Legend of the Divine Archer

Abruptly, Nie Yang pulled back, shaken by the unsettling vision. "Illusions," he muttered under his breath, though the threat still lingered in his mind. "Do you think I won't kill you right here?" he growled, his voice filled with menace.

"You're smarter than your coward brother," Yan Jin replied coolly. "You won't do anything rash that could destroy all the years of work you've put into the tower."

Nie Yang's eyes narrowed. Yan Jin's unwavering calm was more provoking than any insult. In a flash, Nie Yang's aura shifted—vicious and deadly—and his hand shot out, gripping Yan Jin by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

"I may not be as despicable as Nie Li," Nie Yang sneered, tightening his grip, "but I am just as vicious. So tell me, will you give me what I want, or do I have to squeeze it out of you?"

Yan Jin's breathing became shallow under the pressure, but his expression didn't change. Even with Nie Yang's hand constricting his throat, his eyes remained locked, unflinching, as if the violence around him were nothing more than a passing breeze.

"Pfff!" Yan Jin spat a mouthful of blood onto Nie Yang's face. Furious and disgusted, Nie Yang let go for a moment to wipe his eyes, and in that instant, Yan Jin made a break for it. He grabbed Scara and bolted toward the door, but the power gap between them was too large.

Nie Yang, faster and stronger, reached out, grabbed the back of Yan Jin's head, and slammed it against the wall with brutal force, breaking Yan Jin's nose.

"You little shit," Nie Yang muttered, slamming his head against the wall again. And again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Blood streamed down Yan Jin's face as his vision blurred, each hit making his world darker. Just as Nie Yang prepared to strike again, a powerful voice echoed through the room.

"Enough!" it commanded. In an instant, a single glowing purple eye ball appeared, seemingly materializing out of thin air, halting Nie Yang mid-strike.

Nie Yang paused, recognizing the eyes. "Why are you interfering in my business?" he spat, his fury still simmering.

"He holds a token from my master," the voice replied, its presence cool and authoritative. "You are not allowed to touch him."

Nie Yang's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Him?" He found it hard to believe that Yan Jin, an orphan from Pine City, was somehow connected to such a powerful entity. It was a frustrating realization—he had planned to rough up the kid, maybe take a few of his secrets, but now that he was under the protection of this mysterious figure, the situation had changed.

A dangerous weed he couldn't touch until it grew beyond his control.

"Fine," Nie Yang said coldly, dropping Yan Jin onto the floor. He picked up Scara's cage. "I'll be taking this as compensation for wasting my time."

Seated on the floor, bleeding but still defiant, Yan Jin watched as Nie Yang walked away with Scara. Despite his battered state, his voice rang out clearly. "Take care of him. I'll be coming for him, and your head, soon enough."

Nie Yang paused for a moment, looking back at Yan Jin. The warning, though almost impossible given their difference in power, lingered in the air before he left the room.

As the door closed, the glowing purple eyes turned toward Yan Jin. "You must have questions," the voice said, calmer now that the immediate threat had passed.

Yan Jin wiped the blood from his face, his eyes burning with barely controlled rage. "No," he said, breathing heavily. "Thank you for helping me. I'll repay you when I can."

The voice, still disembodied but commanding, replied, "When you ascend to the 60th floor, we will meet again."

Yan Jin, his rage still boiling beneath the surface, stood up slowly, his broken body screaming in pain. "I don't care what your relationship with the old man is, but if you ever spy on me again, I will kill you too." His words were laced with venom, and his blood energy surged violently.

The glowing purple eyes seemed to falter under the pressure of Yan Jin's unleashed fury. In a moment, the image of the eyes shattered, crumbling into mist before fading away entirely.

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Yan Jin's body throbbed with anger, every fiber of his being pulsing with the desire for immediate revenge. He knew he had the power to break into the resonance realm and challenge Nie Yang right now. But deep down, he understood that doing so would be reckless, and despite the seething rage coursing through him, he was not foolish.

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He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. "One year," he muttered to himself, voice low and dangerous. "Just one year, and I'll make them all pay."

His mind focused, Yan Jin walked briskly to the reception to find Lee Ann. She noticed his battered, bloodied face and hurried over, her eyes wide with concern.

"What happened to you?" she asked, staring at him in shock as she watched his injuries slowly healing before her eyes.

Yan Jin didn't break his stride. "I need you to do me a favor," he said, his voice calm but cold. "Schedule my promotion challenge for tomorrow."

Lee Ann hesitated for a second, sensing the weight of his words and the raw intensity in his tone. "Yes, of course," she replied, instinctively knowing that now was not the time to ask questions. Yan Jin clearly wasn't in a mood to explain what had transpired.

"Also," he added, stopping for just a moment to meet her gaze. "Find me a list of every Golden Warrior member in the tower—floor, rank, all of them."

Lee Ann's breath caught in her throat as she saw the smoldering fury in his eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, though a part of her already knew the answer.

"A bloodbath." Yan Jin's voice was icy, resolute. Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked away, the weight of his vengeance trailing behind him like a shadow.

As Yan Jin left, Lee Ann stood frozen for a moment, watching his retreating figure, her heart pounding

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The news of the promotion match spread like wildfire. Yan jin's reputation as the super rookie that could fight veterans, and ascend the tower was enough to attract all the partisan to watch his promotion match.

The arena was a grand spectacle, an immense circular structure with towering stands that stretched high above the combat floor. Thousands of spectators filled the seats, eager to witness the much-anticipated promotional match.

The stage itself was made of hardened stone, reinforced by ancient runes to withstand the devastating clashes that often took place within. In the center was a pit of sand, an intimidating battlefield for the match against the Sand Crocodile, a vicious beast known for its near-impenetrable defenses and resistance to elemental attacks.

The atmosphere was electric. Banners of various divisions fluttered in the wind, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. Conversations swirled through the air as onlookers speculated about Yan Jin's chances against his formidable opponent. To them, the super rookie was walking into a fight against a creature designed to counter everything he excelled at.

The tension only added to the anticipation.