Legend of the Divine Archer

Without waiting for the victory announcement, Huang turned and departed the stage, leaving the roaring cheers of the spectators behind him. The crowd, electrified by his performance, continued to chant his name even as he walked away.

"What a magnificent performance from the rookie! We have been thoroughly entertained!" the announcer exclaimed, still caught up in the excitement of the match. Meanwhile, Duan Da was being transported by the medical team, his body battered and his spirit crushed. It was clear that he wouldn't be fighting again for a long time.

Word of Huang's victory spread like wildfire through the lower levels of Babel Tower. The story of a rookie who could seemingly predict the future quickly captured the imagination of many. The fight recordings were distributed, and soon, experienced fighters and analysts were dissecting every moment.

"It's not clairvoyance," one seasoned warrior explained after studying the footage. "It's cunning, pure and simple. Huang disguised his heavy shots as light ones, forcing Duan Da to defend with everything he had. That was the first distraction. The second was the arrow barrage. It looked like an assault, but in reality, he was toying with Duan Da's senses.

With his bloodline, Duan Da relies heavily on smell, touch, and sound when he moves at high speeds. But Huang's movements during the barrage—sometimes forward, sometimes backward, left or right—threw off those senses, making it impossible for Duan Da to pinpoint his position accurately.

"So, even though Duan Da eventually freed himself, he was still in a disoriented state for the rest of the fight. That's why he couldn't land a hit, no matter how fast he moved. From the very start, Duan Da was Huang's prey. It's incredible that Huang could devise such a deep strategy in just one day. But what's more remarkable is that he's probably the only one capable of replicating it. Why?

Because of his blindness. His understanding of human senses is unparalleled. But now that we know what to look out for, this strategy won't be as effective."

The myth of Huang's supposed clairvoyance was debunked, but the legend of his intellect and poise remained firmly planted in the minds of the public. His fame extended to his two companions, who soon found themselves in the spotlight as well.

Zhang San, with his overwhelming brute force, dominated his opponent and secured an effortless victory. Wei Xi, wielding the raw power of his spear, obliterated his adversary with equal ease. Together, the trio became known as the "Super Rookies."

In just three days, they were the new sensation of the lower levels. Everyone was eager to see what their next move would be. Would they climb higher in the tower? Would they stabilize their position? Just how strong were they?

Meanwhile, Lee Ann was overjoyed.

By proxy, she had become the agent of the trio, handling all their tasks related to the tower, even managing their points from time to time. Their frugality and carelessness with money worried her—they seemed oblivious to the value of their earnings.

Lee Ann, who had worked in the tower since she was five, doing everything from the most demeaning jobs to her current position as an onboarding specialist, had never seen this much money before. For the first time, she found herself at the center of something extraordinary, and she was determined to make the most of it.

At this moment, Lee Ann found herself in Yan Jin's room, going over the accounts with him and his companions. It was a task she took seriously, though it often felt like talking to a wall. Yan Jin's attention seemed solely focused on the bird perched on his shoulder, barely acknowledging her presence.

"You currently have 3,000 points," she began, trying to keep her tone professional despite the odd atmosphere. "That's enough to rent a low-grade blood pool for a week, but it's not much if you want to make significant progress."

Yan Jin, still more interested in his bird than the conversation, asked, "How much is the mid-grade blood pool?"

"Thousands of points per day," she replied. "But you need to be on the 20th floor to access it."

"Okay," Yan Jin said with an unsettling calmness, "send a challenge for the rank one of the 10th floor."

Lee Ann hesitated, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of concern.

"Yes," he affirmed without a second thought. "Bet all 3,000 points on my win."

Lee Ann blinked, taken aback by his confidence, but she quickly nodded. "Got it. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you," Yan Jin replied, still not looking at her, his hand gently stroking the bird's feathers.

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In a dimly lit meeting room, the atmosphere was tense as a group of people intently watched the recording of Yan Jin's recent fight. The screen flickered, displaying every calculated move and every precise arrow shot by Yan Jin, leaving the room in a contemplative silence.

"What do you think?" a woman dressed in sleek, black leather asked the man seated at the head of the table. Her tone was respectful, almost cautious.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The man, who appeared to be in his late teen years, leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the screen. His sharp eyes seemed to dissect every frame of the fight. "He's definitely a great strategist," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "But I'm not convinced by his raw strength.

He's wearing a jammer, so it's difficult to gauge his true cultivation level, but I'd place him around the lord level." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Add him to the list. Let's see how well he fares from here on."

The woman nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, Young Master," she said with a hint of reverence, before excusing herself and leaving the room.

The man remained seated, his fingers idly playing with the ring on his hand as the recording continued to play in the background. His eyes, now glowing with a faint purple hue, focused on Yan Jin's every movement. "They're wrong," he murmured to himself. "He did more than just mess with Duan Da's senses. He controlled what Duan Da wanted to see.

The poor fool was outclassed from the start." A slow smile spread across his face. "Now that your trick is out, show me your true power."

--

Meanwhile, back in his quarters, Yan Jin sat calmly, petting Scara, who had grown increasingly restless from being cooped up in the confines of the ship. Yan Jin understood the creature's agitation; Scara was meant to soar freely, not be trapped indoors.

He knew what he needed now—Babel Points, and lots of them. The more points he amassed, the more he could bolster his cultivation. It had been three days since his debut, and the buzz around his name was still strong.

His next fight was critical in establishing himself as a true contender, someone who wasn't just a flash in the pan but a rising force in the tower.