Chapter 40 of 100

Chapter 40: Archery

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After a while, Amazon stopped laughing, her expression suddenly turning serious, and she glanced at me lightly.

Damn, I didn't expect that when Amazon got serious, her aura would be so intense. No wonder there was a large empty space around her; this was the treatment reserved for experts. How could I have not thought of that just now?

Under her clear blue eyes, I immediately started sweating coldly.

"Hmm, you hit it..."

She stared for a long time, then nodded gently. Her voice was clear and crisp, like a fairy, but with an aggressiveness that fairies don't have.

What, hit it? I hit it?

Ha, experts are experts; they don't even need to aim.

At that moment, the intense aura Amazon emitted was immediately ignored by me.

"Is that so?"

I glanced at her indifferently and said, "It's nothing, I'm used to it," as I casually flicked my sleeve (cough, it was my hand).

She gently wiped the bow, as if caressing a lover, her eyes so gentle, her voice so cold and indifferent.

A passionate archer, an unfeeling arrow—this was probably the realm of such a state.

"Hmm." Amazon nodded. "But I'm not used to it, so don't shoot my target again in the future."

"Cough..."

My hand froze in mid-air, and the bow, like an old and faded lover, could no longer be caressed.

I sneakily glanced at Amazon's target. OMG, was that a target? It must be a joke, it looked more like a mosquito.

Several hundred meters away, at least four to five times the distance I aimed, a small hard-skinned rat was darting around. At that moment, the poor hard-skinned rat had an arrow stuck in its body.

This time, I really felt like I was showing off my sword skills in front of Guan Yu. I had lost face big time.

But who am I? Wu Fan. I can lose a battle, but I can't lose my dignity. I politely bowed to Amazon.

"I got a bit carried away with my skills just now... I'm really very sorry."

Amazon had been paying attention to me all along. She saw me place the huge beast's target 100 meters away and the novice gesture of drawing the bow, and already knew my level was extremely poor. She couldn't believe that someone like me could pass the god's test and become a job changer. Had the requirements for job changers become so lax?

When she heard my response, even she was speechless. There must be a limit to how shameless a person can be. This guy's face was so thick it was almost supernatural. He might not know his own strength, but if face thickness were a skill, he would have more than enough to change jobs, no, it would be a waste of talent.

"Cough, cough..."

Seeing the silence, I coughed a few times awkwardly, suddenly remembering Doug and Gaff.

I turned around and saw Doug and Gaff standing far away, their faces pale, looking at me with the eyes of the dead.

"Doug, Gaff, what's wrong with you? Come over quickly."

The big-mouthed Doug, for once, didn't say a word. Instead, he and Gaff shook their heads vigorously and took a few more steps back.

Tch, if you don't want to come, fine. No good deed goes unpunished. Looking at your wimpy faces, I muttered under my breath, turned around, and found Amazon looking at me with a half-smile.

"Is... is there something wrong?"

The "expert" demeanor was shattered, and I was once again intimidated by her aura, my voice softening.

Amazon didn't speak, her face half-smiling, half-cold. She ignored me, turned around, and drew the bow with both hands. With a few swift movements, without even aiming, the hard-skinned rat darting around far away was hit by several arrows. OMG, it was like a dark version of Li Guang...

I trembled as I raised the bow, but the arrow I nocked wouldn't fly. Of course, with a tough guy with an AK-47 going wild next to me, and me holding a water gun, how could I have the nerve to show off?

Forget it, I've already lost face big time. What's there to be afraid of? I gritted my teeth, aimed at my target, and pulled the bowstring hard.

Oh no, as soon as I let go, I knew something was wrong. When I released the arrow, the angle of the arrow's tail was slightly off, and the bowstring didn't apply much force.

Sure enough, the arrow flew at an extremely leisurely pace, wobbling in the air, drawing a subtle parabola, and landed at the feet of the target.

The gaze from the side turned back to me, and I could feel a mocking expression in it.

Hmph, I've already hit rock bottom. I'm not afraid of boiling water. Today, I'll show you what a true expert is.

