I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Fengyun Jiutian stood on a small hill 800 meters north of the Sun Fortress.

He was holding a pair of binoculars.

Through the telescope, he could see the constantly moving figure on the city wall.

The figure moved too fast; he could barely track it with his binoculars. He'd barely focused on one spot when, after a flash, the figure appeared on the other side of the city wall.

"Take stock of the casualties," Feng Yun Jiu Tian said curtly.

His staff officer went around asking questions with the communicator, then returned.

"Seven minutes have passed since the start of the attack. The death toll is 1,427."

Fengyun Jiutian put down the telescope.

One thousand four hundred and twenty-seven people.

Seven minutes.

Two hundred people per minute on average.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

"Should we continue the attack?" the staff officer asked.

Looking at the figure on the city wall, Feng Yun Jiutian suddenly found it ridiculous.

With 4,500 men in high spirits, they were surrounded on three sides, while the opposing side had only 150 men. Everyone felt that this was a sure thing to win.

Then that person showed up.

A person stands on the city wall.

Hold the bow in your left hand and pull the string with your right.

And then it all ended.

"Brother Feng Jiu," Tie Bi's voice came through the communicator, "I've lost over six hundred men here, morale's starting to crumble. How's it going on your end?"

"More or less," Fengyun Jiutian said.

"What does 'roughly' mean? It's also a 600 discount?"

"My men were shot back before they even reached the city walls. More than three hundred were lost."

"Whose were the other 500 among the 1,400 casualties?"

"The small guild and Blood Wolf, they rushed in from the south, that's where Fog Sees Flowers first arrived, and they took two Burning Star Return to Void Arrows."

Iron Wall remained silent for a while.

"How much mana does he actually have? He attacked from Moonflower Fortress and fought here for seven minutes, firing at least six or seven Starburst Arrows. Adding to that his attacks on Moonflower and Starshine, he's fired at least twenty arrows today."

"He has a mana regeneration skill," Fengyun Jiutian said. "I've read the analysis posts on the forum. He has a skill called something like Magic Tide, which can instantly restore his mana to full."

Iron Wall cursed.

"Instantly restores full mana? Doesn't that mean he has unlimited mana?"

"almost."

"Then what's the point of fighting?" Iron Wall paused for a moment after saying that, as if he had realized something.

Fengyun Jiutian remained silent.

Yeah, what's the point of fighting?

Four thousand five hundred men are fighting against an archer who has "unlimited mana, can move at the speed of light on the city wall, and can kill a whole group with a single arrow."

This is not a war.

This is a gift.

"Should we retreat?" Iron Wall asked.

Fengyun Jiutian glanced at the remaining time of the event.

One hour and seventeen minutes.

Even if they take Sunrise Fortress now, they'll still face the problem that person is still around. If he doesn't leave, the fortress can't be defended.

"Withdraw," Fengyun Jiutian said.

"If you remove the review, it's gone."

"Once the person is gone, evaluations are useless."

Iron Wall did not refute further.

The order was given, and the attacks from all three directions ceased simultaneously.

The players at the front lines began to retreat.

But not everyone is willing to withdraw.

Some solo players and members of small guilds were unwilling to give up, feeling that there were enough people and they should continue to push.

"Why retreat? He's just one person! We still have over three thousand people!"

"One person killed 1,500 of us! And you're still charging?"

"His magical powers will eventually run out..."

A beam of white light shone from the city wall.

The blazing sun pierced through the arrow.

It silently traversed three hundred meters, piercing the chest of the shouting lone warrior.

The white light dissipated.

The people around fell silent.

No one said "keep pushing" anymore.

The retreat turned into a rout.

More than three thousand people dispersed in all directions.

Some people were too slow and were caught by the chain-like lightning bolts shot from the city walls. The lightning bounced through the crowd, taking one person with each bounce.

The fleeing people shouted and shoved each other, wishing they could turn into a gust of wind.

On the city wall, Li Wu did not chase after them.

He stood on the highest point of the north city wall, watching the fleeing crowd.

The bow in his hand was still drawn.

