Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 20 The Assassin, Drawing His Bow and Nocking an Arrow (Seeking recommendations and continued reading)
Only the top ten assassins can stand out and qualify for the finals of the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Arena.

The two arrived at the Holy Alliance Executive Government.
A staff member greeted them at the door, and upon seeing their competition tokens, the young man's respectful expression became even more pronounced.
"Two members of the Assassin's Temple, please follow me."

Yan Qianqiu walked into the Holy Alliance Trial Grounds.

After a while,
All the contestants from the six temples have gathered here.

"You really came, Assassin Number One."

Hearing a clear, melodious female voice behind him, Yan Qianqiu turned around.

Tan Wan's lips curled up slightly.

"This time, I will fight you as a mage!"

She came prepared this time.

Yan Qianqiu scrutinized the brilliant-grade Azure Maple Crystal staff in the woman's hand. "Is this all the confidence you have?"

“That’s not all,” Tan Wan said confidently.

Her teacher originally did not approve of her participating in the Demon Hunter Competition.
Li Zhengzhi even used the sword god Ye Wushuang, who died at the age of forty-seven, as a "negative" example, but he couldn't resist her persistent pleading.

Yan Qianqiu noticed that there were two men following the woman.

He knew one of them.

Lin Xin looked surprised and exchanged a glance with the boy. "Sister Wanzi, how do you know him?"

The woman shrugged. "It's a long story, so I'll just leave it at that."

"Six." Lin Xin's lips twitched.

The man at the back couldn't stand seeing the two of them so affectionate, and a burning jealousy rose in his eyes.

"Oh, good luck." Yan Qianqiu turned her gaze away from the three of them.

Hearing these lukewarm words, Tan Wan gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Everyone has arrived. The group formation ceremony will now begin!" said the burly old man.

After a while,
The group list appears on the crystal pillar.

Yan Qianqiu raised his head.

"First group, Knight One..."

"Second group: Assassin Number One, Priest Number Eighteen, Mage Number Two..."

He was assigned to the second group, while Cai'er was in the fourth group.

"We're going to have to part ways, Cai'er."

"See you later," the girl said with a hint of regret.

The second group's trial ground was the magic trial ground. After greeting Cai'er, Yan Qianqiu came to the magic trial ground alone.

Looking at the crystal pillar, Tan Wan couldn't help but say to Xuan Yuan Yan, "You have to be careful of Assassin Number One, he's extremely strong!"

The woman was about to explain the characteristics of Yan Qianqiu to Xuanyuan Yan in detail.

Unexpectedly, the man waved his hand dismissively.

"No need. Even if I'm ranked second, I, Xuanyuan Yan, will definitely win and show you!"

He had recently been jilted by Tan Wan and was seething with anger.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, I am no longer the Ah Yan of yesterday!

……

Yan Qianqiu arrived at the second group's training ground.

It wasn't long before it was his turn to play.

"Assassin Number One vs. Priest Number Eighteen, both of you, step onto the field and prepare for the match!"

Yan Qianqiu stepped onto the competition field.

His opponent was dressed in a priest's robe, but his physique was extremely robust.

He strode across the stage, wielding a staff that resembled a giant hammer.

Sima Xian?
Yan Qianqiu guessed to himself.

"The priest only needs to defend for ten minutes to win."

The referee said loudly.

According to regulations, the inkstone should be placed 100 meters away from the inkstone.

The outcome of this battle was a foregone conclusion in everyone's eyes.

After all, that's Assassin Number One.

Yan Qianqiu was wearing white leather armor, but not heavy armor.

Because his physical attributes had already surpassed those of magic-grade heavy armor.

"This assassin number one wasn't wearing a veil."

"But this young man is too handsome, he doesn't have any of the dark aura of an assassin at all." "The match begins!" These words were spoken.

Yan Qianqiu and Sima Xian sprinted towards the center of the arena almost simultaneously; the assassin was as fast as lightning, and the priest was as swift as thunder.

Yan Qianqiu was empty-handed.
With his arms crossed, he forcefully blocked the priest's heavy hammer.

