Dragon Returns to the Sea

With bows in hand and quivers at their waists, the two men walked several hundred meters away from the group. The boundless desert and Gobi offered no cover, and everyone else could see them clearly.

For the sake of fairness, Jiang Hao also removed his armor.

The two stood two hundred meters apart, their eyes fixed solemnly on each other. This was a battle to the death.

With bows in hand, they slowly moved forward.

Ancient bows could easily shoot around two hundred meters. Of course, that referred to arcing shots. Jiang Hao and Wei Kun's archery duel began at two hundred meters, with both sides gradually closing the distance to see who could hit the other first.

One should not underestimate the lethality of ancient bows. Master archers could accurately hit targets at around one hundred and fifty meters, and within one hundred meters, many archers could pierce a willow leaf at a hundred paces.

Jiang Hao moved forward, while Wei Kun circled to the left. He wanted to take the upwind position; shooting with the wind naturally gave him an advantage.

Whoosh!

As the two slowly shifted closer, Wei Kun seized the opportunity, drew his bow, and fired an arrow fiercely toward Jiang Hao.

Wei Kun's shot was extremely accurate, flying straight toward Jiang Hao's body. Jiang Hao stared at the incoming arrow, then suddenly darted aside. The feathered arrow whooshed past him, flew another dozen meters, and buried itself viciously in the sandy ground.

"Good!"

Jiang Hao's men immediately erupted in cheers, cheering on their company commander.

Wei Kun felt a surge of frustration. Damn it, Jiang Hao had dodged it. That had been an arrow he had prepared for a long time, one that had contained every ounce of his focus and spirit.

Wei Kun drew