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

Lin Hai stood at the entrance of Qianjin Pavilion, his hands behind his back, his expression changing several times.

He rushed to the entrance as soon as the server-wide announcement popped up and has been standing there ever since, waiting for almost twenty minutes.

Li Wu walked at the front, followed by Hua Zitong, Mohen, Zhuifeng, and Yefeng.

Five people.

There were only five people.

Lin Hai's throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth twice without making a sound.

He looked at Li Wu's face; there was neither a triumphant smile nor an exhausted look.

It was very peaceful.

It's like going out to buy groceries in the morning.

Li Wu entered the main hall of Qianjin Pavilion.

The hall was packed with people.

All members of the Myth Guild online—combat teams, logistics teams, life skills teams, and even the few patrol members responsible for security—came back.

There were at least fifty people standing there, a dark mass.

Quiet.

Everyone was looking at the doorway.

There was a brief silence for about two seconds as Li Wu stepped through the door.

Then it exploded.

"Boss!!!"

"Long live the president!"

"Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

The brute was the first to charge forward, his booming voice nearly lifting the roof off: "Boss! You really took them down? Five people? A level 52 leader?"

Li Wu glanced at him: "We took it."

"Damn it!" Bull slammed his fist into his thigh, wincing in pain, but laughing louder than anyone else.

Mad Blade squeezed in, his eyes shining: "Guild Leader, what's that Demon Overlord like? Is he strong?"

"Strong." Li Wu thought for a moment, "We almost didn't have enough blue."

"Not enough blue?" Kuangdao was taken aback.

"After firing the last arrow, I have a little over 300 mana left."

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

More than three hundred.

Everyone realized a problem.

What happens if you don't have enough mana to fire the last arrow?

A level 52 leader and a level 40 player, if killed, will suffer a weakened soul, and in severe cases, become a vegetable.

"Almost...how much almost?" Lin Hai's voice was a little tense.

"One arrow short," Li Wu said. "If I can't shoot the last arrow, I'll have to think of another way."

He spoke casually, but no one present felt relaxed.

"Alright, stop standing there." Li Wu sat down on the sofa in the center of the hall. "When are Immovable Mountain and Steel Shield coming back?"

"They're cleaning up the battlefield," Lin Hai quickly replied. "The second regiment on the Immovable Mountain side has already started to dissipate the demons in the Cursed Lands. He said they'll be completely cleared out in another ten minutes. It's almost the same on Steel Shield. The situation in Stranglethorn Vale is better than in the Cursed Lands; the demons are dissipating even faster there."

"What about casualties?"

"Two people died in the Second Regiment, but they have been resurrected. They are in a weakened state and are resting. The First Regiment suffered zero casualties."

"Who were those two who died?"

"Anchor and a mage named Star River."

Li Wu frowned.

Anchor.

The warrior who was eliminated in the last dungeon spot lottery had specifically leveled up his Iron Anchor for two days beforehand.

"What happened when he died?"

Lin Hai pulled up the combat log: "During the third wave of demonic assault, Iron Anchor took a hit for a healer and was instantly killed. Star River was hit by the demon warlock's spell and didn't have time to escape."

"Iron Anchor took a knife for someone..." Li Wu paused for a moment, "How is he now?"

"His soul is weak, and he says he has a terrible headache. He's lying in the camp."

"Have him come to my office when he gets back."

"it is good."

Hua Zitong sat down next to Li Wu and took a glass of water from Lin Hai.

"Third in the entire server." She looked at Li Wu. "Did you foresee this?"

"No," Li Wu shook his head. "I thought it would be at most in the top ten."

Why?

"District 21 is a new district, and its average level is dozens of levels lower than that of the older districts. Normally, it would be impossible for it to be in the top five."

"But you still decided to launch a direct assault on Hellfire Citadel."

Li Wu didn't respond.

He did take a gamble.

He was betting on the time difference of a decapitation strike. While players in the older servers were still methodically clearing the invaded areas, he stabbed the demon in the heart, solving the problem at its root.

Speed ​​is more important than strength.

He understood this from the very beginning.

"Lin Hai." Li Wu turned his head.

"exist."

"Have the rewards for the world event been settled yet?"

Lin Hai shook his head: "Not yet. The system said that a full-area settlement would be conducted within thirty minutes after the intrusion channel was closed. Only fifteen minutes have passed now, so we'll probably have to wait a while longer."

"Just wait." Li Wu leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes briefly.

He was indeed tired.

It wasn't physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion. Continuously constructing the four-arrow skill, maintaining high levels of dodging and output in battle, and repeatedly deducing the combination of secret runes in his mental sea—all of these things had a tremendous drain on his mental energy.

"Why don't you go and rest for a bit?" Hua Zitong said softly.

"Wait until the settlement is complete."

Zhui Feng squeezed out of the crowd, holding a plate of barbecue in his hand.

"President, would you like some? The logistics team made it; they said it's an appetizer for the victory celebration banquet."

Li Wu opened his eyes, glanced at it, and reached out to take a piece.

Thanks.

Chasing Wind chuckled, then turned and was dragged away by Wild Bull.

Wild Bull grabbed Wind Chaser's collar and whispered, but the whole hall could hear him: "Tell me, what does that level 52 leader look like? Is he tall? Is he strong? How much damage does the boss do with one arrow?"

Zhui Feng was taken aback by the question.

"Twenty meters high."

How tall?

"Twenty meters."

The bull stared blankly for three seconds with its mouth agape.

"Are you sure it's not a 20-meter projection?"

"Confirmed. It's a real entity, twenty meters tall, the kind that could crush me with one hand."

The bull froze for another three seconds.

"How did the boss fight?"

Zhui Feng glanced at Li Wu, who was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa in the distance, and unconsciously lowered his voice.

"One arrow, twenty-two thousand."

The entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone heard those words.

Twenty-two thousand.

There was a silence of about five seconds.

Then Lin Hai's voice came from the corner, trembling noticeably.

"How much did you say?"

"Twenty-two thousand eight hundred and seventy-six." Zhui Feng recalled the number, enunciating each word clearly, "The first arrow, a critical hit on a weak point, yielded twenty-three thousand two hundred and forty-five."

No one spoke in the hall.

Among them, the Berserker, who has the highest damage output, can only deal two to three thousand damage with a single burst at full power.

Twenty-two thousand.

It's a whole order of magnitude different.

"Monster," the bull murmured.

"Shut up." Mad Blade kicked him.

But Kuangdao's own expression was even more complex than that of Manniu.

The system notification sound suddenly rang.

Golden text appeared before the eyes of every member of the Myth Guild.

[Regional settlement begins.]

Li Wu opened her eyes.