The might of Legolas was undeniable; Aragorn, Gandalf, and Legolas formed the very bedrock of the Fellowship. It was hard to say which of the three was truly superior in strength, but Gandalf, being a reincarnated Maia, was guaranteed a tenacious life, making him unrivaled in sheer survivability. However, when it came to offensive power, Legolas stood head and shoulders above the rest.

Yet, Legolas was an exceedingly cautious individual. For him to dare issue such a direct challenge, even while facing the restraint imposed by Fang Senyan’s Hedgehog Milestone, suggested only one of two things: either he had gone mad, or he was utterly confident in this impending battle.

Fang Senyan, with his thick hide, felt no fear of his opponent's tricks. He walked directly onto the Plaza of the White Tree, spotting Legolas emerge, and smiled faintly:

"It must be agonizing to watch your old friend perish before your eyes, isn't it? Rest assured, I promised you a fair fight, and I won't allow anyone else to interfere, lest you die with lingering resentment."

Though the Elven Prince bore numerous fresh wounds, he had clearly taken pains to compose himself before appearing. He was immaculate, orderly, and even the bandages binding his injuries were artfully tied into a flourish. His long hair was swept back, posing no obstacle to fluid movement in combat.

Despite seeming cornered, the Bow of Lórien slung across his back still shone brilliantly. Most striking were the forty-inch arrows, beneath which had fallen mighty corrupted mammoth beasts, incredibly powerful Dark Heroes, and countless Dread-inducing Contractors.

Astonishingly, these arrows seemed slightly lighter than ordinary long arrows. The tail feathers, colored gold and green, were trimmed from turkey feathers into a diamond shape. Their shafts were dyed sage-green, while their long, tubular arrowheads were typically fashioned in the shape of a Mallorn leaf, designed to inflict maximum area damage.

Because the draw weight of this powerful bow was so immense, the string-nocking groove was usually reinforced with bone or the hard flint found only in the Silver River. Lórien’s quiver was made of wood overlaid with leather, inlaid with a beautiful golden peacock—a bird rarely seen in Middle-earth. The mouth of the quiver was tightly bound by a golden retention ring.

The quiver could hold about two dozen arrows when full, secured to his body by leather straps that wrapped around his shoulder, preventing them from falling during a run or a fight. This design—allowing for appropriate, swift drawing from behind the shoulder—ensured that Legolas could be certain of the arrow's exact position every time he reached for one.

Fang Senyan observed these details closely. Though the specifics were already etched into his memory, they could mean the difference between life and death in a critical moment; not a single subtle difference could be overlooked.

It is worth noting the topography of the upper levels of Minas Tirith. Centered on the Plaza of the White Tree, the area formed a cross shape. The only route to the top level was located on the western arm of the cross. Ascending to the top level and walking a few hundred meters brought one to the Plaza of the White Tree. To the north of the plaza stood the sacred Royal Palace, painstakingly carved into Mount Mindolluin by the former kings with the divine power of the Maiar. To the east of the plaza stood the White Tower of Ecthelion.

To the south, there was a long protrusion reaching outward, known as the Mindon Anor, or in the Númenórean proverb, the perilous place leading to the edge of the sky. This unique landscape was partly natural elevation and partly the masterful work of ancient artisans, stretching at least three to four hundred meters. Standing there, one could look down upon the main gate and the fertile Pelennor Fields seven hundred feet below, much like a sailor aboard a great ship.

"The Plaza of the White Tree, the Palace, and Mindon Anor are our battlefield. None of my people will intervene. I can swear a contract before my God that any attack directed at you will be transferred to me. But what happens if someone in the White Tower attacks me?"

Legolas casually plucked a leaf, his expression solemn:

"This is a battle between you and me; even the World Tree cannot interfere."

As he spoke, the leaf vanished from his palm, leaving behind a perfect imprint, as if stamped onto his skin. This leaf mark immediately transformed into a bloody stain!

Fang Senyan produced a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and stuck it into the ground beside him. "When it burns out, the fight begins! Use this time to familiarize yourself with the terrain and prepare. When we meet again, I will strike immediately."

Legolas raised his eyes and gazed deeply at Fang Senyan.

"As you wish."

Soon, Fang Senyan understood why Legolas had agreed to fight despite being severely counteracted.

It was because the priority of the Elven Arcane Archery he possessed far superseded the authority of the "Hedgehog" title! Legolas was a practitioner of the Elven Holy Archery, a discipline where a practitioner could only shoot seven Holy Arrows in their lifetime, but each arrow’s power was guaranteed to shake the heavens and terrify the spirits.

