Chapter 660: Leaving a Name in History

Two arrows, simultaneously from two sides, pierced through the previous arrow!

Three arrows.

They were stuck together in a strange, yet regular state!

Very steady.

Very accurate.

Very ruthless.

"Ahhhhh!"

"My god!"

"Heavens!"

"Is he blind?"

"A master archer!"

"A master archer!"

The next moment, the entire venue exploded with incessant exclamations.

Any other language, at this moment, was already pale and weak.

Any praise, for a miracle such as this, was clearly insufficient!

He was simply strong!

Simply strong!

This was absolutely not a fluke. This blind man, with his actions and results, had proven himself.

That's right.

These two arrows perfectly matched the next subject Zhang Sheng had recently been preparing.

"Orbital Ballistics"!

Zhebie also took a deep breath, his face full of horror.

Heavens.

If the Liangzhou Army was full of people like this, then what was the point of playing, what was the point of fighting a war!

The applause and cheers could not stop at all.

Who said Liu Zheng had conceded?

Who said Prefect Liu had betrayed the country?

This was a genius, this was a prodigy! This was a god-like man!

Shocking.

This first Longyun Games was so shocking, and it was getting better and better to watch.

Starting from the third round, the arrows on the bullseye began to be pulled out. Because if they kept playing like this, the space on the target would definitely not be enough. After all, it was the first time, and the rules were always maturing slowly.

Third round.

"Begin!"

"Pfft..."

Li Zheng couldn't hold it in again.

This time, he was truly crying. He blamed himself for using too much force!

No score...

Six rings.

Seven rings.

Eight rings.

Six rings.

Eight rings.

Nine rings!

Ten rings!

Ten rings!

Fourth round.

This time, Li Zheng learned his lesson... he didn't dare use too much force. So he only shot a score of five rings once. Even so, the people on the Li Dynasty side were still as happy and excited as if they had won the championship.

At least there was a score, right?

Fifth round.

Sixth round.

Seventh round...

Zhebie was as stable as ever.

The blind man was as indifferent as ever.

Eighteenth round.

Nineteenth round...

Twentieth round.

The deciding round.

Zhebie and the blind man Zhang Sheng were both still hitting ten rings!

The Longyan people had already begun to pray.

For the last round, let there be some wind...

In that case, perhaps the blind man could achieve the final victory!

However, the weather was still quite stable.

There was no wind, and no rain.

In the final round, both of them hit ten rings again.

The entire arena was in an uproar.

What should be done about this?

A tie-breaker?

"Tie-breaker!"

"One more tie-breaker!"

The whole crowd was shouting like this.

After the judges consulted, they decided on a tie-breaker.

However, after three tie-breaker rounds, it was still a draw!

All ten rings!

What could be done? It was nearly noon, and people had to eat, right?

Zhebie finally laughed out loud, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and at this moment displayed the boldness and magnanimity of a man from the Grassland, cupping his hands toward Zhang Sheng: "Why continue the competition? Zhebie is a normal person, yet I have been beaten to a pulp by this gentleman; Zhebie has lost!"

He conceded voluntarily!

Zhang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and returned the salute.

"Good!"

"Magnanimous!"

In fact, in the hearts of the people, Zhang Sheng had already won. Because he was a blind man, he was a disabled person. Could a disabled person, who could "bully" the world-renowned master archer Zhebie to this extent, not be considered a winner?

Therefore.

This man, Zhebie, could afford to win and could afford to lose.

He knew that if he continued the tie-breakers, his reputation might be affected.

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

"Gold Medal!"

"Gold Medal!"

Just like that.

In a situation no one had expected, a blind man had actually won the championship in the Archery event! The Longyan people were practically going crazy!

The atmosphere at the scene was like the New Year.

Although Zhebie was unwilling, he could only accept the outcome of the Silver Medal.

Amidst endless cheers, an award ceremony appeared in Longyan for the first time.

The atmosphere was set.

The strength of a great power!

The symbol of a great power!

When that golden medal was hung around Zhang Sheng's neck, the over one hundred thousand people at the scene erupted simultaneously.

"Very good."

Tiemu Cheng smiled and patted Zhebie on the shoulder.

Zhebie also wore a bitter smile.

Missing the Gold Medal this time truly made him realize that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. The vast Longyan was indeed full of hidden talents. Tiemu Cheng and Mizuno Masashige, were they not the same? Especially those small nations that were "just here to participate," they were now also lingering in fear. During this Birthday Ceremony, they had provoked Longyan in various ways.

Now it seemed...

It wasn't that they couldn't afford to offend you!

It was that they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to you!

Cowardly!

They had to admit defeat!

The Longyan people successfully took the first Gold Medal of the Longyun Games, which also made Xie Tianyao laugh out loud with joy.

"Reward!"

Zhang Sheng was directly rewarded with the rank of Minor General!

The whole crowd was in an uproar.

This reward was unprecedented.

Excitement.

Honor.

Hormones.

For the first time in ancient times, it was staged and fermented in this way.

People began to look forward to the running race in the afternoon.

According to the procedure.

There was to be a one-hour break at noon for the athletes to adjust their state, eat, and drink water.

The news that Longyan had won the first Gold Medal also spread throughout all of Jinghua in an instant.

Once again, the gongs and drums were deafening.

Once again, the firecrackers were non-stop.

People began to praise Liu Zheng.

Praise the Liangzhou Army.

Praise the blind man Zhang Sheng.

That is correct.

The masses are forgetful.

The various insults and curses from before had basically disappeared.

Of course.

The group of firms and Chambers of Commerce brainwashed by Liu Zheng's "advertisements" naturally did not forget to seize the opportunity to promote their own brands during this grand event.

"The Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce hires the master archer Zhang Sheng as an honorary security consultant! Monthly salary of five gold!"

"The Jingchu Luo Family Firm hires the first Gold Medal winner of Longyan as an honorary vice-president, with a reward of one hundred gold!"

"Su Family Cloth Shop hires the first champion of Longyan... one hundred gold!"

It became lively.

Now it was truly lively.

Zhang Sheng gained both fame and fortune all at once.

No kidding.

This was, after all, the first champion and Gold Medal winner in the history of the Longyun Games!

This is something that can be recorded in the annals of history!

Those Chambers of Commerce that were slow to act beat their chests and stamped their feet one by one.

At the same time.

This also allowed those athletes to see hope.

Li Qingqing asked excitedly: "My god, if I get a Gold Medal, can I also become an official? Can I go and be a female general?"

Everyone laughed out loud.

"Of course you can!"

"Great, great, I want to go to the Liangzhou Army, I want to go to the Liangzhou Army! I want to be a follower of Prefect Liu!"

Li Qingqing was so excited.

Wang Liang's eyes were also flashing at the same time.

He was a child from a poor family.

Since he was small, he had thought about getting ahead in life.

Seeing Big Brother Zhang Sheng gain both fame and fortune, it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.

The old oil-selling man was also stunned for a moment. Then he smiled bitterly. He had sold oil his whole life; he never expected that, with half his body already in the grave, he would still have a chance to leave his name in history?

Excitement.

Happiness.

Being recognized.

And glory.

These few "athletes," who seemed quite eccentric to others, began to sharpen their knives.