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

The thousands of players watching from afar stared wide-eyed, their minds blank.

They were completely unable to cope with this scene that was beyond their comprehension.

"That...that person, is he really a player?"

A player murmured to himself in a dreamlike voice.

"How could such a terrifying being exist in the Realm of Origin?"

"Arcane Archer... is this class really that powerful?"

"Isn't it said that this is the worst job, even worse than a regular job?"

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

Hua Zitong only took two steps to dodge the skill from beginning to end.

Afterwards, like a loyal audience member, I watched this magnificent yet cruel fireworks show, directed entirely by Li Wu.

When the second arrow landed, and the battle was essentially over, she stretched and loosened her muscles.

"Tsk, they didn't even give me a chance to make a move."

Her tone carried a hint of "complaint," but her face wore a proud smile.

Carrying her longsword, she strode toward the few survivors still clinging to life on the battlefield.

"Alright, the performance is over. Time to clean up."

To the survivors, her figure was no less than that of Death herself, emerging from hell.

The moment Long Xing and Ba Dao vanished in a flash of white light, this highly anticipated final battle came to an end in a way that no one had expected.

On the entire battlefield, apart from Li Wu and Hua Zitong, not a single "Dragon Travels the World" player could be seen standing.

Hua Zitong finished off the last few enemies with low health, picked up her longsword, and walked to Li Wu's side.

Looking at the mess on the ground and smelling the lingering burnt smell in the air, she couldn't help but sigh, "This guy was quite the ruthless one, but unfortunately, he wasn't very bright."

She was referring to Dragon Walk and Overlord Blade.

Knowing they were outmatched, yet still daring to launch a final assault—that courage is admirable.

"Let's go, let's clean up the battlefield." Li Wu's tone was calm as he bent down to pick up the equipment dropped by Long Xing and Ba Dao.

Hua Zitong shrugged and joined the ranks of the "cleaners".

The two were like diligent gardeners, harvesting ripe fruit in their own vegetable garden.

Their leisurely and carefree demeanor stood in stark contrast to the battlefield, littered with corpses and resembling hell.

The onlookers in the distance, after their initial shock and disbelief, finally came to their senses.

Then, the entire public channel exploded instantly!

"What am I seeing?! Am I witnessing gods fighting?!"

"Five arrows! Just five arrows! An elite squad of fifty is gone! Is this game even playable anymore?"

"Who on earth is that Arcane Archer? Which city is he from? That damage is outrageous!"

"Longxing Tianxia has completely failed this time, losing all face."

"It's not just a defeat, it's been completely uprooted! I heard that a lot of people are cursing Longxing and Badao, and clamoring to leave the guild."

"Serves them right! Who told them to mess with those two bastards?"

"From today onwards, I'm a die-hard fan of the 'Seeing Through the Fog' master! Does the master need any leg-hangers? The kind who'll shout '666'!"