Super Archer

After waiting a few more minutes, the five people had already shot three rounds of arrows and finally felt tired.

Four of them stepped down from their positions and sat on chairs to rest.

The staff member guarding the training ground saw this and brought out prepared drinks. The four people and the newcomer all received one, but Lan Mu did not.

"Tsk..."

Lan Mu was about to say something but suddenly stopped.

Even though he hadn't asked, the staff member specifically reminded him, "I'm sorry, because you are not a member, there are no special drinks. Please forgive me."

Damn it! I knew it! I didn't ask, but you still had to say it. It's obvious you want me to become a member! I won't!

Lan Mu pretended not to hear, but he was extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this, the newcomer smiled slightly, pushed his drink towards Lan Mu, and then said, "Please get me another one."

The staff member was stunned and had to prepare another one, as this person was a high-level VIP with unlimited drinks and snacks.

Lan Mu glanced at him from under his sunglasses. This person was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing designer casual wear. Judging by his demeanor, he was either a well-bred rich second generation, or a high-earning white-collar worker like a lawyer or a professional manager.

"Thank you, but I don't need it." After speaking, Lan Mu picked up the recurve bow Shark he had chosen earlier and walked directly to the shooting platform.

"Haha." The young man chuckled, followed him, and stood beside Lan Mu. He took out his own bow and said, "This is a special drink from the Forest Club. Not only is it delicious, but it can also quickly restore stamina, and it's exclusively for members. Practicing archery consumes a lot of energy, so this drink is very practical."

Lan Mu also smiled, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow in one smooth motion, shooting instantly. A "whoosh" sound was heard as it hit the bullseye of the high target fifty meters away.

He found that this bow was really good. With his Elf talent, he found the feel of it in an instant.

Then Lan Mu said, "Holding the bow for so long without shooting, dawdling like that naturally consumes energy."

The young man was stunned, applauded, and laughed, "So you're the practical type..."

"Practical type?" Lan Mu was taken aback.

The young man explained, "Because competitions are divided into exhibition matches and competitive matches, most members who come here learn exhibition archery, which focuses on perfecting the archery posture to the extreme, emphasizing aesthetics and breath. These friends of mine are all here to practice endurance. It's easy to hit the bullseye on a fixed target at close range with a compound bow, so no one in the small training ground pursues points or anything, after all, as long as they concentrate, it's easy to get a high score."

"So that's how it is, they're practicing endurance!" Lan Mu understood, realizing he had misunderstood.

Then he asked, "What about competitive matches?"

"Competitive matches are much stricter, with time limits for shooting. Each arrow cannot exceed twenty seconds. Also, the distances are fifty meters and seventy meters. I have a friend who is a professional player at the club, and he competes in the seventy-meter ranking matches. These players focus on accuracy. They shoot at very distant targets, so the twenty-second limit makes aiming very difficult. Plus, you have to factor in outdoor wind direction, so to shoot accurately, you need a lot of practice."

After listening to the explanation, Lan Mu was dumbfounded. Was seventy meters far?

He estimated in his mind. The fifty-meter fixed target was suspended high on the ceiling, and it was about sixty meters away from him. He had hit the bullseye in one go just now, and it didn't feel particularly difficult.

"By the way, you said practical type, isn't that a competition type?"

The young man said, "After all, bows and arrows were originally created for hunting and warfare. The so-called practical type naturally pursues practicality, not for performing for others, nor for scoring, but for results, for lethality. So, speed, accuracy, and power are the goals of the practical type."

"The club doesn't have formal competitions in this regard, but outdoor hunting activities do attract a large number of practical type participants. The usual practice method for practical type players is shooting at moving targets, balloons, frisbees, and the like."

Lan Mu nodded. He understood. Most people practiced various shooting techniques and postures, focusing on elegance.

Competitive players practiced accuracy, shooting at fifty and seventy meters.

Practical types were for hunting. They didn't necessarily need standard or beautiful postures, but they had to be fast, accurate, and powerful. They didn't play with fixed targets at all.

"That's right, I am the practical type!"

After speaking, Lan Mu drew another arrow, pulled it to full draw, and shot it, hitting the bullseye again.

Others watching Lan Mu hit the fifty-meter bullseye again applauded.

The first time could be attributed to luck or extraordinary performance, but hitting the bullseye twice in a row was skill.

The young man also said, "Amazing! You could completely participate in the fifty-meter elimination round now."

Lan Mu smiled, "It's not over yet."

Saying that, his hands didn't stop. He took out another arrow and shot it extremely quickly, still hitting the bullseye! Also at fifty meters.

The young man was stunned and said nothing.

Everyone watched Lan Mu. His hands didn't stop, and he shot arrow after arrow, each one a 10-point shot.

And he was getting faster and faster. At first, it took him quite some time to draw an arrow, but by the fifth arrow, he was already very familiar with the quiver.

From drawing the arrow to nocking it, then drawing to full draw, aiming, and shooting, and finally the arrow hitting the bullseye, this entire sequence took only two seconds!

Those who were slowly drinking their beverages and resting all stood up to watch him. The person at position one, who was still slowly brewing his breath, also put down his bow and stared at him.

The young man was right beside him, watching his right hand move rapidly, even increasing in speed!

"So fast! Too fast!"

"Yeah! No rest at all, each arrow is faster than the last!"

