The White-Board Arrow God

The bowstring quivered, and a streak of light pierced the sky.

“May I ask what kind of archery this is? How can it be so powerful?” a top expert asked respectfully.

“Archery?”

“No, no, I'm a blank slate. I don't have any skills.” Wang Han shook his head.

The expert broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked down.

A ten-colored runic totem bloomed beneath their feet, while surging astral energy spiraled and shimmered with golden light.

“And you call that having no skills?!”

“Yeah.”

Wang Han grinned sheepishly.

He patted the little lion cub beside him, all bones and brains. “We're both total newbies. We get by on strength alone!”