The best archer in the country actually challenged a reporter. This was unbelievable to them.
They did not know the truth of the bet. They only knew that Fang Moqi was the one who initiated the challenge.
"Bullsh * t, right? Is there anyone whose archery skills are better than Fang Moqi's? "
"Yeah, not to mention a reporter. I don't believe it!"
"It'll probably be a one-sided outcome."
Everyone was discussing, but Du Yu was jumping up and down happily. He looked at Lan Mu excitedly.
Only Du Yu knew how incredible Lan Mu's archery skills were. It made people feel as if they were watching a movie.
Fang Moqi did not care about what others thought. He walked straight to Lan Mu and smiled.
"Faster than me? Very good, there's a special training field behind. How about we go there to compete? "
Lan Mu was not sure about the special training field, but he did not care. He did not care about anything.
"Whatever. You can compete however you want … I only have one request."
"Oh?" Fang Moqi asked, "What is it? Just say it."
Lan Mu pointed at the crowd and said, "I don't want others to see our competition. Let Du Yu be the judge."
"Ah? What did you say? "
"Are you kidding? It's not easy to get the chance to watch such an exciting competition. You don't want us to watch? "
"Yeah, I've admired Fang Moqi's archery skills for a long time."
Lan Mu's request made the crowd excited. They were all attracted to Fang Moqi's fame and wanted to see his exciting archery skills.
Fang Moqi was stunned, then smiled. He remembered that Lan Mu might not even know how to shoot. After all, there were no signs of long-term archery practice on his hands.
'He doesn't want people to watch because he's afraid of losing too badly?' Fang Moqi thought to himself.
"Okay! I agree! "
Fang Moqi took Lan Mu's face into consideration and agreed.
"But Du Yu isn't a professional judge. Why don't we get someone else? How about the royal mausoleum? "
Wang Ling was stunned for a moment before he was overjoyed. He often acted as a referee in the club. Although his archery skills were not very good, he was very good at being a referee.
"I'm fine with it! I don't know … "
Wang Ling looked at Lan Mu. Lan Mu pondered for a moment and said, "Sure, but you have to promise not to spread it."
When Du Yu heard this, his whole body trembled with excitement. He knew that Lan Mu was serious. He was a very low-key person. Since he said that he would not let the news spread, then he would definitely display his peerless archery skills!
"Agree! Hurry up and agree! Wang Ling, hurry up and say that you won't spread the news! "Du Yu did not care that he had been stripped of his authority as a judge and shouted excitedly.
Wang Ling didn't know why Du Yu was so excited, but he wanted to see Fang Moqi's archery skills. He didn't care if the others saw it or not. He quickly agreed, "Okay! I promise you! I won't spread it to anyone else. "
"Damn it! Why?! "
"I want to see it too! I can be a judge too! "
The others complained, but Wang Ling didn't care. He was happy to see it.
Fang Moqi nodded and said to Wang Ling, "Old Wang, go to the back and prepare the field. We'll shoot moving targets. Let's start with missiles."
After saying that, Fang Moqi put down the backpack on his back. It was a very complicated backpack.
He opened the backpack and spread it out on the ground, revealing the equipment inside.
"Wow!"
When the crowd saw the true appearance of Fang Moqi's backpack, they were all amazed.
Dozens of weapons appeared in his backpack, ranging from small pocket-sized knives to big bull-tendon bows. There was everything he could think of.
These weapons were obviously self-made. Some were made with bones, and some had obvious signs of manual polishing. Only one item was an industrial product. It was a metal plate that had been shot through, and it was fixed in the middle of the backpack.
Skinning knife, bone-chopping knife, three-pronged dagger, pistol, short dagger, blow dart, longbow, flint …
Fang Moqi didn't take anything else. He only took two sets of bows, one big and one small. The big one was more than a meter long and was made with animal bones. It was a self-made bow.
The small one was less than two feet long, and even the arrows were thin and short.
"Where's your equipment?"
Lan Mu touched his back and took out the recurve bow he bought not long ago.
It was obvious that the design was bought at the Forest Club's physical store. Many people sneered.
Zheng Hui saw it and couldn't help but shake his head. "He's really an amateur! This bow is good for an amateur. Even competitive players don't use this kind of bow. Who would use this kind of standard bow in a real battle? "
Yu Xiao also said, "Hehe, could it be that he's planning to use this bow to … tut tut tut?"
Lan Mu glanced at them and ignored them. He only said to Fang Moqi, "This is my equipment. I've prepared it."
Fang Moqi also looked at his bow in surprise. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that the bow was brand new. It was definitely not used for more than a week.
"You … Okay, let's go."
The two went out from the back of the lounge and soon arrived at the so-called special training field. It was actually a large training room.
Everyone followed, but when the two entered the special training room, Wang Ling stopped everyone and said, "Don't make it difficult for me. Fang Moqi promised him."
After that, he was about to close the door.
Unexpectedly, Du Yu rushed forward and pushed the door open a little, rushing in directly.