But he did not shoot again.

Hunting down deserters is pointless. These people are never coming back.

He put down the bow.

The communicator rang.

Hua Zitong's voice.

"I see them, they're retreating."

"I saw it."

"Should we go after them?"

"I'm not going to pursue it anymore."

Hua Zitong paused for a moment. "How many people did you take down?"

Li Wu glanced at the system's kill statistics.

"One thousand six hundred and seventy-three."

There was silence for three seconds on the other end of the communicator.

"You, all by yourself, killed more than 1,600 people in ten minutes?"

"almost."

Hua Zitong fell silent.

Li Wu sat on the city wall.

He was really tired this time, not physically, but mentally.

Continuous high-speed movement, instantaneous judgment, and precise shooting—dozens of decisions were made every second. More than two hundred shots were fired in seven minutes, each requiring target selection, angle calculation, and priority assessment.

His brain worked at high speed for more than two hours.

Beneath the city wall, Immovable Mountain led his troops out through the breach.

He looked up at Li Wu, who was sitting on the city wall.

"President."

"Um."

"They won't come back, will they?"

"No, that won't happen again," Li Wu said. "No one would deliver twice in a row."

He nodded, unmoved as a mountain. He wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and then closed it again.

In the end, it was the bull who spoke for him.

"Guild Leader, how many people have you defeated today? Including the three fortresses of Sunrise, Starshine, and Moonlight."

Li Wu thought for a moment.

The Sunrise Fortress killed about a thousand people. The Starshine Fortress killed five or six hundred. The Moonlit Fortress killed two or three hundred. Adding to that the more than sixteen hundred from earlier.

Around three thousand five hundred.

The bull's lips twitched.

"Three thousand five."

"Um."

"one person."

"Um."

The bull looked up at the sky, then at Li Wu, and then back at the sky.

"I don't think I'll ever catch up with you in this lifetime," said the bull.

"You couldn't have caught up anyway," Li Wu said.

The bull choked for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The atmosphere on the city wall became more relaxed.

But Li Wu knew it wasn't over yet.

The event will last for another hour or so.

However, he no longer needs to worry about a counterattack.

In that battle just now, more than 1,600 people were killed. Adding those killed during the siege, the enemy's effective fighting force is now less than 2,000.

Two thousand men were scattered throughout the wilderness, without unified command and morale.

They won't be able to mount any decent attacks anymore.

Li Wu opened the system panel to check the progress of the activity evaluation.

[Currently occupied fortresses: 3/3]

[Occupation Time: Ongoing]

[Stage Evaluation: S (Perfect)]

perfect.

This is enough.

He closed his eyes and rested against the battlements.

I opened my eyes five minutes later.

The communicator rang again.

Hua Zitong's voice.

"One hour and eight minutes remain. The remnants of the Iron Blood Alliance and the Rise of the Storm are running away into the distance, showing no signs of regrouping. The Blood Wolf Guild has completely disappeared."

"Then let's wait for the settlement."

"You're not going back to Moonflower Fortress."

"I'm not going back. I'll just sit here."

"Okay." Hua Zitong paused for a moment, "You know what? Lin Hai asked me to tell you that he has compiled today's results into a complete video compilation."

"A compilation?"

"From the Sunrise Fortress to the surrender of the Moonlit Fortress, and the defense of this place, the whole thing."

Who recorded this?

"Some of these are from the 'Chasing the Wind Record,' and some are from death replays automatically saved by the system after the opponent is defeated."

Li Wu smiled. "Lin Hai certainly thinks ahead."

He said that the video would be released after the event, and then District 21 would no longer need to be played.

"What do you mean?"

"This means that no one will challenge the Myth Guild anymore."

Li Wu did not respond to that.

He knew it was impossible.

Where there are people, there is conflict. Being beaten into submission today doesn't mean they won't come back tomorrow. When new strongmen emerge and new areas open, everything will be reshuffled.

But at least for now.

At least in District 21.

At least for today.

No one dared to step within five kilometers of the Sunshine Fortress again.

He leaned against the battlements, waiting for the event to end.