"Could this be the legendary Explosive Consecutive Arrows?"

"Of course not. Explosive Consecutive Arrows is when the next arrow is shot while the previous one is still in the air."

"Oh, but he's almost there too!"

"Yeah! Fast and accurate! A fifty-meter high target! Is this person a top player at the club?"

"No, the attendant didn't even give him a drink just now. He's not even a member!"

Everyone else stopped playing and just watched him. This person didn't just shoot arrows with a professional stance; he became more and more relaxed.

At first, Lan Mu only shot while moving slightly, and later he was just walking around while shooting!

Diagonal shots! Sideways moving shots! He even shot while moving backward!

Lan Mu walked right up to the resting chairs, then forcefully retreated three meters, creating a three-meter handicap for himself.

He didn't just shoot his own targets; he shot other people's targets too, completely disregarding the rules.

However, as expected, he hit the fifty-meter targets every single time!

For Lan Mu, fifty meters was still somewhat interesting. Anything closer was child's play, not even worth the desire to aim.

Several show-style members felt ashamed. In front of this practical, combat-style player, his rapid-fire shots, almost like consecutive arrows, possessed a unique aesthetic. The smooth drawing and nocking of the bow was far more visually appealing than their own deliberate stances and slow shots.

But soon, this fluid shooting stopped because Lan Mu ran out of arrows.

The young man was the first to applaud, his eyes shining as he stared at Lan Mu.

Twenty arrows, shot in half a minute, all hitting the bullseye.

He had never seen anyone in the entire club achieve this level of skill; he could be called a master archer.

"Another quiver!" Lan Mu said, still wanting more. He had shot all the arrows in one quiver and was forced to stop, feeling like he hadn't had enough fun.

The young man and the show-style archers crowded around to give him their quivers.

Lan Mu attached quivers to his waist and back, took a deep breath, and began his super-speed barrage again!

This time, his speed was constant, maintaining one arrow every two seconds, while continuously changing his target direction.

Each arrow struck the shaft of a previously shot arrow, breaking them.

This display left the onlookers dumbfounded. Even the staff were stunned. Forgetting the arrows that were being shot and broken, they all stared with shining eyes at Lan Mu's incredible performance.

And so, a group of people stood beside him, holding quivers and feeding him arrows.

As Lan Mu rapidly shot the arrow shafts, the sound of "Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" could be heard.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack..."

A series of arrow shafts breaking at a constant rhythm echoed, each sound representing Lan Mu breaking an arrow.

After breaking all the arrows on the targets, Lan Mu started experimenting with new tricks.

He became more and more engaged, with hundreds of arrows available for him to play with. He could test various archery techniques he had only imagined.

"Let's try, Natural Power!"

Suddenly, an arrow shot from Lan Mu's hand. From the moment it left the bow, it felt different from the others.

It was as if this arrow pierced through air resistance, its speed surpassing Lan Mu's previous shots.

Before the first arrow even reached the target, the second arrow caught up and struck its tail.

With a "Bang!" sound, the first arrow exploded.

The second arrow pierced through the wood splinters and hit the bullseye dead center.

It buried itself more than a foot into the bullseye, clearly piercing through the target!

"Hiss!"

The onlookers stared at Lan Mu as if watching a legend. This was a full-blown consecutive arrow technique!

And it was one arrow catching up to another, and exploding it... an explosive consecutive arrow!

Was this really archery?

These members had been shooting arrows for so long, yet they had never seen such a monstrous archer!

The young man was even more shocked. He was already a high-level VIP and had participated in many outdoor activities with the club's professional players.

He had seen real combat archers; they were indeed formidable, but when shooting moving targets or hunting prey, they weren't this monstrous!

He had seen speed! But the accuracy was lacking, and they weren't as fast as Lan Mu, with one arrow catching up to another. How did he achieve this while drawing the bowstring to the fullest?

He had also seen precision! But the speed was lacking; they usually needed time to aim and had to consider factors like wind direction.

But they couldn't be as accurate as Lan Mu. And Lan Mu had been shooting while moving earlier, which was much harder than shooting a moving target. After all, when moving, one also had to account for the effects of arm tremors and body sway.

"Super Archer! If this person goes to the Olympics, he'll definitely sweep all the gold medals!"

The young man's mind couldn't calm down. He hadn't expected to encounter such a divine figure at this small training ground while idly passing the time.

Seeing this, Lan Mu knew he had caused a stir. He had accidentally displayed legendary archery skills.

"No, I have to leave quickly!"

While they were still in shock, Lan Mu quickly grabbed his bow and ran out of the training ground to the front desk.

"Sir, are you finished practicing? How did it feel?"

The front desk wasn't busy, and the clerk was playing on her phone. Seeing Lan Mu come out, she quickly put away her phone and said.

Lan Mu directly took out his bank card and said, "I'll buy it. The set, and I also need three quivers, for a total of sixty arrows."

"Uh! Okay!" The clerk happily prepared the Shark set for him.

However, by this time the young man had already reacted and rushed out of the training ground to chase after her, followed by five others.

"Beautiful lady, can we get acquainted?"

"My name is Du Yu. You're too amazing, can we be friends?"

The young man was full of enthusiasm, completely failing to notice Lan Mu's gloomy expression or the shop assistants' strange looks.

He continued on his own.

"Here's my mobile number, 133..."