Chapter 658: Who Is the Master Archer

Zhebie!

The master archer Zhebie!

This man, not to mention in the Grassland, even within the Longyan Dynasty, possesses immense fame, hailed as having archery skills that no one under heaven can surpass.

He is the personal bodyguard of Tiemu Cheng, and once, with his own strength, shot an arrow from eight hundred meters away to take the head of an enemy general, turning around a war that was on the verge of collapse.

Since then, the title of master archer has resounded throughout this Longyan.

He has also become the person most trusted by Tiemu Cheng, and is likewise a great general of the Grassland Royal Court.

He...

has actually appeared in person!

Everyone could not help but gasp, dumbfounded.

It is evident that Tiemu Cheng still places great importance on this Dragon Cloud Games!

Zhebie gave a cold smile, picked up the bow and arrow, and revealed a look of contempt in his eyes. People of the Grassland have had an extraordinary passion and obsession for bows and arrows since childhood.

He can easily draw a bow of several hundred catties, let alone this competition bow?

He nocked the string with ease.

He drew the bow to full capacity with ease.

Under the silent gaze of everyone.

That arrow flew out like a cannonball. The eyes of everyone watching the scene followed the flight of the arrow.

Finally.

That arrow hit the bullseye, steady and true.

Silence.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Ten rings!

The first ten-ring shot has appeared!

Zhebie smiled slightly and put down the bow and arrow, as if all of this were a matter of course.

"Good!"

"Amazing!"

"Dominating!"

"Master archer, master archer!"

The entire crowd cheered incessantly.

They finally began to understand the charm of sports competition: there is never a best, only better! There is never a strongest, only stronger!

"Zhebie!"

"Zhebie!"

The whole venue could not help but cheer.

The strong are the strong; wherever they are, they will receive respect. Naturally, they would not be stingy with their cheers and applause.

The strongest!

For now, he is the strongest!

Then, who is stronger?

That depends on whether he can remain this strong! Twenty arrows—if every arrow is a ten-ring, then he is the stronger one!

This.

Is the charm of sports competition!

Because the cheering was too enthusiastic, the proceedings at the venue stalled for a while; it was not until the referee asked everyone to quiet down that people realized... right, there is still the last contestant!

And so.

People's eyes began to look toward that person, followed by another roar of laughter.

The blind man!

The clown is about to take the stage!

"Get down!"

"Why not just admit defeat?"

"Hahahaha, don't embarrass yourself!"

"Get off the stage!"

The booing continued, and the jeering did not stop.

The other contestants also shook their heads one after another.

It is estimated that this blind man, like that Li Zheng, will end up with no score, right?

The blind man, however, was very calm.

He slowly walked to the table, slowly used his hand to pick up the bow, and then carefully weighed it, seemingly calculating the weight of the bow and the force required to draw it.

Afterwards, he slowly picked up an arrow.

All of this.

Was done by feeling his way.

But.

He did it very earnestly.

Finally, when people noticed his earnestness, those jeers actually began to fade away.

Yes.

No one is qualified to mock a person who is earnest.

Even if he is a blind man.

The people of Jinghua, though they look down on everyone, are also the group with the highest quality in Longyan. The earnestness and piety on the blind man's face suddenly made them feel a sense of awe.

This is a veteran!

One could tell just by looking at the way he touched the bow and arrow. After the initial unfamiliarity, the bow and arrow in his hands quickly became like his own child, so intimate and skillful. Because he was disabled, there was an official at Zhang Sheng's side; the two whispered to each other, and Zhang Sheng was determining his position and the position of the target bit by bit.

Zhebie's eyes also lit up.

This is not just a veteran, but a master!

The look of disdain on his face also vanished in an instant.

Zhang Sheng.

Was once a member of the Yinzhou Army.

An Archer; when his rank was at its highest, he was a Centurion.

He could also be considered to have entered the ranks of officers.

With a wife and children, his family was complete.

That year, when the Young Master went on an expedition to the Western Regions to fight against the Ghost Army, Zhang Sheng lost these eyes.

At that time.

He thought he was a dead man.

An Archer Centurion who had lost his eyes—who would still care whether he lived or died?

Yet, he was still carried out by his comrades-in-arms.

He healed and survived.

Once again, he felt he was about to be abandoned.

The Young Master said to let him go teach the new recruits.

His benefits and treatment remained at the Centurion level.

At the time, many people were shocked and tried bitterly to dissuade him.

A blind man, teaching what kind of new recruits?

But Zhang Sheng went anyway.

What was surprising was that the new recruits Zhang Sheng taught were all outstanding.

Because.

He had lost his eyes, but he still had his ears.

Or rather, it was because he lost his eyes that his ears became even more sensitive.

Having had his passion for life reignited by the Young Master, he relied on his own comprehension to develop a "theory on how wind speed, temperature, and humidity affect the flight of an arrow," for which the Young Master awarded him a medal representing the medium-level honor of the Liangzhou Army! This theory also began to be promoted within the army and achieved miraculous results.

Yes.

If he were not blind.

This theory would never have appeared.

No one with eyes would ever consider things like wind speed, temperature, or humidity.

This was Heaven's reward to him.

The entire venue.

Remained very quiet.

Just at this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "The wind has picked up!"

The commotion started again.

The moment one fears most in Archery is when the wind picks up!

Just a moment ago, the sky was clear for ten thousand miles without a trace of wind. At this moment, a breeze had already begun to stir. Even this little bit of wind was enough to affect the hit rate of the arrow!

Zhebie also frowned.

What is this blind man thinking?

The wind has already picked up, and instead of waiting, he is still nocking his arrow according to his own rhythm?

"You can't!"

"Blind man!"

"There is wind!"

The spectators finally could not help themselves and spoke up to warn him.

The blind man shook his head slightly, signaling for the others to be quiet.

He needed his ears.

The bow was raised level by him.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Is he really going to shoot in the wind?

Zhebie also wore a grave expression.

Although the Archery event of these Longyun Games is only one hundred meters, at this distance, the wind will also affect the hit rate...

He is crazy.

Either he is crazy.

Or he really is a master!

Xie Fang was also stunned at this moment.

"That's not right!"

"How come he doesn't have diarrhea!"

"Your Highness, keep your voice down, keep your voice down..."

Liang Zheng rolled his eyes.

Xie Fang was furious: "Didn't we poison them? Hmm, how come they don't have diarrhea!"

Wasn't a laxative given to them!

Li Zheng had diarrhea, so why didn't this blind man? That was something Xie Fang had meticulously prepared to deal with Liu Zheng!

Only with double insurance could he feel at ease!

He would not allow any accidents to occur!

"This..."

Liang Zheng indicated that he did not know either.

"Damn it!"

Xie Fang's expression changed.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, looking at it like this, they definitely won't win either..."

Liang Zheng had not finished speaking.

Bang!

Over there, an arrow flew out.

At this moment.

The wind had not yet stopped.

The whole crowd gasped.

That arrow, which had solidly hit the bullseye, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Ten rings.