In Legolas's long life spanning three millennia, he had used the Holy Archery only twice. He intended to expend the remaining five arrow charges entirely upon Fang Senyan! The arrows fired via the Holy Archery were known for the Five Certainties:

Guaranteed to ignore defense, guaranteed to critically strike, guaranteed to repel the enemy, guaranteed to inflict the "Piercing" effect, and guaranteed to hit the target (Note: Hitting does not necessarily mean hitting the head if aiming there).

Even the formidable Fang Senyan found such terrifying attacks exceedingly difficult to handle. It must be noted that while Fang Senyan now possessed a legendary ring, he lacked the bonuses he had in the Hall of the Dark Fount. Each arrow fired by the Holy Archery, even if it missed a vital spot, would strip away a shocking amount of his health. The best shot among them managed to deduct nearly two thousand health points from Fang Senyan!

However, Legolas was also under immense pressure, as he only had five shots.

He had already loosed three arrows. Though his opponent looked battered, it was clear the fellow still possessed the will to fight. His eyes were defiant, almost blazing, looking at Legolas as if taunting him—like a hunter regarding his prey.

Legolas Greenleaf intensely disliked that gaze. At that moment, a certain shadow involuntarily flashed before his eyes, and he whispered almost unconsciously, "Aragorn..."

That name evidently solidified something within Legolas. He took a deep breath, his expression turning intensely serious, and reached into his quiver. He frowned suddenly, as if burned by a hot coal, before plucking an arrow from the quiver between his fingers.

The mere appearance of this arrow caused the clouds above the entire Plaza of the White Tree to writhe uncontrollably, ultimately forming the faint, illusory image of a dreadful dragon!!

Upon seeing this arrow, the Dark Emissary instinctively stumbled back several steps, then clutched his eyes, from between his fingers oozing streams of black blood! What manner of deterrent could injure the undead?

"The Black Arrow... It's the Black Arrow!! Hey, ask your friend what his last wish is," the Dark Emissary choked out with a mournful laugh. "The strongest Holy Archery of the Elves, coupled with the Black Arrow that could fell even dragons—hey, you don't actually think he can survive this, do you? He's a fool; greed blinded his chance at life. Legend says the Black Arrow vanished after slaying the dragon. Now it seems Gandalf somehow took it and kept it as a private treasure, only to bring it out now!"

The fact that Legolas possessed the Black Arrow immediately sparked a huge commotion.

Yes, it was that terrifying Black Arrow, the magnificent shaft that killed Smaug, the last dragon of Middle-earth! The Dragon-Slaying Arrow, said to be the concentrated essence of the Anduin River! Merely forging it led to the decline and fall of the mightiest human kingdom on the continent.

Yes, it was a Divine Artifact! Although it couldn't rival a supreme artifact like the One Ring, the Black Arrow was unequivocally an artifact that transcended the Legendary tier. This was because its material was debris scattered when the ancient Gods carved the Anduin River. Once such a terrifying weapon was forged, it sucked the fate energy from the entire kingdom, causing its downfall, thus becoming a top-tier legendary weapon.

After slaying the mighty Smaug, it became the key for the Black Arrow to break through that boundary. Of course, fundamentally, it merely returned to the ranks of Divine Artifacts, so the difficulty of its promotion was not exceptionally high.

Facing the Dark Emissary’s mockery, Fang Senyan’s teammates remained rather composed. Ronnie was particularly dismissive: "No one was optimistic about us either when we were surrounded and desperately defending in the Hall of the Dark Fount."

But despite their words, as the Elven Prince slowly drew the Black Arrow and placed it on the string with his right hand, even the mighty Legendary Bow of Lórien let out a mournful cry, unable to withstand the sheer power emanating from the Black Arrow. It was said that the bowstring of that longbow even contained the hair and blessing of the Elven Queen Galadriel, yet even it could not bear the immense pressure of the artifact!

Blood also began to seep from the fingers gripping the bow, but the longbow was pulled back millimeter by agonizing millimeter. The Elven Prince of the Black Forest suddenly spoke, word by clear word:

"Hiding is useless. Be it stone, cover, armor, or shield—nothing can escape the piercing of the Black Arrow. Step out and bravely face your destiny! After all, it was Aragorn who died by your hand; do not let his reputation be shamed because of you!"

At this moment, Fang Senyan also slowly walked out from the shadows of the Palace, a smile playing on his lips.

"Truly surprising. I had expected to only acquire a Legendary-tier bow, but it seems a Divine Artifact is now yearning to join my collection!"