Legend of the Divine Archer

"Yes, I have why don't you come in and take a seat it might take a while" Yan Jin said shaking his card. To entice the young Lady.

The trio was seated in Yan Jin's tiny room as they listened to Lee Ann and her information sharing.

"As new warriors, what you need are babel Points, and a lot of them to make up for the lacking resources you have been missing, some of these warriors have been bathing in blood pool, drinking from red cell tubes, learning from white blood cells for months some years"

"The facilities in the first 20 floors, are hot garbage I would not invest a coin in them, it would be best to rise to the 20th floor rapidly, the blood pool there is made of Royal grade iron it should be more effective, if you start now in 3 months you might make it to rank 90 of the 20th floor"

"Here this is yours! Thanks for your information" Yan Jin said as he transferred all his hundred babel points to her. He took a pouch and gave it to her. "Change it all to Babel points and challenge the number one of the 10th floor tell him all these points are on the line."

"10th floor! Are you sure?" she tried to confirm again. "Yes!" Yan jin replied.

"While you are at it, place all my point on Huang," Wei Xi said, "Me too" Zhang San followed.

Lee Ann stared at the trio, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. "Are you three serious?" she asked, eyeing each of them in turn. "The 10th floor is no joke. The warriors up there have been training for years, with resources you can't even imagine. You're risking everything."

Yan Jin, his face hidden behind the wooden mask, remained calm and unwavering. "We're aware of the risks. So, go ahead and make the challenge."

Wei Xi and Zhang San nodded in agreement; their expressions determined.

Lee Ann hesitated, clearly torn between her duty to help them and her concern for their well-being. "Alright," she finally said, taking the pouch of coins from Yan Jin. "I'll convert this to Babel Points and deliver your challenge. But just so you know, once the challenge is accepted, there's no backing out. If you lose, you'll be left with nothing.

And being penniless in the tower is a dangerous position to be in."

"We understand," Yan Jin replied, his tone firm. "Just make sure the message is delivered."

As Lee Ann left the room, the trio concerted in a discussion with each other " I will not control how you move in the tower, but I will not wait for you either, I have figured out my path, so you should figure out your" Yan Jin said.

"Don't worry brother, I already have my strategy" Wei Xi said.

"Me too! I have been planning with my sister for years, I know what to do" Zhang San replied.

After a little more commenting, on the situation in the Babel tower, the duo left Yan Jin's room toward their own personal quarters.

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Knock, knock.

"Who is it?" Yan Jin called out, his voice calm and composed.

"It's me, Lee Ann," came the delicate reply.

"Come in," Yan Jin responded.

The door creaked open, and Lee Ann stepped inside, only to be confronted by a sight that took her breath away. Yan Jin stood before her, his faceless mask with hollow eyes obscuring his features. He was dressed in only a light robe after finishing his shower, revealing the scars that marred his body.

A small gasp escaped her lips, but she quickly covered her mouth, hoping Yan Jin hadn't noticed her reaction.

If he had, he gave no sign. Instead, he initiated the conversation as if nothing had happened. "Tell me what it is."

Lee Ann collected herself and spoke. "I converted the money into a thousand Babel Points, and I proposed the duel. He accepted. The match will be tomorrow at seven on stage six." She paused, recalling the details. "I know that he is a Perfected Lord and a Type B bloodline warrior with a Thunder Leopard bloodline, though I'm not sure of its grade."

"That's enough information. Thank you. I'll reward you after the fight," Yan Jin replied, his tone steady.

"You don't need to; I did it for free!" Lee Ann interjected quickly, not wanting to seem like she was expecting something in return.

"Don't worry," Yan Jin assured her. "I'll need you to provide more information in the upcoming weeks. Stay around."

"Yes, sir Huang," she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

The loud bang of the door echoed through the room as Yan Jin began to strategize, piecing together everything he had learned during the day. His objective was now crystal clear: hoard as many resources as possible and cultivate to at least the level of a Purified Celestial.

Yan Jin pondered the true nature of the Babel Tower. Despite the tower's public image as a crucible designed to forge the finest warriors, he suspected that the underlying truth was far simpler and more cynical—profit. The tower likely generated hundreds of millions of points monthly, equivalent to a billion bloodstones in currency.

The owners were making a fortune, cloaking their greed in the guise of patriotism and devotion to humanity.

But the real question for Yan Jin was how to exploit this system. The principle of the tower was combat, but the real goal was entertainment. Thousands of temporary residents flocked to the tower, seeking a place to indulge their gory fantasies—much like the spectators of boxing, MMA, or even the ancient Colosseum in Rome.

The warriors in the tower were the new age gladiators, fighting for the pleasure of the elite, confined in this little box of reality.

"If it's a show they want," Yan Jin muttered to himself, "I'll give them one."

He knew the key to being entertaining was simple: first, be charismatic to hook the audience; then, always bring in something new to keep people on their toes; and most importantly, be consistent.

Since he couldn't reveal all his cards just yet, he decided to start with the archery style he was most comfortable with—Hydra Archery: Gwi Style. This style was all about controlling the flow of battle through ruses, feints, and illusions. Now, he just had to make it performative—subtle enough to leave an air of mystery, yet noticeable enough to linger in the minds of those who witnessed it.

It had to be a stomp, one for the books.

A small smile played on Yan Jin's lips as he imagined the upcoming fight, already visualizing the spectacle he would create.