Chapter 112: Master and Teacher

The barren land under an almost dark sky was permeated with a faint sulfur smell, the stench of blood, and the polluted air containing trace toxins. Countless demons roamed, their numbers seemingly infinite.

"Welcome to the Abyss Training Ground!" A teleportation array formed on a mountain top with fewer demons around. As the teleportation light faded, a silver-haired elf wearing vine armor and carrying a longbow appeared alongside a black-haired boy with golden eyes.

"Roar!" "Howl!"... Upon the arrival of these two creatures from an orderly alignment, the surrounding demons converged on them like sharks smelling blood.

At the same time, numerous demonic spell-like abilities were launched. Fireballs, acid, wind blades, ice spikes—all kinds of chaotic attacks were thrown at Muria and the other, but the disorganized, unordered assault caused many of the spell-like attacks to cancel each other out in mid-air.

"Trash." Muria looked indifferently at the disorderly approaching demons. Eighteen shields of golden dragon flame formed around him, blocking all incoming spell-like attacks.

With a thunderous noise, Muria pointed a finger, and a thick bolt of golden lightning burst from his fingertip, striking a group of demons that had come too close, exploding amidst them.

Limbs and body parts flew, and a blood-soaked path paved with demon corpses appeared. The path was quickly filled as more demons took the place of the fallen.

The sight of their kin's mass slaughter did not deter the demons; stimulated by the smell of blood and encouraged by the sheer number of their kin, their desire to kill grew even stronger.

"Boring! There are no soul-grade demons." Seeing only low-grade demons, even the mid-grade ones scarce, Muria nonchalantly waved his hand, forming a violent hurricane that descended upon the demons, filled with countless wind blades.

The sounds of muscles and bones tearing, blood spraying, and the pitiful howls of demons rose together... In a blink, the mountain top where Muria stood was cleared of living demons, left only with limbs and flowing dark demonic blood.

Muria's lineage allowed him to enhance spells of the wind, fire, and lightning types. However, these enhanced spells did less damage to Titans and divine offspring than his punches, so he rarely used spells in combat practice.

But here in the Abyss Training Ground, using spells against low to mid-tier demons proved unexpectedly effective.

"The gate to the Abyss!" The elf girl who teleported with Muria was stunned by the scene, seeing demons roaming everywhere. Even though Muria had killed all nearby demons, more were approaching from afar, and the ground littered with demon carcasses did not deter them.

"Are you afraid?" Muria asked, surprised to see the elf girl shaking slightly, then he realized, unlike Titans and dragons, elves, except for the dark-skinned ones from shadowy realms, are peace-loving creatures not fond of slaughter.

"I am not." Hearing Muria's query, the elf girl, who had never seen such a bloody scene in her life, took the longbow off her back, gripped it tightly, and denied stubbornly.

"Can you still draw your bow then?" Muria frowned upon seeing her like this. "If not, I'll take you back."

"I can." Upon hearing Muria's words, the elf girl, facing the demons roaring towards her, trembling, lifted the naturally patterned wooden bow, and slowly drew the bowstring despite her fear.

"Interesting!" Muria squinted, considering the elf girl, probably like the angels from Cloud City, had never experienced battle before and was thus frightened by the scene. Even though her body was shaking and her face showed undeniable fear, when she drew the bowstring, her arms stopped trembling.

A moon-white energy arrow slowly formed in the drawn bowstring, becoming more solid, intricate and splendid spiritual patterns appearing on the arrow, then it emitted an aura that made Muria feel uneasy.

Then, beneath the astonished gaze of Muria, five intricate, mysterious soul-meaning rings appeared under the petite silver moon elf, slowly rotating.

"Boom!" Under Muria's puzzled gaze, a wave of faint moon-white energy spread from the elf, reaching the distant horizon, sweeping over all the visible demons.

"Scouting?" Muria recalled the light wave that had just passed over him without causing any harm, and asked the silver-haired elf uncertainly.

At that moment, the elf girl seemed to enter a mysterious state, not responding to him at all. Muria noticed that not only had her hands stopped shaking, but her whole body had stilled, and the fear on her face had completely vanished.

"What's she planning?" Muria sensed the power fluctuations from the moon-white arrow in the elf girl's hands growing more terrifying. He quietly stepped back a few paces and silently gathered a few layers of shields around himself.

If the arrow were to be shot, it might kill a large number of demons, but if it were a reaction to his words, causing her to form such an arrow... If it exploded before being shot, Muria felt he might need to spend a day in the Pool of Life.

Seeing Muria's mistrusting movements, the elf girl snorted lightly, then raised her arm, not aiming the silver moon arrow at the teeming demons but at the empty sky.

Seeing her actions, Muria's eyes flickered, suppressing his intense curiosity and not asking any questions.

"Whoosh!" The elf girl released the bowstring, and the radiant silver arrow flew into the sky, like a silver moon ascending, the terrifying power fluctuations drawing the attention of many demons, causing them to unwittingly halt.

"Hum!" Muria looked up as the silver moon reached a certain height and then exploded with a loud bang, transforming into strands of silver filaments that intertwined to form a massive, nearly thousand-meter-wide array in the dark sky, slowly rotating and emitting a faint white light. This serene moonlight spread over the land filled with blood and death, creating a peaceful scene.

"You've got to be kidding!" Muria stared at the slowly rotating moon-white array in the sky, his face slightly dumbfounded. "What kind of archery is this?"

As Muria marveled, the demons under the gentle moonlight went mad. The seemingly peaceful moonlight hid a cold, piercing lethality. Most demons, not very intelligent but with a keen sense of danger, started howling chaotically, trying to escape the range of the array.

When the array activated, semi-transparent arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, innumerable in quantity.

The semi-transparent moon-white energy arrows shot out from the array at astonishing speeds, leaving only a trail of silver lines in Muria's eyes. For a moment, all he could see were the dazzling, colorful trails streaking across the sky.

Within the range of Muria's sight and mental perception, except for the mountain top where he and the elf girl stood, everywhere else was covered by this beautifully poetic rain of arrows.

Along with this dazzling display came a series of sounds of flesh being pierced by sharp instruments, along with the desperate screams of demons, which usually cut off mid-shout. They had lost their lives, their vital points penetrated.

An arrow never missed its mark!

"Is this the strongest archery of the elf clan?" Muria watched the rain of arrows in awe, listening to the intermittent desperate howls of the demons

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"How about that?" The elf girl, slightly pale but with a proud look in her eyes, gazed at Muria, full of pride.

"Beautiful rain!" Muria looked up at the array above his head, full of admiration, then turned to the surroundings littered with corpses and rivers of blood. "A wonderful scene, every time I see such a scene, I truly feel joy from the bottom of my heart."

"Beautiful!" The elf girl focused only on the first part of Muria's comment, her face showing a hint of anger.

But just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw Muria turn around, his golden eyes looking at her respectfully, then the black-haired boy bowed deeply:

"Teacher!"