novelraw Chapter 1253 - 1248: Ten Arrows Fired in Unison
Chapter 1253 - 1248: Ten Arrows Fired in Unison
Congratulations, you guessed right.
When this sentence was spoken, the surrounding people were stunned.
What is he doing?
Is he really that arrogant?
Next to him, Mang’s reaction was different from everyone else’s.
His eye twitched slightly, sensing something unusual.
The next moment.
The stationary Qin Hao moved.
His hand lifted, and there were five arrows between his fingers.
Twang!
As he hooked the string with his fingers, the five arrows were tightly strung.
"Is he preparing to shoot five arrows simultaneously?"
"That’s impossible! Only someone who has mastered skillful force can pull off a simultaneous shot of five arrows. Otherwise, they won’t even be able to string the arrows. The only one who knows this skillful force is Mang, how can this outsider know it too?"
Seeing this scene, the people around were amazed.
Only Mang squinted his eyes, feeling a trace of doubt. No, he’s not using skillful force, each string on his fingers seems to have residual strength. This residual strength precisely enabled the arrows to ’stick’ to the string.
Could this residual strength be the Inner Strength cultivated by martial artists?
Understanding this cleared Mang’s doubts, yet his face remained tense.
Qin Hao over there moved again.
His hand created a residual image as it lifted, and neatly, there were five more arrows between his slender fingers.
"What! This isn’t five arrows, it’s ten arrows!"
People were extremely shocked as Qin Hao strung five more arrows.
At this point, there were a total of ten arrows strung on the bowstring!
This scene was extraordinarily remarkable.
Even the tribe’s strongest archer Mang could only manage five arrows at once.
And Qin Hao, an outsider, was managing ten arrows at once?
How extraordinary!
However, the tribe people tend to side with their own.
They wouldn’t easily praise outsiders to the detriment of one of their own.
As the arrows were yet to be released, many began to shout.
"Ten arrows at once? Ha, it looks impressive, but it’s just a fancy show!"
Some scoffed in an attempt to cast doubt.
As Qin Hao’s biggest adversary, Map’s face was also sullen, "The biggest challenge with five arrows at once is not concentrating on the target, each arrow will hit a different spot. This fool actually chose to show off at this time? Doesn’t he want to win?"
Zhi also sneered, "These ten arrows may look cool, but they have no benefit in an archery battle. The arrows will scatter, and he definitely won’t score a perfect score. Is this guy planning to abandon the competition or just showcasing a bit of skill to lose with dignity?"
It’s possible to say that despite Qin Hao’s impressive technique display.
Still, there was no one on the scene who believed in him.
Ten arrows with different angles and directions, how could they possibly hit the same bullseye?
Ah You was also very worried at first, but hearing everyone say this, she relaxed and looked at Ah Sang with anger, "Wretch, soon your lover will lose the contest! By then, he will be scorned by the crowd and judged by the elders. Certain death!"
At such a stage, and Ah Sang was in no mood to respond to Ah You, she just shouted with encouragement, "Brother Hao, keep going!"
...
In the arena.
Qin Hao stood holding the bow, his stance straighter than ever, with an exceedingly serious expression.
He grasped the bow’s shaft with one hand and fully drew the string with the other.
Ten arrows clinging to the string, as if one entity, each aimed at different spots.
The tension in the bow, and Qin Hao’s expression was that serious.
When Ah Sang’s cheering reached him, he couldn’t help but turn to look, and saw her genuine smile.
At this moment, everyone felt a bit dazed.
This guy, being able to smile at such a time?
Bang!
A clear sound resounded, snapping everyone awake.
They understood, the string moved. Qin Hao’s string.
Everyone’s gaze quickly focused on the field.
In their sights, those ten arrows shot through the air, not fast, not at steep angles, each arrow spreading out.
When closely examined, only the center arrow was truly aimed at the bullseye.
Apart from that, all other arrows flew at angles deviating from the target.
As expected! Ten arrows at once are spectacular, but they can’t hit accurately!
This was the crowd’s schadenfreude expression.
However, a strange scene suddenly unfolded among the flying arrows.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Nine echoing sounds, like airplanes passing through the blue sky, the nine arrows outside the center suddenly changed their flight paths.
Those arrows created a delightful arc in the sky, then accelerated or slowed down accordingly.
Just like that, they aligned behind the center arrow!
From directly behind, those arrows formed a perfect line!
This scene made everyone’s eyes widen, just like seeing an alien for the first time in shock.
At that moment, the first arrow finally hit the target.
Ding!
A crisp sound just started, immediately followed by a second sound.
Ding!
Then the third, fourth, fifth.
Until the last echo ceased, people instinctively counted.
Ten.
Exactly ten, seamlessly hitting the same spot, rhythmic sounds...
"Just now... what exactly happened?"
"Did I see it wrongly? Did those arrows turn in the air?"
"Turning is something, some even accelerated, okay!"
"What’s happening? This is totally unscientific!"
The people on the scene, before they could investigate further, were lost in the memory of the moment.
In people’s cognition, arrows fly straight out, turning? That’s non-existent!
Even if they hadn’t studied physics, they could understand this.
However, the situation just now was so real, everyone saw it.
It represented the fact that this wasn’t an illusion.
So, how did Qin Hao pull it off?
Amidst the puzzlement, the only conscious person in the arena spoke.
——Mang’s expression was complex, "I lost."
Mang lost?
Is this true?
People set their doubts aside momentarily, instinctively glancing at the target area.
The 50-meter distance was a bit far.
People with average eyesight could hardly see clearly.
Yet, the tribe had many disciples with excellent vision.
For example, Map.
Now, the expression of the tribe’s first warrior was as if he had eaten something foul.
He exclaimed disorientedly, "Impossible! Impossible! Why did he also get a perfect score!"
Once this statement was made, those with ordinary strength were abruptly awakened.
Since Map spoke it, there couldn’t be any cheating.
This outsider actually scored perfectly too?
This is simply... unimaginable!
"No way! It can’t be true! How could this little rascal get a perfect score!"
In the spectator area.
Ah You’s face flushed, her eyes filled with bloodshot hue.
Her mind had been thrown into chaos by this blow.
Mang, her real brother, the tribe’s top archer.
Even if it were him, he would only manage five arrows at once, without hitting the same spot.
Yet, an outsider did it?