The Magician of Cultivation

"Well, that's fine." Mr. Zhang didn't comment, and looked at Li Qing and asked, "Xiao Qing, what do you think?"

"Haha, Uncle Zhang, I have no objection to deciding the outcome with just one arrow," Li Qing nodded in agreement, staring at Zhang Wulong and asked, "I just don't know how that one arrow method works."

Today he was quite satisfied.

His son's talent in archery was definitely better than his own. He had learned eight out of ten of the Zhang family's two unique skills in a short period of time.

As for the Li family's Rising Sun Archery, he believed that with his guidance, his son would be able to master it within a month.

When he thought of this, he wished the game would end soon so that he could go back and teach Li Yu the Rising Sun Archery technique.

As for the competition, what if he lost? If Wu Long wanted the White Oak Bow, he would give it to him.

Zhang Wulong heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that both Zhang Lao and Li Qing nodded in agreement. He said, "This is very simple. Chuan'er and Xiaoyu will each shoot an arrow, and the winner will be determined by the number of rings on the target. However..."

Zhang Wulong slowly swept his eyes over the crowd, then said word by word, "But, it's not fifty meters, but one hundred meters."

"What? One hundred meters? Zhang Wulong, what are you talking about? It's difficult for even us to hit the target within a hundred meters, let alone two children. Not to mention whether we can hit the target or not, it's even a problem whether we can hit the target or not." Li Qing asked in surprise as Zhang Wulong finished speaking.

"Don't worry about it for now. Anyway, do you dare to tell me the truth..."

"You... Damn it, let's compete. I don't believe your boy can shoot a hundred meters. You are not afraid of losing the bow to Yu'er, so you did this on purpose."

"You fart..."

Li Qing and Zhang Wulong started arguing again.

However, this time Mr. Zhang did not stop him, but looked at Zhang Chuan meaningfully.

The latter had a calm expression at this time, and his expression did not change at all because of the 100-meter race proposed by his father.

"One... one hundred meters, oh my god?"

"If you can hit the bull's eye from a hundred meters away, you are a true archer. Even if you join the army, you can become a centurion."

"Yeah, do you think these two guys can do it?"

"Isn't Zhang Wulong really going for a draw as Li Qing said?"

"Hey, why is it a draw?"

"I don't even know. If both of them miss the target, it's a draw."

"Oh, I see. That's so mean."

Zhang Wulong's face turned pale after hearing what everyone said, while Li Qing nodded in agreement.

Li Yu was also a little surprised. Although 100 meters is only twice as long as 50 meters, the nature is completely different.

The first is the requirement for strength.

Even for an adult it is very difficult to shoot a feather arrow a hundred meters, let alone two children in their teens.

The second requirement is vision.

From a hundred meters away, although you can still see things, they are still quite blurry. And due to the natural influence of vision, objects will shrink accordingly. And the bull's eye, which is already very small, can be said to be only the size of a black dot from a hundred meters away, which makes aiming difficult.

The last one is the requirement for predictive ability.

It is necessary to predict the wind speed, consider the change in direction caused by the weight of the arrow itself, and also take the shooting angle into consideration.

It can be said that these 100 meters are a comprehensive consideration of the shooter's overall ability.

Strength, vision and skill are all essential.

"Doesn't Zhang Wulong look like someone who would seek peace? What gives him the confidence?" Li Yu pondered.

Since it was about whether he could get the bow, he was naturally concerned about it.

His eyes slowly fell on Zhang Chuan, and he let out a light exclamation.

At this moment, Zhang Chuan gave him a very strange feeling. If the previous Zhang Chuan gave him a sense of arrogance, now he felt depression, the kind of depression that is about to erupt like a volcano.

He had had this feeling before, with that old man Zhang.

Especially when he looked at Mr. Zhang and saw the latter staring at Zhang Chuan, a smile appeared on Li Yu's face again, "So that's it."

"In that case, let me, an old man, see the skills of you two little guys," said Old Zhang with a smile, "Xiao Liuzi, go put the target 100 meters away."

"Mr. Zhang, it's time to start."

Soon, the middle-aged man called Xiao Liuzi by Mr. Zhang ran back and said to Mr. Zhang.

"Xiaochuan, you go first," said Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Chuan nodded, took a deep breath and walked out.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Zhang Chuan's pace was very slow. It took him more than ten seconds to walk a distance of four or five meters.

However, with every step he took, his momentum was rising. When he reached the white line marking the end of the race, his momentum reached its peak.

嗬

Zhang Chuan growled.

He slowly pulled the two-meter-high ox horn bow, which became a half moon, a full moon, and an ellipse after exceeding the full moon.

He didn't stop until the bow arm creaked under the heavy load.

"What a great strength, Wulong, could it be that your son was born with supernatural powers..."

"No wonder Zhang Wulong dared to make such a bet. Few of us can draw the bow like this."

Zhang Wulong didn't say anything, he clenched his fists tightly, staring at Zhang Chuan without blinking.

Mr. Zhang's eyes also flashed with brilliance. As for Li Qing, he shook his head, feeling even more sad in his heart.

"My arms weigh at least 500 pounds. Is this the power boost brought by fighting spirit?" Li Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

That's right, Dou Qi. When Li Yu felt the same sense of oppression as Zhang Lao, he knew that Zhang Chuan had also cultivated Dou Qi. Although it was weaker than Zhang Lao's, it was real.

嗡

咻

The violent sound of the bowstring rebounding, accompanied by the sonic boom produced when the feather arrow pierced the air, reached everyone's ears, causing everyone's bodies to tremble.

"Hey, look, it hit the target..."

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

"Where..."

"It really hit the target. It's 9.5 points. It's almost hitting the bull's eye. Look at it."

Soon, the person who ran to check the score carried the entire target over.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the target and saw a feather arrow stuck outside the red dot at the center of the bull's eye.

The entire arrowhead was completely embedded in the target, which was indeed 9.5 points.

"Fuck"

"abnormal"

There was a sound of people sucking in their breath.

"Hey, Xiaochuan has fulfilled our long-cherished wish," Li Qing looked at Zhang Wulong and sighed, "The white oak bow is indeed the most suitable for Xiaochuan. Only in Xiaochuan's hands can it play the greatest role."

Fighters follow the path of physical sanctification. As their cultivation deepens, their physical strength will continue to grow. A bow made of ordinary materials cannot withstand the force of thousands or even tens of thousands of pounds.

White oak has strong toughness, especially white oak that is over a hundred years old, which is very good at conducting fighting spirit.

Many fighters' weapons are made of white oak, such as gun barrels, sticks, bow arms, etc.

The Li family's white oak bow is made of two hundred year old white oak.

It is difficult for a normal adult to open the bow one-third of the way, and Li Qing can only open the bow halfway, which is indeed suitable for Zhang Chuan to use in the future.

After listening to Li Qing's words, Zhang Wulong's expression relaxed a lot.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Li Qing, give me the white oak bow and we'll be even. You...you and Xiao'e haven't had an easy time these years, I don't blame you, especially Xiaoyu's illness this year...Alas..."

"Brother Long..."

Li Qing felt his eyes were a little dry.