Wanbao Lady

Chapter 472: Archery Competition

Lingzhou, the capital city.

In an inn called "Shangyuan Inn" which is specially designed to receive monks, monks from all walks of life gathered together, talking and laughing, making it very lively.

"Have you heard that the winner of this competition will have the chance to use the Sun Chaser Arrow?"

"Who doesn't know about this? These days, I see those who practice archery are so happy that they are going crazy!"

"I always thought that the Sun Chaser Arrow was just an ancient legend, but who would have thought that this legend would become reality! Tsk tsk."

"If you can just look at or touch this kind of sacred object, it would be a blessing in disguise!"

When the people at the table heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"But, have you noticed that the imperial court announced that the purpose of holding this archery competition is to select a 'user' for the ancient divine object, the Sun-Chasing Arrow, rather than its 'master'? Don't you think it's a bit strange?" Suddenly someone said quietly.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their eyes became thoughtful.

"It is indeed a bit strange... However, sacred objects are valuable, so it is understandable that the court is reluctant to give them up. Even if it is just the right to use it, it is a great honor for an archer!"

"But... I always feel that the purpose of the court suddenly holding such a conference... should not be just this simple, there must be a deeper meaning..."

"Come to think of it, I've always wondered, if I really win the first place in the competition and get the right to use the divine object, then who will use this divine object?"

Hearing this, everyone was suddenly shocked.

Yes! In ancient times, this artifact was used by several powerful evil gods, and its users also created a brilliant record of shooting down the "Nine Suns".

Now that this thing has reappeared, who will use it?

It can't be that it's just for archers to practice with, right?

Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the confusion in their companions' eyes.

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Near Gyeonggi Prefecture, there is a mountain called Seosan, where the court personally held various major events.

On that day, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, in just a few days, the Archery Competition would begin.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, there were huge crowds of people, and even the other peaks around were filled with spectators.

In the first three days, contestants could only use bows and arrows provided by the court to compete.

For each round of ten archers, there is a target made of special metal material specially arranged by the competition organizers three thousand feet above the sky.

This tests the archer's strength and accuracy.

If the power is too low, even if the arrow hits the target, it will miss the target and fall into the sky. And accuracy, needless to say, is the basic quality of an archer.

All those who hit the target will automatically advance to the next round of competition. But at the same time, everyone only has one chance.

"Wow! They make it so difficult right at the start...it's three thousand feet!" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

If you have poor eyesight, you can't even see where the target is. Fortunately, there are special mirror-shaped magic weapons on the field for monitoring, so the archer's results can be seen at a glance.

"And there's only one chance...if your hands shake, you'll be eliminated." Someone shook his head.

As the game began, all that could be heard was sharp whistling sounds, and arrows flew towards their targets.

But after one round, only one in ten people hit the target, which immediately caused boos.

"Damn it! What on earth is this target made of? It's too hard. It was just a little bit off!" An archer regretted it deeply.

"Why are we only given one chance? The competition system is too harsh!" An archer complained in a low voice.

But no matter what, there is always someone who stands out among the thousands of archers, and when he hits the target, it immediately causes a thunderous cheer.

"Yudu Mountain disciple, Qin Lingshan."

When her name was called, Qin Lingshan walked steadily onto the stage.

He was seen concentrating and gazing into the distance. After a moment, as the arrow whizzed away like a flying dragon, a crisp "ding" sound was heard in the distant sky.

The arrow actually penetrated the target firmly, leaving only a hole in the center of the target.

"Okay! Hahaha!"

The disciples of Yudu Mountain couldn't help but cheer loudly, with bright lights in their eyes.

Even the others were dumbfounded and amazed when they saw the emptiness in the target's heart.

"This girl... has so much strength!"

"Hey, isn't this the female cultivator with spiritual eyes from Yudu Mountain during the Xisha Kingdom incident?"

"It's really her! A good teacher produces a good student!"

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As time passed, three days later, out of thousands of contestants, only less than a hundred archers entered the next round.

"This second round is called the Heart Refining Stage. Archers, no matter when or where, should keep their minds calm and focused, and not be disturbed by external things."

After saying this, the host pointed to the ten mirrors used to monitor the results in the previous round and said, "There are indescribable things in these ten mirrors. Each participant must enter one of them. If they can successfully shoot and kill the things in the mirrors within one stick of incense, they will be considered the winner and successfully advance to the next round."

Hearing this, all the archers on the field stared at the ten mirrors, as if they were trying to stare a flower out of them.

"Participants whose names are called please stay here, and the rest of you please wait outside."

Now, the archer, who had originally wanted to take the opportunity to observe what the others would encounter in the mirror and then have an idea of ​​what was going on, couldn't help but secretly curse his bad luck.

Then he was reluctantly asked to leave by the organizers.

In the end, only ten contestants from the first round were left on the field, and they were still using the bows and arrows provided by the organizers, and they only had one arrow.

Following the order, everyone stepped in with trepidation.

A moment later, a large barrier suddenly rose up on the field, allowing the audience to clearly see everything that happened in the field, but the people in the field could not see the audience, in order to prevent the contestants behind from getting any "instructions" from their own "relatives and friends".

After a moment, ripples resounded in all the mirrors, and pictures suddenly appeared in the mirrors.

When everyone saw clearly the so-called "indescribable" thing in the mirror, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It's a monster!"

The demon in the magic mirror was made up of a mass of black gas, but its length and size covered the sky and the sun, and was as vast as the stars.

A pair of blood-red eyes just glanced casually, and even the audience outside the mirror felt a chill down their spines and were startled, as if they were really being stared at.

From this, we can see what kind of psychological pressure the archers are facing.

If you look closely at the demon made of black air, you can faintly find that there is a ball of light above its heart that flashes by when it moves, as if it is an intentional reminder from the organizers.

Even so, it is not an easy task to successfully hit the demon's weak spot under the huge pressure brought by it and its constant movement.

Didn’t you see that among the ten archers, many of them were frightened by the demonic aura in the mirror and their faces turned pale, and their hands holding the bows were trembling slightly.

Although my mind kept telling me that this was fake, an illusion, its intimidating and oppressive power, which was as real as reality, still made me feel dizzy and breathless.

In the distant Snowy Mountains, several powerful men who were watching this scene through their magic weapons smiled at each other, hiding their achievements and fame.