Bang, bang, bang.

A blow that penetrated the heart of the target was shot out from the arrow branch of the string.

Each hit fell, accompanied by the wonderful string sounds emerging from the "Lei" in the seventh section of the shooting method.

The trembling strings of air rippling into the eardrum, and the brain accelerated with the pleasant sound, and the blood boiled with the magical sound of the target.

The repeated hits on the target made the atmosphere in the venue more noisy and lively.

Guan Jing Yingyi rigorously raised his bow, and carefully carved every thread of force that led to the point.

The more the bow was pulled open, the four-inch bamboo bow stretched out vividly under his meeting.

He kept telling himself in his heart the breathing method that Ogasawara Fanshi taught.

——The left hand holding the bow is flush with the eyes, and the left arm is straightened out. Inhale and gently send the air down. After slowly expanding the abdominal cavity, exhale slowly and evenly.

This cycle continues.

The arrow-broken vines of the bow half cover the target on the soil.

The right attitude and a steady mentality are achieved, achieving the so-called "must hit the right shot".

With a "kick", the arrow left the string, and the arrow branches lived up to the target, and penetrated directly into the Antuo behind.

Then he let out a sigh of relief amid the cheers from the audience, took off the arrow of the ring finger and little finger of his right hand, put it on the bowstring, and faced the dojo again to the green temple, ready to have the next arrow.

Yuzhi High School is also as strong as ever.

It seems that they learned from the previous round that they accelerated their shooting speed - the rhythm and speed of a team must be in the hands of their own people.

The wind blew across the faces of the five people in turn.

The string sounds were played one after another, and the sound of their storm hitting the target riding on the wind, driving the audience's heart to beat.

Shimogawa Binlangwu's left foot took a step forward towards the shooting range. While stabilizing his mentality, he also arched his left hand and arched his bow while arching.

The martial arts system emphasizes strength, and a powerful and rapid arrow can bring extremely high accuracy.

I have already skilled in preparing the bow, raising, leading points, and pulling them away.

The tight bowstring developed a dull and violent buzzing sound as the stilts were released. The string sound could not be called beautiful, but the sound of the arrow that penetrated the air and hit the target was scattered.

Shimogawa Binlang suddenly tightened his heart and lungs, and his narrow eyes became shaking.

After hitting the target, the people in the Yuzhi Gongdao tribe were not very happy.

——Arrow branches penetrate into the soil from the outside of the target.

Arrows shot from the target frame are not counted, so there is a big "X" added to Yuzhi High School's scoring board.

Yuzhi was actually a little behind.

The audience who have always supported this powerful university can't help but sigh.

Why is this happening?

Putting down his bow and facing the result, Shimogawa Binro couldn't help but look sideways at Uesugi Osa who returned to his seat.

His A and B arrows were both hit, and the flying arrows with green feathers mixed with sweat marks on his cheeks were dazzling than anyone else in the venue.

Although he tried his best not to catch a glimpse of him, his heart and lungs could not help but pull up when his beautiful strings and crisp sounds came into the eardrum.

He remembered that he mocked him for participating in the competition with only two months of experience in bowing and road, and his squinting eyes trembled unconsciously.

After two months, he would not believe that he was the so-called two-month archer.

How could the so-called novice-shaped body shape that never left the target, which was amazing to the audience be something that the so-called novice can show?

Although he is a famous guida genius Sugita Shuhei, he has gained his current strength and status since childhood and has been instructive and diligent.

Like Feng Yeti, he is such a genius who is the best of his generation.

And I was obviously growing up in this atmosphere. Countless teachers and scholars boasted about his movements and hit rate, and he should have a bright future.

I am only in the first grade and should be an existence of the same strength as them in the future.

But why are you losing money now?

With hesitant steps to recover the shooting, he returned to the seat behind him and looked at Uesugi Sho who took out the second-hand arrow in the shooting field next door.

Is I much weaker than the people I once thought of?

Bow - The most annoying emotion is to be persistent.

The second-ranked Yagi Reihito, who was arching, had already expected this result, and the "orthodox shooting" of the Gudao had already explained his mistakes.

