The hard training continued.
In the blink of an eye, another seven days had passed.
The young instructor seemed to use seven days as a phase. On the eighth day of archery training, he once again set a new task target for Dean. The number of arrows per day had increased by one hundred. He needed to complete one thousand six hundred arrows, and four hundred of them must hit the target!
This time, he didn't directly increase the number of arrows by 500. Perhaps he considered that there was a limit to his physique. According to the young instructor's assessment, it would be very difficult for Dean to complete 1500 arrows with his physique. It would be extremely difficult for him to increase the number of arrows by 100. Two thousand arrows was basically the limit of Dean's physical strength!
His assessment was based on a variety of information and was very accurate. However, he did not know that when he set this task target, Dean had increased the number of arrows to two thousand and eighty!
Moreover, this record was immediately broken on the second day, reaching two thousand one hundred and twelve arrows!
The more time passed, the slower the number of arrows Dean could shoot. His physical strength had already reached the limit, or even broke through the limit. Moreover, his hit rate had reached seven hundred arrows! In other words, he could continuously and steadily shoot seven hundred arrows!
This was absolutely a terrible level, and it meant that he had really entered the door of archery!
However, it was just the door. After all, the target was static, and the target area was relatively large. If he wanted to accurately hit a smaller bullseye range, the difficulty would be even greater!
In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed.
On the hunter training ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The arrows flew out continuously, and the arrows hit the target. Out of three arrows, one arrow hit the bullseye.
Dean's movements were stable. Yesterday's tired and sore arms had almost recovered after a night's rest. His body had fully adapted to such high-intensity training.
When he shot two hundred arrows, the other five people came to the training ground one after another.
In this month of archery training, Dean's rapid progress had made the five people sit up and take notice of him. However, thinking that Dean was a hunter with magic marks, the five people's hearts were both envious and somewhat jealous.
Not long after the five people arrived, the young instructor also came. In addition to the release of task indicators, his expression was very easy-going. He chuckled to Dudian: "Today is the first month of training. The number of arrows you shoot every day has reached 2000. Even if you have reached the limit, you have completed the target I gave you on time. I believe that your arm strength is now very stable."
Dean stopped and looked at him.
"Next, it's time to teach you the first archery skill of a beginner hunter. Once you've mastered it, you'll be considered a qualified archer." The young instructor smiled and picked up another black bow and quiver from the shelf. He pulled out a dark arrow and put it on the bow: "Look carefully, this is called 'Rapid Arrow'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he loosened his fingers and the Tendon String shot out.
With a swoosh, the arrow shot through the air and nailed itself on the target, hitting the bullseye.
As Dean looked back at the young instructor, he heard a sound coming from the target. He couldn't help but look at the target and saw two arrows nailed in the bullseye!
"You didn't see it clearly." The young instructor smiled and said, "The so-called Rapid-Fire Arrow refers to the rapid shooting of the arrows without pause. The difficulty of this move lies in its stability and speed. The two arrows must be shot in a line so that it can cause the greatest damage. If you encounter a monster with a strong defense, the first arrow will tear through its scales, the second arrow will pierce through its flesh and bones, and the third arrow will take its life!"
Dean looked at it and nodded: "I know."
"You have just learned it. I'll give you half a month to master two consecutive shots." The young instructor's face was cold and solemn: "If you haven't mastered it by then, you'll get a hellish training."
Dean nodded slightly to show that he understood.
"Remember, the key to this move is stability. At the same time, the speed of drawing and loading the arrow must be fast, accurate, and stable!" The young instructor instructed. As he spoke, he quickly loaded the arrow and shot two arrows consecutively, both hitting the bullseye.
This time Dean saw it clearly. The speed of the arrow was so fast that it was like a shadow. Almost as soon as the first arrow was shot, the second arrow was already on the bullseye. His hand speed was amazing!
Under the watchful eyes of the young instructor, Dean also began to practice.
Soon, he felt the difficulty. The first was to draw the arrow. When he touched the quiver on his back, he might not be able to catch the arrow at the first time. Occasionally he would catch the arrow, but because of the wrong gesture or the wrong position, the speed would slow down and he couldn't shoot continuously.
The young instructor watched him practice for a while, told him: "Practice well." Then he turned and left.
Dudian practiced repeatedly.
Another day passed.
He was completely immersed in the process of quickly shooting and quickly shooting. When the servant reminded him at eight o 'clock in the evening, he came back to his senses and subconsciously asked: "How many arrows have you shot today?"
"Two thousand five hundred and thirty arrows." The servant said.
Dean was a little surprised. Since three days ago, the number of arrows he shot had been stable at about two thousand three hundred and fifty arrows. Today he unexpectedly increased by one hundred and eighty arrows in one breath? It must be known that his physical strength had long reached the limit.
"I'm too into it, so I don't feel tired." Dean woke up and suddenly saw the blisters on his fingers. Water and blood flowed out. He immediately wrapped his clothes and went back to eat.
The next day.
Dean came early as usual and continued to practice rapid arrow.
The more times he practiced, the more Dean understood rapid arrow. However, with the understanding, he gradually rejected this archery.
"Rapid arrow shooting, although two or even three arrows in a row are very lethal, but the shortcomings are also very obvious. The rapid shooting will lead to the weakening of the power of each arrow. The real damage caused by three arrows is at most equal to one and a half arrows!" Dean thought in his heart: "If I can kill with one arrow, why do I need three arrows? It's better to practice the previous arrow. Although the speed is slow, but the hunter's fighting style is to ambush and shoot. As long as I can kill with one arrow, it's fine. "
"Moreover, people's energy is limited. It takes too long to practice rapid arrow. It's better to concentrate on learning."
He decided to go to the extreme!
Anything that reached the pinnacle would be terrifying.
Whether it was "speed is unbreakable" or "strength to defeat ten", it was a kind of extreme!
Although the rapid arrow looked good, fancy, and seemed powerful, Dean felt that it was not worth wasting energy to learn it. He wanted to practice the most destructive archery, and it was best to be able to kill with one arrow!
Thinking of this, Dean gave up practicing rapid arrow and continued to repeat the previous basic archery!
However, this time he did not blindly pursue quantity, but thought about how to make the destructive power greater.
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