Hu Jianjun's athletic cells were very strong. Whether it was moving, dodging, or jumping on the ground, his movements were very standard and sensitive. At least in the eyes of Xiao Zheng, this boy should have a good talent for martial arts. But he hadn't met a famous teacher to develop it.
Of course. Hu Jianjun was the focus of the third generation of the Hu family. Even if Xiao Zheng was willing to guide him, it was estimated that Mr. Hu would not be interested in it and would even oppose it.
Politics relied on wisdom and skill, not military force.
This was also the reason why Mr. Hu did not care much about the fact that Xiao Zheng taught Hu Jianjun to play with a knife.
Some people were born with the right to refuse certain things.
Whoosh whoosh!
Hu Jianjun moved several times to dodge the arrows of the opponent who was anxious to score points, and then shot two arrows in a row, pressing the opponent.
After shooting an arrow, the young man in sportswear had already made a defensive move. When Hu Jianjun shot two arrows, he immediately rolled on the ground and avoided Hu Jianjun's consecutive shots. In the end, he got up beautifully. He was very proud.
He had five arrows left, but Hu Jianjun only had three. From the perspective of trump cards, although the young man in sportswear did not hit the target, he still had a certain advantage. So when he got up, a complacent smile appeared on his lips.
However, he did not expect that when he got up, Hu Jianjun, who had shot two arrows in a row, jumped up and stood at a commanding height!
He was less than ten meters away from the young man in sportswear.
The arrow was full. It was such a golden distance again. The muscles of the young man in sportswear immediately tightened, and cold sweat oozed from his back.
He seemed to be fixed, just bending slightly, staring at Hu Jianjun vigilantly and defensively.
He knew that he had been targeted by Hu Jianjun. The possibility of escaping from this arrow was quite small. And once he was hit, even if he had more trump cards than Hu Jianjun, the chance of catching up was very small!
At this moment, Hu Jianjun, who occupied the commanding height, was like Hou Yi shooting an arrow with awe-inspiring momentum. He looked down at the young man in sportswear in a condescending manner.
Whoosh!
Hu Jianjun loosened his fingers, and the arrow full of power shot out quickly. With the strength that the young man in sportswear could not avoid, it poked the lower abdomen of the young man in sportswear.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Hu Jianjun hiding behind the sandbag, the young man in sportswear pulled out the arrow, feeling exasperated.
There were only eight minutes left.
Hu Jianjun, on the other hand, was hit twice in a row. He only had two arrows left in his hand. On the other hand, the young man in sportswear had five arrows left. However, the possibility of hitting two or even three times in a row within eight minutes was almost negligible. Especially when both sides were evenly matched, he had no strategic advantage.
Everyone knew that Hu Jianjun was already in an invincible position.
"Young Master Hu is really awesome!"
His companions outside the arena were already screaming. The beautiful girls also applauded. Her face turned red.
In a society ruled by law, this kind of crude hedging game was very entertaining. From the revenge martial arts movies of the seventies and eighties to the kungfu action movies of the eighties and nineties, and now to the Hollywood blockbusters. All of them were filled with violence. But it was as popular as ever.
This proved that every ordinary person had a latent violent factor in their body.
Match point had passed.
Hu Jian Jun was hit by an arrow, but at the last moment, he shot another arrow at his opponent. He defeated his opponent by a score of three to one. It could be said that he had become famous after a single battle.
He walked out of the arena drenched in sweat and in high spirits. Even his gaze towards Yuchi Gong was full of provocation.
At this moment, everyone had forgotten Yuchi Gong's grand words: as long as Hu Jianjun won one match, the competition would end.
Even he himself seemed to have gotten amnesia.
"Next match, Guo Lin," Yuchi Gong said coldly.
As soon as he said this, Hu Jian Jun's side turned pale with fright.
Who was Guo Lin?
An ex-retired godly archer. A fierce person ranked in the top five in the country. He was also Yuchi Gong's archery teacher.
If he made a move, how could Hu Jian Jun's side win?
But — he was still full of hope.
Because he had also brought a trump card!
"General Xiao, it's your turn!" Hu Jian Jun said through gritted teeth. "If we win this match, we'll thoroughly slap Yuchi Gong's face!"
"Scram to the side." Xiao Zheng curled his lips. "He's an ex-national team member. You want me to go up and die? "
No one had expected Xiao Zheng's reaction to be so big and fierce. Even Hu Jian Jun was quite disappointed, even a bit embarrassed.
Wasn't this General Xiao a bit too cowardly?
Even if he really couldn't beat him, there was no need to be so blunt, right?
Plus, he could even use swords, spears, and clubs so smoothly. Archery was more or less the same. He shouldn't be too weak, right?
Hu Jian Jun had no choice but to send out his hardcore. But just as Xiao Zheng said, there was only one result in PK with an ex-national team member, and that was to be crushed!
Guo Lin's ten arrows were completed in five minutes. Not only did he hit eight arrows in a row, but he also demonstrated his powerful accuracy. It also reflected his terrifying arm strength.
If it were an amateur, even Hu Jian Jun. He wouldn't be able to complete ten consecutive shots in five minutes. The requirement for arm strength was really too high. After Hu Jian Jun's previous two consecutive shots, he spent the last eight minutes as a ghost. In the last minute, he barely recovered some strength. He completed a beautiful counterattack.
Ten consecutive shots!
Eight arrows in a row!
But Hu Jian Jun's hardcore had completely missed all three shots!
The battle ended with unimaginable speed.
Even if Guo Lin stood in place and let Hu Jian Jun's hardcore take seven arrows in a row, he still lost by one point.
"Worthy of being a national team member. This level really isn't something unorthodox can compare to. "Hu Jian Jun lit a cigarette somewhat gloomily, but he was also very convinced of Guo Lin's strength.
Letting the grand General Xiao fight such a humiliating and certain defeat battle was indeed a bit shameful. Hu Jian Jun didn't have any resentment, he was just worried about how to fight the last battle.
The two hardcore he brought weren't novices, they even had a certain talent for archery. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called them over on such an important day.
But Hu Jian Jun was also very clear, let alone one, even if these two talents came together, they still wouldn't be able to beat Yuchi Gong, who was close to the professional level.
Guo Lin's performance just now had already proved this point.
Then, who would fight in the last battle?
Hu Jian Jun was forced to helplessly look at Xiao Zheng. He didn't have his previous imposing manner, and impatiently said: "My dear brother, I really don't have anyone here …"
Hearing this, Xiao Zheng smiled. Under everyone's gaze, he lowered his level and pinched Hu Jianjun's handsome face. "You're even calling me 'Big Brother'. If I don't help you fight, it'll be hard to explain to your grandfather later. "
As he spoke, he raised his compound bow and narrowed his eyes at Yuchi Gong: "Young man, correct your previous wild words. Aside from you, there's no one here who is close to the professional level. There's also Guo Lin. "
"Of course, that includes me."
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