I looked up at the blue sky with a profound expression, then took out some knowledge I learned from a military novel, licked my finger, stuck a bit of saliva on it, and extended it to feel the wind direction.

"Oh, it's an updraft today. No wonder my arrow, which was supposed to hit the target with certainty, fell to the ground!" I realized.

"Whoosh."

The Amazon beauty next to me shot an arrow that landed about ten meters away from her target.

Hmph, you can't fool me, but can you disgust me to death?

Shalna stared speechlessly at the man in front of her. She had seen many shameless people, but none as shameless as this. She was already known as eccentric and strange, but compared to this druid, she felt as normal as the most rigorous elder in the Amazon tribe.

However, it seemed this little druid didn't know his "title." Even though he didn't know his "title," he still dared to act silly in front of her after understanding his own strength from the few arrows he shot. This kid was interesting, really interesting. Although his skills were terrible, he was more to her liking than those self-proclaimed normal fools.

Looking at the arrow she had just missed, Shalna was suddenly enlightened. How many years had it been since she last missed a shot here? Five years? Ten years? It seemed that after five years of brutal training, she hadn't missed a shot once. Then she spent eight years to become an Amazon, and another four years to reach her current level. Twelve years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Shalna looked at the little druid beside her with a complex expression. It was he who had made her suffer the greatest humiliation in twelve years. He was just an ignorant druid, yet she couldn't help but feel no anger. What was this feeling?

Sigh, it seems I'm getting softer. In the past, I would have beaten him half to death.

Shalna glared fiercely at the little druid, and with one missed shot, she lost the mood to continue practicing. She straightened her impressive figure, threw the bow and arrow on the ground, and her golden hair flowed like a golden galaxy as she walked away without a backward glance. There were only a few thousand job changers in the Rogue Camp, so finding someone wasn't hard.

We will meet again, brat. Just for that one shot, I'll remember you.

As she passed by, in my blind spot, Shalna rarely showed a faint smile, spreading across her delicate oval face like a poppy, beautiful and seductive, full of fatal allure. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luck to see it, and those who saw it didn't have the luck to enjoy it.

"Did you see that? Shalna's deadly smile."

Doug trembled, and Gaff nodded quickly. The two poor kids almost hugged each other, clearly terrified.

"What are you two doing over there? Come over quickly."

After Shalna left, the large empty space began to be coveted. Shalna was like a wild beast leader; no one dared to approach when she was there, but as soon as she left, those who had been lingering in the training ground immediately moved toward us like predators.

"Come over quickly, or there won't be any space left."

I angrily shouted at the two dazed barbarians. Damn, these are called barbarians? They should be called shrimp.

The two barbarians walked over, and Doug gently patted my shoulder, choking back tears, "Dear Wu, take care of yourself."

"Damn..." Before I could speak, Gaff also patted my other shoulder, "Wu, do you have any last wishes?"

Look, look, Gaff's words are practical, unlike Doug's vague and empty talk. Wait, no, what are you two talking about? Take care? Last wishes? Huh?

Under their guidance, I quickly mastered the basic standing shooting posture. Of course, this was just the foundation of the foundation. There were also concealed kneeling shots and prone shots for ambushing, which were fixed postures. Later, there were more difficult techniques, such as shooting moving targets, shooting fixed targets while running, and shooting at irregularly moving targets. There were many more. In short, this was a practice that was clearly very mentally and physically demanding. To reach those levels, one would need to practice for at least ten to twenty years. The Amazon might be able to do it, but me? Now? I would be overjoyed if I could hit a stationary large beast 100 meters away while standing.

Fortunately, for us who are not skilled in archery, we don't need to reach those advanced levels, but we must at least be able to hit moving enemies while standing still. I'm still far from that.

Gaff lived up to his title as the first archer among barbarians. He could already shoot enemies while in relative motion, with a hit rate of at least 60%. His teaching was also very meticulous and comprehensive, unlike Doug, who could only think of having me imitate his shooting posture.

Practicing archery isn't something that can be done in a day or two, so I wasn't in a hurry. After practicing for a few hours on the training ground, I returned to the inn with the two black-faced barbarian brothers.

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