As we all know, the Elf race is skilled in ranged shooting. Whether it's a bow and arrow or any other projectile weapon, it becomes an unparalleled weapon in their hands with a terrifyingly high hit rate. Of course, there are also disadvantages. Their power definitely cannot compare to a warrior charging in with a sword.

As a ranged weapon, the biggest issue is ammunition consumption. Even if magic or chi energy is attached to the arrows, once they are shot, they're gone. It's not like the warrior class that can continuously strengthen their weapons. Considering sustained combat, it's disadvantageous to enhance every single arrow.

If it's just a normal shot, a warrior of equal strength has the ability to block it. But if they encounter someone tougher, like an Orc with exceptionally strong physical abilities, they can even charge through the arrows.

Therefore, in the past team matches between Galolan and Honiyue, limited by the terrain of the arena, the Elf's agility and evasion abilities couldn't be fully utilized in the open area. The outcome was always more losses than wins.

But this year's Martial Arts Festival team match, because they used a new map with complex terrain, people couldn't help but anticipate whether Galolan could exploit their advantages and bring an exciting battle.

But the current battle in the arena... Well, it's a bit unexpected.

"Hey hey, are these really arrows with such power? Are you kidding..."

The tens of thousands of spectators present, whether they were just casual observers or adventurers with some strength, were dumbfounded. That's a cannonball, right? Absolutely a cannonball!

The various colored streaks continuously rising from Galolan's tower and arcing through the air before descending upon the students of Honiyue, upon landing, produced continuous deafening booms. Hot waves carried a large amount of fragmented stone dust, creating a scene that made people doubt if they were on a battlefield filled with gun smoke.

Three Elf archers stood beneath the tower, holding mechanical bows that shimmered with a metallic sheen. The bows were embedded with several carefully polished magic gems and delicate inscriptions. Each shot caused a small disc in the center of the longbow to rotate, changing the gem for a different attribute attack.

Rumble, rumble...

The ground continued to shake, and on Honiyue's side, not to mention the magic puppets, even the people were engulfed and disappeared in the billowing dust.

The spectators were all stunned, so ruthless, so ruthless! This is completely war-level firepower. To use it in a competition... Are the opponents still alive?

"...Aya, now I finally understand how bad the relationship between Orcs and Elves is."

Even Princess Lingshuang couldn't help but express her disbelief. Even if it were Milt or the Eastern Continent, they would not fare well against such firepower, right?

"Fortunately, they don't seem to be interested in me..." Meisha Dragon also felt a bit shivery. Just judging from the intensity of the magic, she probably wouldn't be killed, but being focused by such attacks wouldn't be pleasant either.

"Jiejie-sama, are you chatting with Aya again..." Coco sat on the side, watching Tiran attentively.

Ahem!

Tiran quickly pinched the contract and turned around, waving his hand, "Don't mind me, I'm just checking if he's dead. After all, even if Aya takes a hit from this, it won't be pleasant for your academy either."

"Really?" Coco's eyes brightened.

"Of course, that's war-level power. But speaking of which... did Lucius really allow you to use weapons of that caliber?"

Tiran pointed to a close-up of an Elf archer displayed on the big screen, revealing every detail of the mechanical bow.

"The power of this shot, and the ability to shoot it in a barrage, is definitely not something a few students can achieve on their own," she said.

"Hmm, did my sister notice?" Coco rubbed her head and cheekily smiled.

"Don't act cute... And I don't think this thing is made by the Elves, right?" Tiran couldn't resist Coco's cuteness, which almost rivaled her own pet Chirp at home, but she still wanted to figure out what was going on.

Elves have always been known for their close connection to nature, and the weapons they create also reflect this style. The rough and cold industrial style, like those magitech bows, is more like...

"Well, it's a product of the Sainz Kingdom."

As expected!

Remembering the underground factory and various magitech equipment she saw in that city, Tiran's expression didn't look too good. That place didn't leave her with any good memories. If it weren't for that old pervert Hermes, Chirp wouldn't have been captured, and she wouldn't have fought a bloody battle and dropped down to Holy Rank.

"Why did they suddenly start using that kind of thing?" Tiran asked curiously.

To be honest, considering the stubbornness of the Elves, even if they were given weapons that greatly differed from their aesthetic style, they would probably just leave them in storage and let them gather dust.

"Previously, an envoy from that magitech kingdom visited our academy and said they wanted to send those bows to us for field testing," Coco replied, resting her chin on her hand.

"So... you decided to use them?"

"Of course not!" Whenever Coco mentioned this, she had a pouting expression. "It's all that envoy's fault! At first, Dad rejected them outright, but they managed to convince the Lunar Institute to conduct the tests."

Tiran understood. Given the mutual animosity between the Elves and Orcs, the Orcs were likely to use the bows in the upcoming Martial Arts Festival. The Elves had no choice but to do the same in order to prevent being overwhelmed by the equipment advantage.

