Chapter 7 Shooter

"Two Lives!!"

The thin dog stared at the panel under his eyes, his tongue sticking in and out, excited, "Hmm, let me study it."

The next moment, the shadow under the thin dog's feet suddenly swelled up, and then it expanded and burst like a bubble.

In an instant, a little puppy emerged from the burst bubble, looking exactly like the thin dog.

Fang Zhixing looked at the two dogs and saw that there was absolutely no difference between them. He was shocked and said, "Oh my god, a shadow clone?"

"Yeah, about the same."

The thin dog instantly became proud and responded: "I have several lives, so I can create several me. Similarly, if I kill one me, there will be another me."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "You can be resurrected, isn't that awesome?"

"Hey, same here."

The thin dog grinned, now he had two lives and could die one more time.

And this will mean that he will have one more chance to trial and error in his life than others.

Fang Zhixing was amazed and was about to say a few more words of praise, but he saw two thin dogs circling around each other, licking each other's fur, and they seemed to be enjoying it.

`(*>﹏<*)′

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but say disdainfully: "You will never be lonely again."

"ah?"

Xigou suddenly came to his senses, coughed awkwardly, and as his mind flashed, another him suddenly turned into black gas and sank into the ground.

Xigou immediately said solemnly: "Hurry up and try your plug-in to see if it works."

Fang Zhixing looked at the panel again.

"Do 20 push-ups in a row..."

Taking a deep breath, he immediately lay on the ground, pressing his hands on the ground to support his body.

Push down, lift up! Push down, lift up! "Huff, huff!" Fang Zhixing only did two push-ups before his breathing became heavy.

The little dog was watching the show from the side and shouted, "Can you do it or not?"

Fang Zhixing said nothing, gritted his teeth and did three more.

At this time, my arms had begun to tremble slightly and felt sore.

The thin dog was wandering back and forth, which made people anxious.

Fang Zhixing was panting like a cow. He huffed and puffed a few times, then did three more. He managed to hold himself up with his arms shaking wildly.

The thin dog said, "It's over, it's over. You are such a loser."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhixing fell to the ground with a thud. He had only done eight in total.

He turned over and lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently and his whole body feeling uncomfortable.

There's no way. This body has been malnourished for a long time and the physical fitness is very poor. Being able to do eight push-ups in one breath is already a very good result.

Xigou said disdainfully: "You are not good enough. I thought you were a genius, but I didn't expect you to be a loser."

Fang Zhixing was also very depressed and said speechlessly: "I didn't eat breakfast, so I don't have the energy."

As soon as the word "food" was mentioned, the little dog suddenly became hungry.

The man and the dog quickly reached an agreement and went out fishing.

Fang Zhixing went down to the river to catch clams and snails with ease, and caught four or five crayfish floating on the water plants.

Barbecue and eat.

After resting for half an hour, Fang Zhixing tried again. This time he made some progress and did ten push-ups in a row.

"With your physical condition, it makes people cry." Xigou was gloating and laughing.

"So much bullshit."

Fang Zhixing ignored him and said thoughtfully, "It seems that there is no time to rush. I need to take care of my body slowly."

Xigou suggested: "How about you try the second condition?"

[Hit the bull's eye at least 5 times at a distance of 10 meters]

Fang Zhixing brought a bow and arrow. He first found a large rotten tree, used the ashes from the burnt tree, and simply drew a few concentric circles to make a target.

Then he measured ten meters with his steps, and to make sure the distance was enough, he stepped back a little.

Fang Zhixing raised the bow with his right hand, took out an arrow from the quiver with his left hand, and put it on the bowstring.

A sense of familiarity came over me.

That was Daniu's muscle memory. He had practiced archery seriously under the guidance of his father.

Whoosh! The arrow flew out and hit the tree, but unfortunately it missed the bull's eye.

Fang Zhixing shot another arrow, which hit the tree again, missing the center of the target by a few centimeters.

However, he gradually found the feeling, adjusted his breathing slightly, and shot out the third arrow.

Ding~ The arrow shot into the tree trunk, and the tail of the arrow trembled into a circle.

Hit the bull's eye! [2. Hit the bull's eye at least 5 times at a distance of 10 meters (1/5)]

"Wow, one out of three arrows hit the target, not bad!"

The thin dog tutted his tongue, "Maybe you have a talent for archery!"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, and said with a slight smile: "It's only ten meters away. Even with my eyes closed, I should be able to hit it."

"Tsk, I just said it casually, but you're pretending."

Xigou Lian said: "Ten meters is almost the length of a volleyball court. It may not be difficult to hit the tree, but it is very difficult to hit the bull's eye."

Fang Zhixing naturally knew that it was quite difficult. According to past experience, at the beginning the archer had plenty of energy, pulled the bow steadily, and had very good aim. But after shooting a few arrows in succession, he gradually became exhausted and his aim would become worse and worse.

Fang Zhixing tried to be steady, controlling the rhythm, and taking a break after shooting three arrows.

Before I knew it, an hour and a half had passed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

[2. Hit the bull's eye at least 5 times at a distance of 10 meters (completed)]

Fang Zhixing wiped the sweat off his face, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows at Xi Gou, and said, "See? This is the demeanor of a sharpshooter."

"Humph, just keep pretending!"

Xigou said disdainfully: "Oh, by the way, who can't even do 20 push-ups?"

Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth.

It can be felt that since Xigou confirmed that he had two lives, his attitude has become much more arrogant.

Regardless of his arrogant little thoughts, Fang Zhixing quickly developed a training plan.

"Nine years of compulsory education is not learned in vain."

Running, long jump, sit-ups, pull-ups, plank support...

In addition to catching enough food, Fang Zhixing trains in the morning and afternoon without stopping.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Fang Zhixing looked at his body and felt that he had gained some weight and became a little stronger.

After all, he has meat to eat every day, and coupled with scientific training methods, the effect is quite significant.

Not only did Fang Zhixing become stronger, but the dog's fur also visibly swelled, and its fur became thicker and shinier.

"bring it on."

Fang Zhixing took a few deep breaths, lay down, and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three, four...

"Fifteen, sixteen, come on! It's almost there!"

The thin dog was barking nearby.

Fang Zhixing's face turned red from holding back, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, pressing down again and again, and holding up again and again.

"Nineteen, twenty!"

Xigou immediately looked at the panel above Fang Zhixing's head, only to see the words on the panel blur and then reappear.

[1. Do 20 push-ups in a row (completed)]

“Success!”

The thin dog jumped up and announced.

Fang Zhixing stood up, his face flushed, and said excitedly: "Hey, it's easy."

The thin dog asked, "How are you? Do you feel the changes?"

Fang Zhixing felt his body carefully.

Almost at the same time, a line of glowing text appeared on the system panel.

[The conditions required for reaching the maximum level have been met. Congratulations on your advancement to an apprentice-level shooter! ]

In an instant, a large amount of memories and experience of practicing archery flooded into Fang Zhixing's mind.

At the same time, waves of electric shock-like chills continued to stimulate Fang Zhixing's body.

It seemed as if he had been practicing archery for three years, constantly accumulating and improving his skills.

Eventually, he transformed into an apprentice-level shooter.

[Maximum level apprentice archer: 100% accuracy within 30 meters; 80% accuracy within 30-50 meters; and less than 20% accuracy over 50 meters.]

(End of this chapter)