Missile Special Training

It was unbelievable to them that the nation's top practical archery shooter would challenge a reporter.

They didn't know the truth behind the bet, only that Fang Moqi had initiated the challenge.

"No way? Is there anyone whose archery skills can match Fang Moqi?"

"Yeah, and a reporter at that. I don't believe it!"

"It's probably going to be a one-sided match."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but Du Yu jumped up excitedly, looking at Lan Mu with anticipation.

Only Du Yu knew how incredible Lan Mu's archery was, making it feel unreal, like watching a movie.

Fang Moqi didn't care what others thought. He walked straight up to Lan Mu and smiled.

"Faster than me? Excellent. There's a special training ground behind us, how about we go there to compete?"

Lan Mu didn't know what a special training ground was, but he didn't care. He didn't care what they competed in.

"Whatever, we can compete however you want... I only have one condition."

"Oh?" Fang Moqi asked, "What condition? Just say it."

Lan Mu pointed at the crowd and said, "For our match, I don't want anyone else to see it. Let Du Yu be the referee."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Are you kidding me! We finally have a chance to see such an exciting match, and you don't want us to watch?"

"Yeah, I've admired Fang Moqi's archery for a long time."

Lan Mu's request stirred up the crowd. They were all drawn by Fang Moqi's reputation and wanted to witness his amazing archery skills.

Fang Moqi paused for a moment, then smiled. He realized Lan Mu might not know how to shoot at all, as there were no signs of long-term practice on his hands.

He probably doesn't want anyone to see because he's afraid of losing too badly, Fang Moqi thought to himself.

"Alright! I agree!"

Fang Moqi, considerate of Lan Mu's face, readily agreed.

"However, Du Yu isn't a professional referee. How about we find someone else? What about Wang Ling?"

Wang Ling was taken aback, then overjoyed. He often acted as a referee at the club. While his archery wasn't great, he was quite adept at officiating.

"I have no problem! I wonder..."

Wang Ling looked at Lan Mu, who pondered for a moment and said, "It's fine, but you have to promise not to spread it around."

Hearing this, Du Yu trembled with excitement. He knew Lan Mu was serious. He was a very low-key person, and if he said not to spread it around, he must be planning to unleash his Peerless Archery!

"Agree! Hurry and agree! Wang Ling, quickly say you won't spread it!" Du Yu didn't care at all about losing his referee position and shouted excitedly.

Wang Ling didn't understand why Du Yu was so agitated, but he wanted to see Fang Moqi's archery. He didn't care if others could see it or not and quickly agreed, "Okay! I promise! I absolutely won't tell anyone else."

"Damn it! Why!"

"I want to watch too! I can be a referee too!"

The others grumbled resentfully, but Wang Ling ignored them; he was happy as long as he got what he wanted.

Fang Moqi nodded and said to Wang Ling, "Old Wang, go prepare the area behind us. We'll shoot moving targets, starting with missiles."

After speaking, Fang Moqi put down the backpack on his shoulders, which had a very complex design.

He opened the backpack, spread it out on the ground, revealing its contents.

"Wow!"

The crowd gasped in amazement when they saw the true appearance of Fang Moqi's backpack.

Dozens of weapons were laid out in the opened backpack, ranging from miniature knives to large, powerful sinew bows.

These weapons were clearly homemade; some were made from bones, others showed obvious signs of manual grinding. Only one item was an industrial product: a pierced iron plate, resting quietly in the center of the pack.

Skinning knife, bone-cutting knife, bayonet, throwing knife, dagger, blowgun, longbow, flint...

Fang Moqi didn't take out anything else, only two sets of bows and arrows, one large and one small. The large one was over a meter long, made of animal sinew and bone, a powerful homemade bow.

The smaller one was less than two feet long, and even the accompanying arrows were thin and short.

"What about your equipment?"

Lan Mu patted his back and took out the recurve bow he had bought not long ago from his backpack.

The style clearly indicated it was purchased from the Forest Club's physical store, causing many to scoff.

Even Zheng Hui couldn't help but shake his head, "He's really an amateur! This bow is good for beginners, but even competitive archers don't use this kind of bow. What practical shooter uses a standard bow like this?"

Yu Xiao also chimed in, "Heh, perhaps he plans to use this bow to unleash that... pew pew pew?"

Lan Mu glanced at them but didn't respond, only saying to Fang Moqi, "This is my equipment. I'm ready."

Fang Moqi also looked at his bow in surprise. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that the bow was brand new, having been used for less than a week.

"You... alright, let's go."

The two walked out from behind the lounge and soon arrived at the so-called special training ground, which was actually a huge training room.

