's weaknesses, making it difficult for the opponent to aim at you.

But Zhui Feng's reaction surprised everyone.

He didn't move.

He stood there quietly, not even raising his longbow, simply watching the rapidly moving archer.

"What is he doing? Has he given up?"

"How arrogant! At such close range, if a sharpshooter seizes the opportunity and unleashes a barrage of shots, he'll be crippled or killed!"

People in the audience were discussing it, and even the steel shield in the VIP section couldn't understand it.

"Boss, isn't this Chasing Wind... a bit too confident?"

Li Wu shook his head, his eyes fixed on Zhui Feng. "He's not confident; he's observing."

"observe?"

"Yes, he's waiting," Li Wu explained. "Waiting for the best opportunity to strike. In an archer duel, the one who strikes first will reveal their position and intentions."

On the field, the sharpshooter ran around Chase Wind twice and found that his opponent was really standing still like a wooden stake. He was a little angry and felt that he was being underestimated.

"court death!"

The archer suddenly stopped moving, drew his bow in an instant, and fired a prepared shock arrow!

This arrow was fast and accurate, with the lead time calculated perfectly, and it went straight for the head of the wind-chasing bird!

Just as the arrow was about to hit, Zhui Feng moved.

His movement was simple; he just took a small step to the left.

With that one small step, the shock arrow flew right past his face.

At the same time, Zhui Feng finally leveled the longbow in his hand.

His movements didn't seem fast, but the moment the sharpshooter fired the shock arrow and his body stiffened for a fraction of a second, the arrow of the Wind Chaser was already nocked.

There was no charging up of power, nor any aiming.

It was just a very simple horizontal shot.

call out!

The sound of an arrow piercing the air rang out, and the arrow was already in front of the archer.

The archer's pupils contracted slightly. He tried to dodge, but his body was still stiff, and he could only watch as the arrow struck his right wrist, the one holding the bow, precisely.

"-285!"

A not-so-high damage number appeared, and then the marksman's entire right arm went numb.

"It's a weak point attack! He hit a joint!" Arcane Light exclaimed in surprise from the VIP section.

Hitting a joint can cause additional damage, as well as paralysis and immobilization. However, this requires a deep understanding of human anatomy and exceptionally precise control over the trajectory of the bullet.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

The sharpshooter's wrist was hit, interrupting his prepared "triple shot" skill.

But Chasing Wind's attack had only just begun.

The second arrow followed immediately, striking the archer's left knee.

"-320!"

The archer's movement speed immediately decreased, his body swayed, and he almost knelt on the ground.

The third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow...

Zhui Feng remained standing still, without moving an inch. The longbow in his hand seemed to have no recoil, and arrow after arrow flew out at a terrifyingly steady frequency.

Every arrow struck the archer's vital points accurately, including his joints, neck, and heart.

The situation on the field became very strange.

The archer was forced to retreat and lose his footing by the arrows flying like the wind. He tried to fight back, but each time he raised his bow, he was interrupted by the next arrow.

He tried to run, but the joints in his legs were attacked repeatedly and he couldn't move them at all.

From start to finish, the sharpshooter was completely suppressed and could only passively take hits.

"Is this...is this flying a kite?"

"What kite-flying? Look at his rhythm!" A veteran archer player stood up excitedly. "Every arrow he fires hits the opponent's most vulnerable spot perfectly! This isn't fighting, it's like walking a dog!"

In less than thirty seconds, the sharpshooter's health bar was empty.

He fell to the ground with a look of resentment on his face, and died without ever firing a second arrow.

Zhui Feng calmly put away his longbow, nodded in the direction where the archer had fallen, and then turned and walked back to his seat.

The entire arena was completely silent.

Everyone was amazed by this seemingly ordinary yet highly skillful duel.

After Chasing Wind won, the remaining challengers dared not act recklessly.

They finally understood: the Myth Guild was recruiting some monsters this time.

The challenges that followed were approached with much greater caution.

Li Wu turned to look at the stage, her gaze falling on the third-place position.

The warrior "Bloody Hand" was sitting there.

From the start of the assessment until now, he has been sitting in third place. No one has challenged him, and he hasn't challenged anyone else either, like an outsider.

"It's his turn," Hua Zitong said softly.

She had barely finished speaking when a figure stood up from the challenger's seat.

The person was wearing an ordinary mage's robe, and his appearance and ID were also very ordinary; his name was "Ink Trace".

He was the fifth person on Hua Zitong's list.

"I want to challenge the third-place finisher, Bloodhand."

Mohen's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The entire room immediately fell silent.

All eyes were on this little-known mage.

A mage versus a warrior?

Is this person crazy?

Bloodhand slowly raised his head, a hint of a smile flashing in his crimson eyes. He licked his chapped lips, stood up, and hoisted the massive two-handed axe from his shoulder.

"You've got guts."

He only said two words before striding to the center of the field.