Wang Ling pulled him back, but heard him shout, "Brother Mu, I've seen your super archery. Is it okay if I watch?"
Lan Mu looked at him speechlessly and nodded. Anyway, Du Yu had seen it. If he stopped him outside, who knew what this guy would do.
"Dong!"
Wang Ling saw that the others were squeezing in and hurriedly closed the door and locked it.
Ignoring the complaints outside the door, the four of them walked to the middle of the special training field.
"Let's get this over with quickly. I'll talk about how to play the missile first."
Fang Moqi did not waste any time and directly began the introduction.
"In a while, you and I will each hold a bow and arrow and stand on this platform. A machine will shoot missiles from the right at a speed of 75 meters per second. Finally, it will fall into the recycling hole on the left. You see … "
Fang Moqi nodded to Wang Ling. Wang Ling was operating the equipment in the corner of the special training field. Immediately, many small balls, about the size of ping pong balls, were ejected from the small hole on the right wall. They flew a few meters in front of Lan Mu's eyes.
"Hua hua hua!" Only a variety of white shadows could be seen, and the missiles fell into the huge recycling hole on the left.
"We'll stand on the platform and shoot the missiles. In the end, we won't count the ones that fall into the recycling hole. We'll count the results of the missiles that are shot and fall to the ground. According to the number of missiles shot by different colored arrows, we'll be able to determine the winner."
"My arrows are all black, and your arrows are gray, so it's easy to distinguish. As long as there are more gray arrows in the final tally, you win. "
"This is my very normal training. It tests the shooter's eyesight, reaction, and rapid shooting ability. It used to be used as a warm-up. Do you want to compete in this? If you don't like it, you can change it. There are more than 30 special training methods here. "
Lan Mu smiled and said, "What's your best result?"
Fang Moqi thought for a moment and said, "I remember 64 arrows in a minute."
Hearing him say this, Du Yu interrupted, "I know! Brother Mu, don't underestimate 64 arrows in a minute. I'm not as fast as you. Brother Fang shot the missiles with 64 arrows! "
"At that time, the frequency of missiles was 100 per minute, and 20 tubes were fired at the same time. After a minute, a total of 2,000 missiles were fired. After that, there were a total of 210 missiles on the ground. Brother Fang shot 64 arrows, and each of them killed at least three birds with one arrow. There were even a few that killed four birds with one arrow! "
Lan Mu listened to Du Yu's words, but he didn't think it was too difficult. He imagined it and felt that it was too easy.
"Forget it, let's compete in this. Let's finish it quickly."
Lan Mu drew his bow and waited silently.
Fang Moqi smiled and shouted to Wang Ling, "Old Wang! Begin! One minute! Frequency 100, 20 tubes! "
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
After the countdown, Du Yu and Wang Ling were stunned. Even though Du Yu had seen this scene before, he was still very excited.
Countless missiles were shot out from the wall, leaving white shadows in the air and whooshing sounds.
Fang Moqi and Lan Mu's hands didn't stop from the beginning. One was faster than the other!
The way the two of them drew their bows was completely different. Lan Mu drew an arrow from the quiver normally, quickly drew it, and then drew the bow and released the arrow!
Fang Moqi, on the other hand, pinched three arrows at a time, and held them between different fingers.
When the first arrow was released, he only needed to nimbly flick his fingers, and the second arrow would slide in a beautiful arc on the bow with his fingers as the axis.
The third arrow was the same. This special drawing method allowed him to shoot three arrows in a second at the highest speed.
Then, he would slow down because he needed to draw three more arrows.
"This … how is this possible?" Wang Ling felt that something was wrong. In his mind, Fang Moqi was the strongest, but he was slower than Lan Mu!
He saw that Lan Mu was only using the most common drawing method. He completed the movements one by one, but his speed was no faster than Fang Moqi's three arrows.
From the beginning, Lan Mu's speed didn't decrease at all. Every arrow was maintained at the same speed. His hands danced between the quiver and the bow. He was so fast that only afterimages were left.
Du Yu's eyes lit up. His efforts weren't in vain. He finally saw this extremely fast archery again.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh …"
Arrows were shot out continuously, and missiles kept falling. Soon, the ground was full of missiles. Basically, several of them were strung together on the same arrow.
A minute passed quickly. When the time was up, the missiles automatically stopped.
Lan Mu and Fang Moqi both put down the bow in their hands.
Fang Moqi was highly focused just now, so he didn't pay attention to Lan Mu. He only felt that he was extremely fast, but he didn't know how fast.
So the first thing Fang Moqi did was look at Lan Mu's quiver.
"Five … five quiver … are all empty?"
Fang Moqi and Lan Mu each had five quiver hanging from their waists. They didn't expect that after a minute, Lan Mu had shot out all the arrows!
"No! Mine seems to be … hmm? "
Fang Moqi suddenly realized that the number of arrows he had was wrong. He had used an extra quiver!
"Could it be …"
"You used one of my quiver?" Fang Moqi said in disbelief.
Lan Mu nodded and said, "Ah … yes."
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