The onlookers were stunned by the scene. "Is this a battle between an assassin and a priest?"

They muttered to themselves, "This is clearly a clash between warriors!"

A radiant spiritual fire ignited on Sima Xian's heavy hammer staff.

No one was more shocked than him, considering that his external spiritual power even surpassed that of a fifth-tier, third-level knight.

At this moment, he was still wielding a heavy hammer and staff, yet he couldn't even repel an assassin?
"Brother, did you come to the wrong arena? I'm fighting Assassin Number One, can you please stop making a blunder?"

Sima Xian touched his bald head, his face full of complicated emotions.

"Speak less and be more serious," Yan Qianqiu said succinctly.

He slammed his right foot heavily on the ground, a deafening explosion resounding throughout the arena. His figure transformed into a black shadow, appearing above Sima Xian's head in an instant.

His body twisted in the air.

His right leg slid down from the sky like a giant axe, crashing heavily onto the staff.

The terrifying force traveled through the staff, causing Sima Xian's muscular arm to go numb and his body to stagger backward.

"Is this an assassin?"

Xuan Yuan Yan's face twitched as he sat on the stage. How could an assassin fight head-on with his bare hands?

He was certain that the person on the field was Assassin Number One, because Tan Wan had warned him before he arrived.

The battle ended as easily as a whirlwind.

Sima Xian sat in the audience, panting heavily, looking at Yan Qianqiu with an extremely tense expression. "Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Does he look a bit like an assassin?"

Those present were speechless. "Dude, aren't you pretending to be a priest too? How dare you criticize others?"

"I...I..." Sima Xian was on the verge of tears, "I'm really a priest!"

There is only one match today.

After the fight,

Yan Qianqiu looked at the crystal pillar, "Our opponent in the second round of the round-robin tournament is Magic Temple No. 2."

Xuanyuan Yan stared at the boy with a fighting spirit in his eyes. Among the younger generation of the Magic Temple, his strength was second only to Tan Wan.

The second day passed in the blink of an eye.

After the referee announced the start of the match, Yan Qianqiu also stepped onto the field.

Several stone pillars rose from the arena, and at the same time, the distance between the two sides increased by one hundred meters.

"Fire elements drifting between heaven and earth..."

Spiritual energy condensed on Xuanyuan Yanhuo's magic staff, which was also of the Brilliant level. After all, families who chose to study magic were all quite wealthy.

[Fire Emblem Mark!]

Sixth-tier magic, similar to the Knight's Lock-on skill and the Priest's Eye of Truth, can mark invisible units.

Once the Fire Emblem mark is branded, the assassin becomes a target.

Sixth-tier skills are not something that ordinary people can learn, but Xuan Yuan Yan is the second genius of the Magic Temple!
Yan Qianqiu didn't pay any attention.
He took out the Spirit Demon-grade Heavy Bow - Mountain Rock Star-Carrying Bow from his storage ring.

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, align the three points (points, point, and arrow), aim at the opponent, and fire the arrow.

Upon witnessing this scene, Xuanyuan Yan exclaimed, "Holy crap! No martial ethics whatsoever!"

The rock arrow arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, and he activated the magic inherent in his Brilliant-grade staff, creating a fire barrier.

Crimson flames enveloped his body, attempting to withstand the attack.

However, Rock Arrow is effective against Fire-type attacks.

Moreover, Yan Qianqiu's speed in drawing his bow and nocking an arrow was astonishing.

Driven by terrifying external spiritual power, he launched eighteen arrows almost instantly.

Xuanyuan Yan gritted his teeth and urged the spirit furnace to start.
[Lava Fire Rain]

More than twenty meteors, each a meter in diameter, appeared in the sky.

Yan Qianqiu remained calm and composed as the fiery rain engulfed the sky.
Draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

Each fiery meteor exploded fiercely under his arrows, brilliant yet desolate.

"Referee, save me!"

The arrow, which was within arm's reach, terrified Xuanyuan Yan, who screamed at the referee at the top of his lungs.

(End of this chapter)