6 Choosing Martial Arts Skills 2 (2/2)
Soon, Zhao Feng arrived in a corner of the martial arts field. This was the place where they practiced with bows and arrows.
_Shoosh!_
An arrow left an afterimage in the air, and shot straight into the center of the target fifty meters away.
“Great arrow skill! It is no wonder that Brother Zhao Yui is one of the sect’s top three godly archers.”
“This arrow could probably break straight through the defense of a third rank, and even kill muscular wild beasts.”
Excited shouting came from the side.
“Formidable!” Zhao Feng came just in time and exclaimed.
He knew that the youth who was called Zhao Yui was famous for being a godly archer in the sect.
_Shoosh shoosh shoosh..._
Zhao Yui pulled the string and shot out five arrows at lightning speed, which formed a ring around the center’s red dot.
“Good! Great!” The disciples around started cheering.
Zhao Feng didn’t pay any more attention because he felt that if he tried, he could also become a godly archer.
He went to an open space and picked up a random bow. He then squinted his eyes, as if he was aiming.
As soon as he picked up the bow the disciples around the field focused on him.
“Look…who’s that? He looks new.” A disciple saw him and his eyes shone.
“Heh heh, this kid is called Zhao Feng and he came from a branch sect half a year ago. Not long ago, I heard that he offended Zhao Yijian, who is ranked third amongst the outer disciples. I also heard that his girl even left him now…” There were some who recognized Zhao Feng.
“Branch family disciple? Let us take a bet and see how many rings he can hit.” A few disciples looked mockingly at Zhao Feng. Even the goldly archer Zhao Yui was disturbed by this.
“Arrow skills needs talent and integrity. It is not something anyone who wants to learn can learn.” Zhao Yui was arrogant and faintly looked down on Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng did not bother with these people. He barely used his left eye and the target fifty meters away in his vision became bigger and bigger…
_Shoosh—_
The arrow string trembled and the arrow flew through the air, barely landing on the target, but then fell off onto the ground.
_It floated…_
Zhao Feng started sweating as this was his first time using a bow.
“Hahaha…” The disciples around the field raised their heads and laughed.
_Again_. Zhao Feng was calm. Missing on the first arrow was normal.
Next, he used more energy on his left arrow and merged the Continuous Meteorite Arrow skill into his heart.
_Shoosh—_
The second arrow went straight to the target and was one ring away from the middle. Ninth ring!
The field turned silent. Those that were laughing had their faces freeze. Even Zhao Yui’s brow furrowed.
Ninth Ring, this was already very close to the center. To shoot fifty meters away and hit this was even good for some old archers.
“Luck! This must be luck!”
“You’re right! A beginner cannot shoot this accurately. His first arrow did not even hit the target.”
The disciples started laughing again and looked at Zhao Feng.
However, just before they finished their words the third arrow shot through the air.
_Shooosh—_
The arrow shot out like lightning and hit the target.
_Ta!_
Dead center!
The field turned silent once more. Even Zhao Yui was shocked. They all had confused faces and stood there frozen.
“My luck is not bad.” Zhao Feng gave a little smile as it was proven that he had an exceptional talent for the bow.
“Luck? What’s up with this guy?” Most of the archers had queer faces on.
Any archer was a beginner from the start. However, it was their first time seeing someone with such luck.
“Kid! Take another shot!” a few disciples said unwillingly.
“Yes! Take another shot!” Most of them had excited looks on and started shouting.
Zhao Feng wanted to leave, but these people were unwilling to let him leave.
There were a few disciples that were the third rank of the Martial Path, and most here were older than Feng.
“Fine.” Zhao Feng shrugged his shoulders and picked up the bow again.