In the following days, Dean focused on his own training.
Every day, he would get up on time, wash up, eat breakfast, and then come to the training ground to practice target shooting. Because there was no hunter instructor to guide him, he could only continue to practice the 'scattered archery' that he had learned in the past. With the 'scattered archery' practice, he could improve his speed of drawing arrows and quick aiming judgment. His shooting range had also increased to 200 meters. His hit rate was extremely high, and his heart rate was more than 60%.
After a lot of practice, although he would occasionally shoot three, five, and other deviations, but he didn't miss the target!
There was a certain element of luck in archery. Ordinary people could shoot 100 arrows, maybe they could hit the bullseye two or three arrows, but a qualified hunter who walked on the edge of life and death would never allow his life to be controlled by such unstable factors as' luck '. After more than ten days of practice, his single shooting had stabilized at the record of 1000 arrows from 200 meters without missing the target. As for the scattered archery technique, there would still be phenomena such as missing the target, deflection, and so on. He needed more time to practice.
"Scattered archery is used to hunt the undead. If I want to hunt large monsters, I still have to rely on my single archery skill. I must be able to shoot 100%, and there must be no mistakes!" While Dean was practicing, he was also thinking, "Large monsters have a long hearing and perception ability. With my arm strength, I can completely pull this intermediate knight's bow. The highest range of this bow is 320 meters. It is already a good bow. For the time being, I don't have the money to buy other better bows. Even if I have one, I may not be able to fully pull it."
"The range still needs to be improved, and the accuracy must also be improved. If I can achieve a high hit rate of 300 meters, I can see a large prey from afar and shoot it. There is almost no risk. Even if I can't shoot it, I have enough time to pull the bow again and shoot the second and third arrows."
Distance was something that archers always had to keep in mind. A good archer must accurately grasp the distance to within a few meters, or even within a meter. Every little bit of distance could be included in the calculation and use.
"But it is too difficult to reach this point in just half a year!" Dean was clear about this point. He had found the goal, but he lacked time.
"I can only stabilize the range of 200 meters and increase my accuracy to above 90% before considering increasing the range."
A target heart rate of more than 90% was extremely terrifying. It must be known that in the ancient times, a hundred shots were enough to be called a godly archer. And a godly archer was very rare in a country. Although he was a hunter and his physique was higher than ordinary people, but his shooting range was also much higher than ordinary people's shooting range of 100 meters. He had already achieved the so-called 100 meters poplar shot, but 200 meters was another matter. The difficulty was not just doubled.
Whoosh!
The arrow flew through the air and nailed itself in the bullseye.
Dean repeatedly pulled the bow, shot the arrows, pulled the bow, shot the arrows, and soon the arrows were out of the quiver. The waiter next to him immediately handed a new quiver of arrows that had already been prepared. At first, the waiter who came to help Dean was just an ordinary person, but Dean's shooting speed was too fast. The ordinary waiter didn't have enough time to pass the arrows, so he could only call the family's knight to help.
The knight's squire was a person who had received physical training. His body was relatively strong, but he was still tired and his arms were sore.
"One arrow per second. The distance of two hundred meters is usually about two seconds for the monsters to pounce on me. It's only enough for me to shoot two arrows. The speed of shooting is too slow …" Dean repeatedly engraved the feeling of shooting arrows into his bones. At the same time, he imagined that he was standing in the ruins outside the giant wall. In front of him, there were monsters in front of him.
Soon, one target was full, and another target was replaced. The waiter waiting outside quickly came forward and replaced the target that was full.
"At first, I thought of using gunpowder to tie to the arrow to increase the lethality. But now, it seems that this method will not work. The gunpowder will seriously affect the accuracy of the arrow. Although it doesn't need to be too accurate if the gunpowder is tied to the arrow, as long as it hits the monster, the gunpowder will affect the speed of the arrow. Moreover, the damage caused by the gunpowder tied to the arrow is not as high as the damage caused by the arrow hitting the fatal spot."
"In addition to gunpowder, what other methods can be used to enhance the destructive power of the arrows?"
"The spiral arrow can't be used for the time being. I can only work on the arrowhead. The arrowhead is generally forged from iron. Should I replace it with a sharper metal?"
Dean was pondering in his mind as he shot the arrow.
Time passed in a blink of an eye. Half a month had passed.
In the past half a month, Dean came to the training ground every day to practice archery. His schedule was more accurate than a machine. He would come to the training ground at six o 'clock in the morning. After practicing for half an hour, the cook of Ryan's house would wake up to cook. After eating breakfast, he would return to the training ground and continue to practice. In addition to eating time, he would spend the rest of the time on the training ground until six o' clock in the evening.
After the archery training, Dean would continue to practice some close combat swordsmanship, assassination and other skills. This was to prevent the hidden monster from being detected by him and to avoid being directly killed in close combat. But his main energy was still on archery training. Close combat skills were just supplementary training. Through various body movements, he could relax the stiff muscles during archery so that the next day's archery training could be carried out better.
On this day, Dean came to the training ground as usual to practice archery. He didn't practice for long when suddenly a waiter came and said to Dean: "Mr Dean, the master has asked you to come over."
"Well?" Dean didn't stop and asked: "What's the matter?"
The waiter respectfully said: "There are guests outside. It seems that they are from the Scott consortium."
Dean's eyes moved as he stopped pulling the bow. He unloaded the quiver and quickly went to the castle.
He saw that several servants were cleaning the dust in the living room. Old Fulin's children hadn't gotten up yet. There were only the butler, Old Fulin, and three other figures in the hall. The leader of the group was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit. He was an aristocratic gentleman. Behind him was a knight. Looking at the badge on his chest, Dean could tell that he was an honourable knight. Moreover, he was an intermediate knight. The other one was a beautiful woman wearing glasses. She had a quiet expression and was standing in a relatively comfortable posture.
"He's here." Old Fulin was the first to notice Dean coming out from the side door leading to the training ground. He smiled and waved to Dean. He looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting at the table: "This is Mr Dean."
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