"So, Director Lucius agreed that we could use them in the battle against Lunar, but not against other academies."

"Is this the so-called trump card that you were relying on?" Tiran cautiously asked, but immediately realized she made a foolish mistake.

The power of the magitech bows was indeed formidable, with a combination of high damage and attack frequency. However, the reason the Elves used magitech bows was to balance the power dynamic. The Lunar Institute most likely had something similar.

And sure enough...

Even modern cannons and firearms couldn't sustain continuous shooting for a long time, and the same applied to magitech bows. As the firing frequency on their side decreased, the counterattack from the Lunar Institute began.

A black and gray smoke suddenly solidified, covering half of the field. Then, it violently surged from within, and a gust of air blade tore through the black clouds, cutting through the ground and ultimately striking the frontline tower of Galand in the middle lane, leaving a deep mark. As a result, the durability of the tower, which usually required minion waves to assist in destroying, dropped by nearly half.

"Are you arrogant, long-eared folks?"

The first person to emerge from the smoky haze was a wolf emblem female with silver-gray long hair, wearing a black jacket and ultra-short shorts. A conspicuous scar above her left eye gave her a somewhat fierce look.

"Can you stop randomly firing map cannons? We have long-eared people too."

The black-horned, white-haired masked man carrying a large shield made of door panels couldn't help but remind, and glanced at the bunny ears girl next to him... maybe? Ah, I still can't figure out this guy's race, is he a mule or a donkey!

"Hmph, less talking. And also..."

The wolf emblem race female seemed very agitated, "Didn't we agree that Texas would be on the field?! Why is it a substitute again?!"

"Doctor... I mean, the coach said that if you were on the field with Texas, it would be like playing three against five."

"What?!" The wolf emblem race female glared at the black-horned, white-haired masked man, her eyes growing fierce.

"That! The coach said! As long as we can win, you'll be assigned to the same dormitory as Texas!"

"I've been waiting for those words!"

Her lips couldn't help but curl upwards, the exposed fair skin of her long legs shining with a faint glow. The wolf emblem race female drew her twin swords and charged towards the sniper Elf.

...

"Tiran, did you see that? The Orc race is actually using magic!"

As soon as the contract was released, Tiran heard Aya's exclamation.

The battle on the field was fierce. The Elf and the students of Lou Yue launched a direct confrontation in the middle, after a round of focused attacks. However, the situation seemed extremely unfavorable for Jialulan.

As a characteristic of the Orc race, their strong bodies and unique racial skills were their weapons of dominance. However, the disadvantage was that there were almost no Orcs with magical talent in the race.

The only ones who could use magic-like abilities were a very small number of priestesses who could activate certain spells at the cost of their lives. These Orcs were very rare and once discovered, they would be sent to the sanctuary for training and protection, making it almost impossible for them to appear in the academy.

But the few Orcs on the field were clearly using magic to fight against the Elves. Each strike with their swords or hammers was accompanied by effects similar to flames or lightning, greatly enhancing their power. Occasionally, they could even summon storms and thunder, displaying the effect of their so-called secret weapon.

This made the Elves, who could only rely on magic to narrow the gap in melee combat, even more pressed. They were forced into a dangerous situation, especially since it was now five against three- the two remaining Elves were still staying by the spring, doing who knows what.

"It seems like the situation is not good."

Tiran glanced at Coco beside him and found that the leader of the Elf kingdom seemed calm. The only detail that revealed her anxiety was the slight tightening of her left hand.

"So, what are your chances of winning?"

"It should be almost certain, Lady Sister."

Coco glanced at the large screen displaying the start time of the match and let out a relieved smile. She quietly released her tightly clenched left hand.

"Lady Sister, get ready to watch the shooting stars."

At this moment, one of the Elf students who had been in the spring and doing something unknown slowly raised a seemingly ordinary longbow in his hand.

"Oh, holy Lord of the Sun..."

"Bestow upon me your wisdom, dignity, and the radiant power, oh holy Lord..."

"Please witness my sincerity, my faith, and the extent of my power..."

"Behold, creator of stars and moons..."

"Witness my actions, my final moments, and the divine dedication I will achieve..."

The chant suddenly resounded through the entire arena, even penetrating the protective barrier that isolates energy and sound from the outside world.

Tiran's face immediately became extremely excited. Oh, no way, this posture, this chant... she seems to know something.

Hey, hey, it's just a competition! Is it necessary to be so serious?!

"Aya, well... good luck to you," Tiran said heavily to Aya.

"Why did you start with such an ominous statement?! What exactly happened?" Aya felt a bit uneasy listening to this.

At that moment, the chanting finally finished, and the Elf, standing by the spring, devoutly released the string.

And in the princess's mind, a sentence surfaced:

Incredibly unfortunate, a shooting star.