As far as the current progress is concerned, Luo Jiujiang is already three arrows ahead of Qiu Changyun. He can shoot three bullets at a time. Unless Qiu Changyun can shoot five arrows in a row, his defeat is almost certain.
Luo Jiujiang did intentionally say "If I'm faster, I'll win" to provoke him, but he didn't expect Qiu Changyun to be so obedient and easily follow the path he had drawn.
The two had only agreed in advance that the limit was ten arrows, but they had not decided who would be the faster winner. Luo Jiujiang had brought up this point without authorization in the middle of the competition. In fact, there was a lot he could have done, and he didn't have to accept it out of hand.
Of course, if it were Luo Jiujiang, he would not seize this opportunity to shirk responsibility unless it was a critical moment or he was joking with his friends. Since the two of them were better at archery, he would just admit defeat frankly.
If Luo Jiujiang was forced into such a situation, he would either hold back the remaining nine arrows, break his own arrows and admit defeat on the spot, fulfill the bet, and pay for the wine out of his own pocket to invite his friends to drink together; or he would shoot all his arrows at the same pace as before, but admire the other person's skills in his heart, and admit defeat without anyone else mediating the atmosphere, and then give the other person a good bow.
——But Luo Jiujiang would never be criticized for his arrogant behavior.
In short, there are many ways to deal with it: not recognizing the previously undecided treaty, admitting defeat on the spot due to inferior skills, shooting ten arrows without changing speed, and then turning the enemy into a friend with sincere submission... Qiu Changyun chose the most difficult one. He quickly put the arrow on the string, but his hands were shaking.
Qiu Changyun held four arrows at the same time, clenched his teeth, and the muscle lines on his face became extremely cold and hard due to being too tense. He looked as if he was very confident, while some people thought that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
But no matter what the result is, Qiu Changyun's desire to win is fully exposed at this moment. His attitude is not rude to others and there is no regret for rashly accepting the bet. Not to mention the competition between the two of them that just decided the winner in the first string, in terms of mentality alone, he has actually lost half of it invisibly.
A student in the crowd who understood what was happening sighed softly and whispered, "Tao follows nature..." But he heard nothing of it. Compared to his tense and anxious movements, Luo Jiujiang beside him was leisurely plucking the strings again, and the rhythm was exactly the same as before. He was just glad that he was quick enough to get there first.
He didn't notice the sigh in Luo Jiujiang's eyes.
This time, Qiu Changyun was one step faster than Luo Jiujiang, shooting four feather arrows in succession. The last two arrows were slightly off track, showing weakness, but because the white bird flew a little lower, they brushed past the tail feathers of the divine heron.
What a close call! He had almost been defeated by his impatience. Qiu Changyun's Adam's apple moved slightly. As he took the arrow from the quiver behind him, he found his back wet with sweat from the moment the arrow left the string.
The divine heron that was lured down by his previous arrow not only made things convenient for Luo Jiujiang, but also for himself.
However, before Qiu Changyun's expression could improve, three flower buds exploded one after another on the white bird's dense belly feathers. Whether it was their uniform landing point or the time interval between them, it was almost a repeat of Luo Jiujiang's previous bow. As if sensing his piercing gaze, Luo Jiujiang turned around and said with a smile, "Seven to five."
He pulled the slingshot again, a flower bud resting on the bow, the remaining two half-cupped in his palm, still in the continuous bow position. Judging from his effortless movements, the result of this shot must be the same as the previous two.
Unless Qiu Changyun could fire five arrows in a row, twice as fast as Luo Jiujiang, who only had three arrows left, defeat was almost inevitable. However, he had already struggled to fire four arrows in a row, and five arrows was practically a death sentence for him.
Although the result is still unclear, in the eyes of everyone, the winner has actually been decided.
Luo Jiujiang's movements were swift, and it only took a split second for him to press the string and take aim. That split second was stretched out in Qiu Changyun's mind, and it was so fast that it only took a blink of an eye. Qiu Changyun's mind was chaotically filled with messy fragments of thoughts, but it seemed as if he hadn't thought about anything at all, and he easily came up with the simplest idea -
He shot an arrow at the flower bud that had been ejected by Luo Jiujiang.
If both hit ten shots in a row, the one with the quickest hand will win. But what if one person only hits nine?
In the past, this was just an ordinary tactic. If someone shot down someone else's arrow, everyone might cheer for him and ask him to show off his skills - after all, they were both moving targets, but the arrow was faster and had a smaller impact area.
But what popped out of Luo Jiujiang's hand was a light and soft flower bud that could be cut off by Qiu Changyun's arrow without deviating the direction of the original arrow.
"Is this even considered a normal competition?" someone in the audience hesitated. "Using a single arrow against a flower bud isn't really fair, is it?"
"The flower buds are small, but Brother Qiu was able to shoot two through with one arrow. This is far superior to the skill of shooting arrows with arrows. This is originally a bet on string striking, and there is no rule that we cannot interfere with each other." Others saw the trajectory of Qiu Changyun's arrow and praised him instead.
Everyone at the archery range was talking, but they didn't bother the two people involved. Luo Jiujiang looked up at the arrow in the sky that was clearly intended to cause trouble, and said in surprise, "So you're not bad."
Qiu Changyun sneered, interpreting Luo Jiujiang's words as a sarcastic remark of resignation at his impending defeat. "Compared to you, you're pretty average. You're someone who only sees the world from a narrow perspective, yet you're obsessed with grandstanding. I only regret that you didn't have the strength to fire three shots, otherwise ten to seven would have been a much better result."
"Alas, since this is our first meeting, you may have some misunderstandings about me." Luo Jiujiang's hand was still plucking the string, and while he was speaking, the tenth flower bud had already caught up with the tail of Qiu Changyun's arrow at a speed much faster than the previous times, like a meteor chasing the moon.
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