All of this looked as if Henry Clark had set up an invisible barrier with his voice, so that even a rain of arrows could not break through his defense and ultimately scattered helplessly.

Henry Clark gave Derek a big compliment in his heart: “Damn, what amazing archery! Scared me to death…”

Derek gave a sweet smile and replied, “Master, don’t worry, not even a hair on your head will be harmed!”

The dark elves inherited the elves’ innate archery skills, and Victoria was one of the strongest among them. Every arrow she shot could change direction mid-flight. It was said that if she wished, she could even tie a bow in the air with a single arrow before hitting her target precisely. Shooting an arrow to land in front of Henry Clark and then suddenly veer off course was a piece of cake for her.

Old Viscount hid behind Henry Clark, staring in shock at everything happening before his eyes, regretting so much he wanted to die: this yellow-skinned kid in front of him was a true powerhouse! The dark elf had killed his mid-level mage with a single arrow, yet even a thousand arrows couldn’t harm him. He had even once suspected this kid was crazy.

As the old man was regretting, he unintentionally noticed that Henry Clark’s legs were trembling slightly, and his gratitude surged like a spring: this powerful child must be exhausted—he had just defeated a lich archmage yesterday, and now he had to go all out against this evil dark elf…

Amid the scattered arrows, Henry Clark finally began to fight back. His loud and powerful chanting soared into the sky, filling the air with an invigorating energy in a completely unfamiliar magical language, as the battered city guards looked on with hope!

Henry Clark poured his mental strength into his voice, loudly singing the climax of the Chinese song “A Man Should Strive to Be Strong”!

“Let the sea and sky gather energy for me, to open up the world for my ideals, to charge ahead, see the mighty waves, see the vast blue sky, my heroic spirit soars—I am a man, I must strive to be strong!” As the final note burst forth, the dark elf, who was still firing arrows in midair, suddenly let out a miserable scream, spat out a mouthful of blood toward the sky, and flew about erratically like a balloon that had suddenly lost its air, blood spraying everywhere. At the same time, Little Beckham, who had been scattering spices to cast magic, also shouted, and a huge blue-green wind ring appeared in the air, smashing fiercely into the already ‘seriously injured’ dark elf!

The wind ring quickly enveloped the dark elf, leaving only a huge blue-green mist in the air. The dark elf’s screams and dying curses echoed continuously!

Finally, after a moment, everything returned to calm. The thick wind element dissipated, and a pile of bloody white bones fell to the ground!

Henry Clark let out a long breath, then frowned and said to Little Beckham with displeasure, “David, this magic is too vicious. Don’t use it again! I still had questions for her!”

Little Beckham bowed, sweat beading on his forehead as he nodded in agreement. No one noticed that at this moment, the shadow quietly returned to the feet of Lord Henry Clark.

Henry Clark put on a show, as if he had wounded the dark elf with a powerful spell. Victoria’s wild flying and blood-spitting were all just cheap tricks to fool the eye. Victoria was an assassin of shadows, already skilled in all sorts of sleight of hand, and with no experts present, it was easy to deceive everyone. In the end, the dark elf ‘dying’ in Little Beckham’s wind ring was even simpler—a lich archmage producing a few bones was the easiest thing in the world. Everything went smoothly: under the force of the powerful magic, the dark elf was torn to pieces.

Victoria hid once again in Henry Clark’s shadow, her sweet, syrupy voice sounding out: “Master, don’t worry, I’m fine. I haven’t gone this wild in ages. My master, my lord, let’s do this again sometime!”

Henry Clark breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had finally covered up the dark elf incident. Otherwise, before even leaving the village, he’d have become the enemy of the whole continent. In his heart, he cursed at the dark elf: “Bullshit! Stay put and don’t show yourself again unless I say so!”

Old Ivan was thrilled! With trembling hands, he grabbed Henry Clark and performed a meticulous, grand noble salute, saying excitedly, “Respected Master Achilles, please forgive my ignorance. At first, I even doubted your abilities!” The old man was shrewd with age and would never be foolish enough to lie to a mental mage, so he simply told the truth to show his loyalty: “I didn’t believe it at first because this miraculous school of mental magic has disappeared from the continent for thousands of years. I never imagined that, in my twilight years, I would witness such exquisite technique!”

Old Viscount flattered Henry Clark without missing a beat, continuing, “Master, you are so young and yet so powerful. Once again, please forgive my foolishness. I think you would not hold a grudge against a stubborn, ignorant old man…”