Legend of the Divine Archer

The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as the stage transformed into a glistening ice castle. The once-roaring arena fell into a hush, the chilling spectacle leaving everyone spellbound.

"What is that movement technique?" Nie Yang asked, his voice a mixture of incredulity and curiosity. He turned to Zhang Chi, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Does your pavilion have something this precious?"

"Believe it or not, he doesn't belong to my pavilion," Zhang Chi replied tersely, cutting off further questions. His tone suggested there was more to Huang's abilities than met the eye, and he was not in the mood for further discussion.

The arena was now an icy battleground. On stage, Li Jie was propelled forward by the explosive force of his flames, bursting through the debris like a rocket. His blazing axes cleaved through the air with fury, but Yan Jin remained a step ahead. The ice beneath him became his ally, allowing him to glide effortlessly across the stage like a figure skater.

With each graceful stride, Huang shot arrows imbued with ice. The arrows, though not powerful enough to pierce Li Jie's fiery defenses outright, created a cascade of sizzling vapor that filled the air, adding to the visual and sensory spectacle.

Li Jie, unphased by the relentless barrage, countered with blazing slashes from his axes, his flames were intensifying as he fought to close the distance. His movements were a blur while he threw his axes with deadly precision, aiming to counter Huang and break through the icy space.

The two warriors darted back and forth across the stage, in a dizzying display of speed and power. The once-icy floor was rapidly transformed into a slushy mess, a testament to the fierce combat between them. Li Jie's fiery assault melted patches of ice, but Huang's swift movements and precise shots kept him at bay. .net

With a determined roar, Li Jie launched one of his flaming axes at Huang, who had run out of ice to skate on. The axe spun through the air, generating a tremendous pressure as it approached.

In a calculated counter, Huang took three deliberate steps back, his breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. He nocked a single arrow, with his blood energy surging through him like a tsunami. The energy rapidly congregated toward the bow, turning the tip of the arrow into an almost blinding white. With a deep breath, he released the arrow, which flew through the air like a freezing missile.

The arrow's trajectory was unstoppable. As it sped towards Li Jie's axe, it created a path of ice in its wake, turning everything it touched into a solid crystalline structure. The floor, the ceiling, and even the air itself began to crystallize, encasing the entire arena in a breathtaking ice castle.

The cold arrow collided with the spinning axe, instantly freezing the flames around it. The stage, once a battleground of fire and ice, was now transformed into a crystalline wonderland.

The spectators could feel the bite of the cold as the temperature plummeted, their breaths visible in the icy air. The arena had become Huang's domain, the transformation was so complete that the audience felt as though they were witnessing a magical performance rather than a mere fight.

"It's over Give Up" Yang Jin said to Jie Li. "You are kidding right I am just getting warmed up"

As Li Jie's roar echoed through the arena, his entire being surged with the fury of his unleashed bloodline. Behind him, the shadow of a colossal fire dragon appeared, crowned with six blazing halos that signified his status as a purified king, on the cusp of celestial power.

The flames roared, and the heat from his body radiated outwards, creating tornadoes of fire that whirled around him, casting him as the center of a maelstrom.

The stage was divided—a battlefield of extremes. One half was cold as ice, a domain ruled by Yan Jin's chilling power. The other half burned with scorching intensity, a testament to Li Jie's fiery might. The opposing forces clashed in the air, cold and heat fighting for dominance, sending swirling currents of alternating temperatures across the arena.

When the firestorm receded, Li Jie's transformation was complete. He no longer looked like a man but a god of flames. His entire body was enveloped in a blazing aura, the flames licking his skin and casting a fiery glow over the stage. Clutching his remaining axe, he prepared for what would be his most devastating attack yet.

On the opposite side, Yan Jin was preparing too. For the first time, his posture shifted. His legs spread wide, and he crouched low, his body tense like a spring ready to explode. His blood energy surged with such intensity that the entire arena felt its oppressive weight. Dark, swirling purple energy rose from him like a demon taking form, reaching up toward the ceiling of the arena.

The sheer destructive nature of his power sent shockwaves through the crowd, causing even the most experienced warriors in the audience to recoil in surprise.

"What kind of energy is this?" someone gasped, the audience trembling from the sheer malevolence emanating from Yan Jin.

As both contenders readied their final, lethal moves, the anticipation in the arena reached its peak. But up in the VIP hall, where the most elite warriors of the tower watched, a calm voice broke through the tension.

"It's over. He won."

The voice belonged to He Chen, the leader of the Miracle Generation and the infamous madman from the Phantom Division. Without a hint of doubt in his voice, he stood, flanked by his two companions. The elites in the room stared in shock as he turned his back on the fight and left without another word, leaving them to wonder at the certainty of his prediction.

Back on the stage, Li Jie's voice boomed as he unleashed his final attack.

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A massive dragon made entirely of fire erupted from his body, its scales glimmering orange as it charged forward with terrifying speed. The ground beneath it cracked and melted from the intense heat, and its roar reverberated through the arena like the cry of a god. The dragon stormed across the stage, its jaws wide open, ready to engulf Yan Jin in an inferno.

At the same time, Yan Jin's cold voice cut through the chaos.

"Garuda Feather Storm!"

He released his arrow, and with it, a deafening bird cry echoed in the arena. A storm of thousands of icy feathers followed, each one sharp as a blade, swirling toward the oncoming dragon. The cold wind howled as the feathers formed a colossal storm, cutting through the air and clashing head-on with the fire dragon.

The two titanic forces collided with a deafening crash that shook the very foundations of the arena. The fire dragon roared as it met the icy storm, its flames battling against the freezing feathers. The air around them shimmered with the raw energy of their clash, and for a moment, it seemed as if the arena itself would be torn apart by the sheer power.