The sky was getting dark.
Dean was still pulling the bow and shooting arrows. Every time he pulled the bow, it was extremely strenuous and even painful, but he still shot the arrows one by one. Two servants stood next to him and looked at each other. They had replaced 57 quiver of arrows for Dean. Each quiver had 20 arrows, so it had already exceeded the number of 1000 arrows.
"Elder, your 1000 arrows task has been completed." One of the servants hesitated for a moment, but still interrupted Dean's training and said.
Dean gasped and said: "I know, continue to change the arrows."
After that, he continued to pull the bow.
When he was too tired to pull the bow, he took a short break to recover and then continued to shoot arrows.
Until around eight or nine o 'clock in the evening, Dean was completely tired and could no longer pull the bow. He had to stop and asked a young servant next to him: "How many arrows?"
"One thousand two hundred and ninety arrows." The servant quickly replied.
Dean gasped and thought: "Ten more arrows to reach the round number." His obsessive-compulsive disorder was playing tricks in his heart. He planned to go back to rest, but now he was serious.
Soon, after intermittent rest and shooting arrows, Dean spent a quarter of an hour to make up ten arrows. He was satisfied and ready to leave.
At this time, the young instructor came from the distance and saw Dean next to the shelf. He was surprised: "Not finished yet?"
"It's done." Dudian gasped.
The young instructor looked at the two servants next to him and saw them nodding slightly. He knew that Dean was not fooling him. He smiled: "Go back and rest. These 1000 arrows are based on your physique. When others first came here, they were tired with 300 arrows a day. Now they can only achieve 800 arrows a day. After all, your physical strength is much higher than theirs. One thousand arrows is your starting point. We will continue to gradually increase your training volume. Don't neglect or be lazy, understand?"
Dean nodded.
"Go back and have a good rest." The young instructor waved.
Dean handed the bow to the servant and turned away from the lawn. He was so tired that his arms were still slightly trembling.
The place to sleep at night was a nearby castle for trainee hunters. All the trainee hunters were privately trained by the consortium. Dudian came to the front hall to have dinner. He had to say that the life of the hunter special training was completely different from that of the scavengers. The scavengers were thoroughly trained. They lived in poor conditions and ate poor food. They were trained to adapt to the living conditions outside the giant wall.
But hunters were different. As long as they completed their tasks every day, they would be able to enjoy other aspects of material enjoyment.
There was a specially hired chef waiting for them at any time, and they could order whatever they wanted. As long as they completed the task before 9 p.m., they could eat as much as they wanted.
Dean arrived at 8: 45. He ordered a pan-fried blood steak and a foie gras. Both of these were poultry raised in the giant wall. The effect of nuclear radiation was relatively shallow so the degree of mutation wasn't obvious. After generations of reproduction, the definition had changed from 'mutation' to 'evolution'. It belonged to non-polluting poultry and was the favorite food of the aristocracy.
After eating, Dean went back to the room arranged by the young instructor to sleep.
The room was independent and very spacious. It was a rare enjoyment for Dean who was used to living a hard life.
The night passed quickly. The next day he got up on time and came to the hall under the castle. He saw a lot of people who were almost the same age as him. One of them was the trainee hunter that he had trained with yesterday.
"Good morning." The teenager saw Dudian and calmly greeted him: "My name is Terson. I heard that you came back very late last night. The first day must have been very hard for you. I can't believe that I gave you a thousand arrows training. You are worthy to be the one who got the magic marks. You can even complete such a terrible requirement.
Dean politely said: "You will get the magic mark in the future."
The teenager smiled and didn't say anything. He said goodbye to Dean and went to the side to get his breakfast.
Dean also went to the queue and asked for his own breakfast. After eating, he moved his arms. After a night of recovery, there was still some sore feeling. He knew that today's practice would be more difficult.
After eating breakfast, Dean came to the lawn. At the moment the other five people hadn't arrived yet. The servants also hadn't arrived yet. Dean didn't pay attention to them and began to practice.
After shooting 100 arrows, he saw the other five people coming. The young instructor's training was very free. As long as the task was completed on the day, no matter how long the training was, he could arrange his own time.
After the five people arrived, they greeted each other and began to train.
A single training course and day after day life was extremely boring for a child of Dean's age. But Dean was very patient since childhood. He had seen the destruction of the world and the cruelty outside the giant wall. This made his thirst for power stronger.
This desire surpassed all other interests of fun.
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
The young instructor came to see them several times. He guided them on the basic posture of archery and the role of the shoulders, arms and other parts of the body. Then he left.
At 8 o 'clock in the evening, Dean was so tired that his arms cramped and had to stop. Today's task was barely up to 1200 arrows, 100 less than yesterday's. The main reason was that yesterday's overdraft was too big, and the after-effects of arm soreness had affected today.
Dean dragged his body back to the castle. After dinner, he went back to the room and fell asleep.
The next third and fourth day, Dean went back at 8 o 'clock in the evening as usual.
On the third day, the number of arrows shot skyrocketed to 1500 arrows. The sore feeling in his arms had gradually adapted after the night's rest. On the fourth day, the number of arrows shot had reached 1600 arrows.
In the high-intensity training, Dean's body was also adjusting and adapting quickly.
The five people who trained with Dean all felt the progress of Dean's archery. The hit rate was almost twice as high as before. Almost every ten arrows, only one or two arrows would miss the target, and the rest would all hit the target! Of course, this was the probability of the first few hundred arrows. The more the arrows, the lower the hit rate. It was negligible.
Even so, the five people were surprised by such progress in just a few days.
However, thinking that Dean was a hunter who had mastered magic marks, his physique was several times higher than theirs. Such amazing progress could be explained.
Nevertheless, the five people were still somewhat unconvinced. Even if they were facing a hunter who had mastered magic marks, they didn't want to be quickly overtaken by a newcomer. So in the next few days, they were more serious about their attitude when shooting, instead of shooting casually like before, they just hoped that the arrows could fly over the target.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Dean had increased the number of arrows shot every day to 1800!
"Now that you have adapted, from today on, the number of arrows you shoot every day will increase to 1500 arrows!" The young instructor said coldly and harshly: "Moreover, the number of arrows that hit the target must reach 300!"
Dean nodded and didn't say anything. In fact, the number of arrows he had hit the target had reached about 500, almost double the task set by the young instructor! However, he didn't care about the task given by the young instructor. His goal was to surpass himself and squeeze himself to the limit!
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