However, as a teammate, he could only take over this mistake from his teammate and use his best condition to make up for the losses caused by this arrow.

There was a short moment of silence in the audience.

"It seems that there is indeed a problem inside Yuzhi." Asaka Ogata said, "It can be seen that they accelerated their shooting speed to get rid of the rhythm control led by Uesugi and Sugita, but things went against their wishes. This seemed to aggravate the anxiety of their big front-level shooters."

Chitosei Mai glanced at him, "I always feel that squinting guy is weird, um... a weird thing that can't be said. I don't seem to have good intentions when I suddenly came out last time."

The competition was held enthusiastically, and the crowds of people were clamoring for discussion.

But Sui Shenyue's bow suddenly left the target, and the atmosphere suddenly changed and became silent. People's attention was focused on the person who was off the target.

Masato Hirata, who was in the forefront, felt the pressure of his sight, lowered his bow, and tightly clamped the second-hand arrow that had not yet been arched with his right hand.

The Adam's apple rolled, subconsciously trying to say sorry.

Kama...!

The sound of Sugida Shuhei was also steady and slow-tuning as before, like a symphony orchestra's copper tube group, with the gentleness and affection of the weak music.

There is no exchange between words between the two, just a string sound, which can convey what he wants to say.

At the same time, Feng Yeti, who had landed in Yuzhi, also shot an arrow like a spring breeze.

The string sounds leaped through the blue and hot sky, bringing the hearts of the audience to inspire.

The end of the two teams of arrows falling into positions symbolizes the prelude to the last arrow.

Now the two teams have a uniform number of targets, and anyone knows the arrow that decides the outcome and is controlled by everyone.

A mistake must not appear in your own hands.

Every arrow must be done with all your strength, careful... patiently... carefully demonstrate every shooting method and rhythm.

In this situation, Kawabinlang had to be cautious, and his jealousy towards the guy who lied that he had only two months of experience could only tighten his heart.

Be sure to... draw the bow carefully.

Thinking of this, he used the most standard "two-foot-step-opening" in the martial arts system, and then started the continuous action with the most stable front when preparing the bow.

To shoot this seriously and persistently, you must hit an arrow.

This arrow must not be off the target in your own hands!

A shout at myself in my heart.

——Bow, hates excessive persistence, and sometimes over-focused emotions, and are more likely to be hit by the person you are paying attention to.

Shimogawa Binro's induction has not yet formed a meeting.

On the other side, Uesugi's green arrow feather suddenly crossed his sight. Its speed was faster than the stunning arrow he had at the beginning.

The arrows broke through the invisible breeze, and the strong whistling sound came straight into my heart.

While everyone was even focusing on his slow pulling of the bow, the spiraling arrow suddenly appeared.

Bang!

The arrow rotates and slides open the target surface, forming a hole in an instant, and it sinks directly into the target point at its most axial center.

The powerful force that exploded instantly made the arrow feathers sink halfway into half.

It's him again!?

Shimogawa Binro's pupils in front of him continued to zoom, and the cheers that drown his thoughts rose upwards and vertically like a tide.

I had no time to care about the unformed scene in my hands, and the glittering shadows of the green arrow feathers passing through my eyes.

I... was defeated by the guy I looked down upon...?

The answer to him was the wooden clicking sound of "X" being pushed out from the referee's seat.

The arrows that followed the rhythm of Uesugi Osamu were not at all confused, and the continuous sound was loud, as smooth as the gods were merciful and helpful.

The loud target sound kept hitting the players of the Yuzhi Bowdo Department whose rhythm slowed down due to the mistakes in the front position.

Every time I hit the target, it was a dull tone that urged them.

Consultant Ikemoto in the auditorium had no intention of watching again.

Faced with the crowd who lost their rhythm and style, Feng Yeti, who was in the position, had no chance of saving even if he was outstanding.

He thought that he could place the strong character Shimogawa Binro in the front position and lead his teammates with a tough attitude of shooting.

Feng Yeti, who has absolute strength, finished the finale again, outlining and highlighting the team's momentum while suppressing the opponent's front position, making his rhythm slow down.

At the same time, the audience applauses to create psychological pressure on the opponent, and then lose their own rhythm.
To be continued...