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Chapter 203: Hunting Begins
Chapter 203: Hunting Begins
The Drakins Clan is a mysterious and elusive group, often regarded with fear and suspicion. They possess a terrifying ability to enhance their strength by consuming blood, much like vampires. However, their powers go far beyond mere blood consumption. The Drakins wield enigmatic abilities that delve into the arcane and unknown.
Due to their unsettling nature, the Drakins rarely showcase their full power openly, keeping their true strength shrouded. Even the Ten Clans, powerful in their own right, remain wary of the Drakins and maintain a guarded stance toward them.
It is whispered that the Drakins belong to the infernal demon clans, occupying a high rank among them, which has earned them the ominous title of the "Infernal Clan." As a result, many fear them as beings aligned with hell itself.
Violetta Drakins was now holding the first position with almost nine hundred points, and that was in just a few minutes.
The second rank wasn’t held by the battle maniac Kassandra, currently ranked third, but by a person named Dean Spada, hailing from one of the top ten clans renowned for their swordsmanship.
As time passed, the crowd began to notice subtle differences in skill and power among the participants. Many formidable contenders and dark horses started to reveal their true strength, gradually climbing the rankings and catching the audience’s attention.
Apollo also started to rank up using his archery, and he began to hunt using his spatial archery and raking points. Although his main focus was on improving his archery, not increasing his ranking, he was still many times faster than an ordinary saint due to the advantage of being a hunter who hunts from a large distance.
Although he was focused on mastering his spatial archery, his score climbed steadily, placing him well within the top 300 without even trying.
His soul-shattering bow gleamed under the sunlight as each shot tore through space, leaving behind faint spatial distortions. His arrows travelled farther than any normal attacks, appearing from unexpected angles to strike monsters unaware.
The leaderboard shifted and fluctuated as fierce battles unfolded across the valley.
Apollo didn’t care about ranking and remained unfazed. From his perch on the mountain, he scanned the landscape and marked potential targets. As other participants revealed their full strength to maintain their lead, Apollo stayed patient.
While many hunted recklessly to increase their points, Apollo hunted with calculated precision, ensuring that each arrow not only secured a kill but improved his understanding of spatial manipulation.
He knows that only at the end will the real competition begin when the participants will try to hunt each other to increase their points quickly. All he had to do now was slowly increase his points and steadily wait for the last day to arrive.
And with this thought, he flicked off his wrist and released multiple ice arrows.
WHOOSH!
The arrow disappeared into the layers of space, only to re-emerge hundreds of meters away, impaling a beast mid-pounce, killing it instantly and increasing his points.
Under the darkening sky of the miniature world, Apollo sat quietly on his mountaintop perch, the soul-shattering bow resting across his knees. His token glowed faintly—its points tally increasing slowly but steadily.
Time seemed to pass, and the first day finished with many surprises, but the top ten at the end of the day were steadily held by the people from the ten clans; even within the top fifty, more than thirty belonged to the top ten hegemonic clans.
Apollo maintained his position within the top three hundred, even climbing close to the two hundred mark, drawing significant attention from various clans. Matheo from the Rose Clan also performed well, securing a spot within the top three hundred by the end of the day. With two representatives making it into the top ranks, the Rose Clan was naturally elated and proud.
However, their success also attracted jealousy from several smaller and mid-tier clans, many of which failed to place even a single participant in the top three hundred.
Apollo’s fingers traced the bowstring absentmindedly as the stars above began to twinkle; his expression was serene.
He closed his eyes and began meditating, allowing his spiritual energy to replenish and sort his improvements and a new understanding of spatial archery as the valley stirred with restless beasts and eager competitors.
The next day was a little different. The competition was more fierce, and large and small twists appeared, and many strong participants fell prey to traps or some schemes, creating a small influx in the ranking.
Apollo himself also found some participants who were trying to hunt others, but he, with his spatial archery, ended their time here even without them knowing how they lost, leaving them flabbergasted by such a turn of events.
Sszzz Ssszz...
Arrows appeared flying suddenly, and the moment they felt something, they already had lost it.
"Fuck! What just killed them?" A small group of three that was eliminated were shocked and angry as they were teleported out of the miniature world.
But such things didn’t attract much attention, as they were just the weakest participants, not worthy of much attention.
At the end of the day, only some minor changes took place, but maybe because of luck or some reason, the top ten didn’t meet one another or had some major upset in the ranking.
Apollo also maintained his steady rate, and because of hunting some participants who were in the way, he calmly entered the top two hundred, and at the end of the day, he reached the 156th rank.
He knew the third and final day would be different. The real battles would unfold when the participants turned on one another, desperate to claim enough points for a spot in the top five hundred.
As the night settled over the valley, Apollo rested on his mountain perch, his bow resting across his lap. He didn’t need to scramble like the others; his strength was rooted in his precision.
Most didn’t hunt at night in the miniature world, as at night the world seems to get covered in a mysterious aura that makes it difficult for them to sense far, and it makes it difficult to find others, but still many try to take advantage of it, but most of them ended badly and lost due to sneak attacks by beasts who seem to not have any problem with it.
Even he cannot sense his enemies far away and barely reaches a hundred meters, more than enough to protect himself. So he waited for the next day.
When the final day arrived, the arrows he released would alter the outcome of the entire trial. And he would make sure that each one counted.
As the first rays of dawn pierced the horizon, the miniature world stirred. The final day had begun, and it did so with unrestrained ferocity.
From his vantage point, Apollo saw participants racing across the terrain, their weapons drawn, each of them hungry for points. Alliances shattered, betrayals unfolded, and traps were sprung without warning. Every arrow, every blade, and every spell was used with ruthless intent.
With a calm breath, Apollo drew his soul-shattering bow, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the battlefield below. He didn’t waste energy rushing into the fray, as from now on, it was going to be a desperate battle, and many hidden talents would also show their true strength today.
Szzz—whoosh! Szzz—whoosh! ...
One after another, arrows vanished into space, reappearing silently behind a fleeing participant. Before they could sense it, the arrow pierced their back, and the participants collapsed mid-step, their token flashing and points transferring to Apollo. The body faded, teleported out of the trial.
After experimenting and practising for two days, he now became much better; not only could he fire multiple arrows quickly, but his power, distance, and precision also increased, showing how talented and shockingly fast he improved.
The battlefield descended into chaos. Different clans turned against each other, and former allies, and hunted other clan representatives. It was an all-out war; every means was used as they weren’t holding back.
Apollo, at that moment also noticed someone familiar who seemed to be pursued by other participants.
It was none other than Marianne who seemed to be pursued by two people. And they seem to be from the Greyrock clan.
The Greyrock Clan not only had a feud with the Rose clan, but it was notorious for its ruthlessness and cunning, and these two didn’t seem interested in merely defeating Marianne. They pursued her with sadistic glee, and it was clear their intention wasn’t just defeating her to earn some points.
She fled, attacking them with various plant-based strikes. Though she was in the forest, giving her the advantage of home ground, both of her enemies were formidable. She could handle one, but not both at the same time.
Seeing this, he quickly decided to help her, as she was the only person he knew in this world. Besides, knowing her current situation, if he couldn’t help, he would feel uneasy.
With practised ease, Apollo drew his soul-shattering bow, the tension in the string humming like a whisper in the air. He focused, letting his senses attune to the shifting layers of space.
Szzz—whoosh!
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