Legend of the Divine Archer

The bodies of the Golden Warriors lay strewn across the stage as Yan Jin tore through them, one after another. What had started as an exciting spectacle quickly turned into something far more sinister massacre.

Blood soaked the arena floor, and the once-thrilling combat had devolved into a grim and brutal display. There was no flair, no entertaining element, just one man systematically tearing through the roster of the Golden Warriors with unrelenting efficiency.

The crowd, once buzzing with excitement, now sat in stunned silence. Challenger after challenger walked onto the stage only to offer their lives to the merciless god of war that Yan Jin had become.

"How many is that now?" a spectator asked, his voice shaky as he watched Yan Jin brutally rip the spine from his latest opponent.

"Fiften, I think... I stopped counting after he tore that guy's arm clean off!" another replied, his tone filled with disbelief.

"I can't watch this anymore," someone else murmured, unable to look away but visibly disturbed by the carnage.

"He's doing it so effortlessly... He might actually kill them all," another spectator said, a mixture of awe and horror in his voice. Discover exclusive tales at m,v--NovelBin.net

Suddenly, a voice from the crowd broke through the tension, shouting, "Give it back! For fuck's sake!"

"Yeah, whatever it is, give it back!" another yelled in agreement.

The chant caught on quickly. "Give it back! Give it back! Give it back!" The arena reverberated with the cries of the crowd, their voices merging into a rhythmic demand, urging the Golden Warriors to surrender whatever it was that Yan Jin sought.

In the VIP section, Zhang Chi sat back, elated. His investment in Huang had paid off beyond his wildest expectations. Not only were the Golden Warriors losing members at an alarming rate, but their reputation was also being utterly demolished. They were no longer the bullies but the victims, completely humiliated by a newcomer.

"You better give him what he wants before he kills every single one of your members," Zhang Chi teased Nie Yang, a satisfied grin on his face. He had waited a long time to get one over on the golden-haired warrior, and now, watching Nie Yang squirm, he couldn't hide his delight.

Luo Li's eyes stayed fixed on the stage. "Do you think he's reached resonance?" she asked, recalling how Huang had once struggled to defeat even a lower resonance-level lightning wolf. Now, he seemed stronger than ever.

"I don't think so," Zhang Chi replied, scanning Yan Jin's movements. "Even with the jammer present, I don't feel any resonance wave fluctuations."

"Probably not," another chimed in, nodding in agreement. "But his strength is definitely at the resonance level, at least in terms of raw power."

Nie Li, meanwhile, had been quietly watching with a look of simmering rage building on his face. "Let me end this," he said suddenly, his voice low and deadly. "I have unresolved business with that monkey." He had always felt inferior to his genius half-brother, although he had the prestige and support of the family he always felt out of sort within the rank of true geniuses.

His insecurities would come flaring at him, because of his lack of talent.

Nie Yang gave a subtle nod of approval. His pride had taken a devastating hit, and the humiliation was becoming unbearable. Watching Yan Jin dismantle the Golden Warriors effortlessly pushed him to his breaking point. He regretted not killing Huang in that room all those months ago. Now, it was too late. All he could do was let Nie Li attempt to salvage what was left of their honor.

With a flick of his hand, Nie Yang signaled to Nie Li. It was time for the confrontation that had been brewing for far too long.

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Yan Jin had just finished his twentieth opponent, the echo of the man's head still bouncing in his mind, when a golden beam of light struck him from behind. The impact was immediate and brutal, sending him sprawling across the stage, his body colliding with the ground like a rag doll.

From the gleaming aura, Nie Li descended onto the stage, a giant flaming lion at his side, its roar shaking the arena. Nie Li's face was twisted with fury, his aura flaring wildly. "You blind bastard," he snarled. "Messing with nobodies got you feeling like you're something special?"

His voice was laced with venom. "Well, I'm here to remind you—you're nothing."

"Well, well, well..." Yan Jin's voice echoed from the rubble as his figure emerged, dusting off his robe as if the attack had been nothing more than an inconvenience. "Isn't it my old friend, Captain Nie Li the Coward?" Yan Jin said mockingly, his tone icy. "It seems like Nie Yang is not taking my threat seriously."

Nie Li's face darkened further, his lips curling into a sneer. "Why would he take you seriously, blind bastard? You're nothing more than a joke. I'll kill you like I did that little girl from your clan... and the rest of the Yan family." He gestured to his lion, which let out a deafening roar. "And then, I'll feed your corpse to Jinze."

A flicker of rage passed through Yan Jin's expression, his hands slowly pulling his long, silver hair back. His calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a seething fury that had been building for months, now finally breaking free.

"Since he doesn't want to take me seriously, I'll make him," Yan Jin whispered, his voice low and lethal. The air around him grew cold, as if the very atmosphere was bowing to his wrath. A delicate sound, like waves crashing against the shore, accompanied the sudden drop in temperature. White flames began to pulse around his chest, growing with every beat of his heart.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Each pulse of the flame grew larger, brighter, until Yan Jin's entire body was enveloped by the burning white fire. His eyes were hidden beneath his ceremonial wooden mask, but his presence alone was enough to make the crowd shudder. The flame swirled around him like a tornado, growing in intensity until it filled the stage with a terrifyingly oppressive aura.

The arena's defensive runes flickered to life, struggling to shield the spectators from the immense power being unleashed.

The higher the flame rose, the colder the arena became. Frost spread across the floor, and Yan Jin's breath misted in the frigid air. His hair whipped wildly in the wind, while his power continued to grow, unchecked. The audience could only watch in stunned silence as the very arena seemed to tremble under the pressure.

With a single gesture, Yan Jin raised his hand, his fingers glowing with crystalline cold. Massive pillars of ice shot up from the ground, towering around the stage. Crystal roses blossomed from the frost, each delicate petal radiating with power. The ice formations rose higher, swirling and converging around the stage until they formed an elaborate cage, sealing both Yan Jin and Nie Li inside.

Nie Li's cocky grin faltered as he realized the gravity of the situation. The lion at his side growled, sensing the danger as the cold gnawed at its fiery aura.

Yan Jin's voice cut through the growing storm, his tone deathly calm. "Unfortunately, Nie Li... you're going to pay the price."

With that, the frost in the air thickened, and the deadly chill of Yan Jin's white flames roared to life, their wrath fully unleashed.