114 New Generation Surpassing The Old (1/2)

Boom!

10 points!

Im Dong-hyun moved to the gallery.

Tang Yan's 10 pointer made him feel pressure like he had never before.

However, he had already experienced the baptism of the Olympic Games, and his mentality was much stronger than that of the average archer.

He calmed the thoughts of his heart and put all his attention on the distant target. He took a deep breath, nocked the arrow, drew the bowstring back then aimed.

But didn't let go.

The audience on the sidelines turned their heads from time to time to see the time limit.

Finally, Im Dong-hyun loosed his hand right before the time limit.

Twang!

Boom!

A muffled sound.

The South Korean audience on the sidelines roared in glee.

Im Dong-hyun's emotions went out of control.

This arrow was on the edge of the 10 points ring barely cutting in for 10 points!

In the second round of overtime, the two sides still held a tie!

They had to usher in an unprecedented third round of overtime!

The mood of the audience at this time was quite complicated, there was faint excitement in the tension.

Nerves rang high among the Chinese fans for fear of Tang Yan losing right at the last hurdle.

Such a tense match was really rare to see.

Tang Yan walked up filled with a variety of emotions.

Confidence, indifference and a health dose of admiration for Im Dong-hyun. With a pinch of tension.

Twang!

The arrow was off the bowstring, making a parabola in the air and falling straight toward the target.

Boom!

Another 10 pointer!

Im Dong-hyun's face fell slightly.

He could understand now why Park Tae-an had become so despondent after returning home from the Asian Games.

It's not that Park Tae-an's psychological strength was weak, but such an opponent like Tang Yan could wear anyone down.

Denting and destroying your hopes with each arrow.

Only when you were really faced with him could you get a real sense of his horror.

”Im Dong-hyun, please come up.” The field referee reminded Im Dong-hyun pulling him back to reality.

He shook his head and reverted back to a determined expression. Took up his recurve bow and walked up.

”Im Dong-hyun, come on!” Perhaps sensing Im Dong-hyun's change. The Korean audience on the sidelines shouted to encourage him.

Im Dong-hyun heard the cheers from the audience and took a deep breath.

He took out an arrow from the arrow pot and buckled the arrow.