20 Clouded Mind
"Are you finished yet?" Tang Yan said calmly glancing at Pan Yu seemingly unbothered.
"Haha... putting up a brave face are we. You really think your something don't you."
"640"
"Huh...What are you on about"
"I will shoot 640 points"
"Haha way to boast, who the hell do you think you are, can you even shoot 600 points." The taunting look on Pan Yu's face became even stronger.
Tang Yan shrugged, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he said with a small smirk: "You wanted to see my abilities right, then I'll show you."
"Haha....you!" Pan Yu also let out a small smirk before quickly hiding it. He said in a instigating tone:
"Do you dare make a bet with me. If you can shoot 640 points, actually no if you can shoot 630 points, I will call you master and I will obey your orders but if you lose..."
"You have to quit the archery team? Do you dare?" His voice was full of malice.
Tang Yan's level was known to him. During training he had achieved scores of around 600-620 points. It was a decent score for a newbie but it was far from threatening to him. Which is why he had lowed the bet to 630 points in fear that Tang Yan wouldn't agree.
Tang Yan couldn't help but chuckle.
"What? Don't you dare?" Pan Yu said coldly.
"Don't you think these conditions are unfair?" Tang Yan looked at Pan Yu and asked.
"What do you want?"
"If I win, you leave the team." Tang Yan said unceremoniously.
"Fine!" said Pan Yu, gnashing his teeth.
As long as Tang Yan withdrew from the provincial team, he had absolute confidence that Tang Yan would never be able to participate in professional archery in this life.
At the bet between Pan Yu and Tang Yan, Song Feng didn't interfere. Instead seeing Tang Yan's attitude he showed an expression full of interest.
He wanted to know what gave Tang Yan, a newcomer, such confidence.
Although he had already asked Tang Yan to take charge of the newcomers training, it was because he had shown potential and it was also a way of encouraging the newcomers.
As for whether Tang Yan could actually shoot 630 points he was just as curious to find out as everyone else.
He had heard a lot of things about this kid from Li Lao and the rest but then again they had praised Li Cunde as well and look how that had turned out.
This was a good opportunity to see what this kid was actually made of.
This unexpected conflict had filled the hall with the smell of gunpowder.
And perhaps it was because of this invisible pressure but many of the newcomers shooting before Tang Yan faltered performing much worse than expected.
In the first two groups of rookies the best score was only 600 points, which was much lower than the provincial team requirements.
As the second group of archers came down, they couldn't help but shake their heads in frustration. With this kind of score, they knew going to the national trials was now impossible.
Song Feng also had a gloomy look, although he knew that these newcomers were shooting under pressure he couldn't help but be disappointed, archery was a sport that relied on psychological fortitude, you needed to be able to hold your nerve.
After the second group, was the last group which Tang Yan was in.
Tang Yan didn't look at the people around him. Instead he walked towards the target with the other newcomers.
He took up his bow and arrow.
He adjusted his stance with his right leg slightly bent forward, then took a deep breath in before slowly releasing it.
When everyone was ready, the referee gave instructions to begin.
The eyes of everyone in the training hall, including Song Fengs, were locked on Tang Yan.
In Tang Yan's eyes however there was only the archery target. During this period of training, whether it was adjusting his shooting angle for 70 meters or the continuity of his movements, he had made big improvements.
He nocked the arrow, drew back the bowstring and aimed.
Twang!
The moment he let go, the arrow flew out like a sharp blade piercing the void, it flew straight towards the target.
Boom!
Straight on the bullseye!
10 points!
Everyone sucked in a deep breath.
Pan Yu's face was incredible to behold.
Song Feng had a bright smile on his face.
"Bother Pan, this kid is just lucky, one 10 pointer doesn't mean anything." Sun Ji said seeing Pan Yu's face become ugly.
When he heard Sun Ji's words, Pan Yu began to calm down in realization.
Twang!
Yes, luck. That must be it, this kid just got lucky
Boom!
9 points
Tang Yan's second arrow shot was a 9 pointer.
Seeing it was a 9 pointer, Pan Yu and the older archers subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the first arrow was just good luck, now the second arrow was a 9 pointer, the following would probably be an 8 pointer then a 7 pointer.
"See Brother Pan, like I said this kid got lucky. He thought he could win by relying on luck. Actually..."
Boom!
Sun Ji's voice hadn't even fallen when, Tang Yan's third arrow had been shot, his words came to an abrupt end, and his face was filled with disbelief.
10 points!
It turned out to be a 10 pointer!
Pan Yu's face became ugly, three arrows and two were 10 pointers, he couldn't believe a rookie could do this.
"This kid has been hiding his skills." Dong Jie couldn't help but mutter under his breath, even he who had been training with him, had never seen Tang Yan shoot at such a level.
"Interesting." Song Fengs interest was piqued, he had a faint hunch that Tang Yan's performance today would certainly shock him.
Tang Yan took another deep breath, this was make or break time. It was time to reveal all he had and secure his place.
He took up another arrow.
Twang!
The arrow soared straight at the target.
Boom!
10 points!
Another 10 pointer!
"How....this is 70 meters..." Sun Ji's face was filled with disbelief.
This was no longer a matter of luck. But strength and skill.
Pan Yu's body trembled involuntarily, and his face was pale. He suddenly remembered the arrow that Tang Yan had shot that night. The angle and strength control was almost perfect. At that time, he should've known, but arrogance and anger had clouded his judgement making him overlook this.