Everyone followed, but when the two entered the special training room, Wang Ling stopped everyone and said, "Don't make it difficult for me, Fang Moqi promised them."

After speaking, he was about to close the door.

Unexpectedly, Du Yu suddenly rushed forward, pushing it open a bit, and barged in.

Wang Ling grabbed him but heard him shout, "Brother Mu, I've seen your super archery, it shouldn't matter if I watch from the sidelines, right?"

Lan Mu looked at him speechlessly and nodded. Since Du Yu had already seen it, if he blocked him outside, who knew what this guy would do.

"Dong!"

Seeing others crowding in, Wang Ling hurriedly closed the door and immediately locked it.

Ignoring the complaints from outside, the four walked to the center of the training ground.

"Let's make it quick, I'll explain the missile game first."

Fang Moqi didn't waste time and started the introduction directly.

"In a moment, you and I will each hold a bow and arrow and stand on this platform. A machine will launch missiles from the right, at a speed of up to seventy-five meters per second. They will eventually fall into the recycling port on the left. Look..."

Fang Moqi nodded at Wang Ling, and Wang Ling operated the equipment in the corner of the training ground. Immediately, small balls, about the size of ping pong balls, shot out from small holes in the right wall, flying past a few meters in front of Lan Mu.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Various white blurs streaked by, and the missiles fell into the large recycling port on the left.

"We stand on the platform and shoot the passing missiles. The final score isn't calculated based on those that fall into the recycling port, but on the missiles that are shot down and land on the ground. Based on the color of the arrow that hits the missile, we can determine the winner."

"My arrows are all black, and yours are gray, so it's easy to distinguish. As long as there are more gray arrows on the missiles counted at the end, you win."

"This is a very common training for me, testing the shooter's eyesight, reaction time, and rapid shooting ability. I used to use it as a warm-up. Do you want to compete in this? If you don't like it, you can choose any other. There are over thirty types of special training methods here."

Lan Mu smiled and said, "What's your best score?"

Fang Moqi thought for a moment and said, "I remember it was sixty-four arrows in one minute."

Hearing this score, Du Yu interjected, "I know! Brother Mu, don't underestimate sixty-four arrows in a minute just because it's not as fast as yours. Brother Fang hit the missiles with sixty-four arrows!"

"At that time, the missile frequency was one hundred per minute, with twenty launch tubes firing simultaneously. After one minute, a total of two thousand missiles were launched. Two hundred and ten missiles fell to the ground afterward. Brother Fang shot sixty-four arrows, and each one hit at least three missiles, with several even hitting four or five!"

Lan Mu listened to Du Yu's words but didn't feel it was difficult. He imagined it and felt it was too simple.

"Forget it, let's compete in this, and make it quick."

Lan Mu drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and waited silently.

Fang Moqi smiled and shouted to Wang Ling, "Old Wang! Start! One minute! Frequency one hundred, twenty tubes!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As soon as the countdown finished, Du Yu and Wang Ling were stunned. Even though Du Yu had seen this scene before, he was still extremely excited.

Countless missiles shot out from the wall, leaving white trails in the air, accompanied by whooshing sounds.

Fang Moqi and Lan Mu's hands didn't stop from the beginning, each faster than the other!

Their methods of nocking arrows were completely different. Lan Mu normally drew an arrow from his quiver, nocked it quickly, drew the bow, and shot!

Fang Moqi, on the other hand, held three arrows at a time, placing them between different fingers.

When one arrow was shot, he only needed to flick his fingers skillfully, and the second arrow would slide along an arc centered on his finger and be placed on the bow.

The third arrow was the same. This special method of drawing arrows allowed him to shoot up to three arrows per second at his fastest.

However, he would slow down afterward because he needed to draw three more arrows.

"This... How is this possible?" Wang Ling watched, increasingly uneasy, because Fang Moqi, whom he considered the strongest, was slower than Lan Mu!

Lan Mu only used the most ordinary method of nocking arrows, completing the action one by one, but his speed was no slower than Fang Moqi's rapid firing of three arrows.

From the very beginning, Lan Mu's speed never decreased. Each arrow maintained the same high speed, his hands dancing between the quiver and the bow like a startled swan, leaving only afterimages.

Du Yu's eyes lit up. It was worth all the effort he had put in to finally witness this ultimate speed of archery again.

"Swish swish swish..."

A continuous stream of arrows was shot out, and missiles kept falling. Soon, the ground was covered with missiles, most of which were hit by multiple arrows at once.

One minute passed in a flash. When time was up, the missiles automatically stopped.

Lan Mu and Fang Moqi both put down their bows and arrows.

Having been highly focused, Fang Moqi hadn't paid attention to Lan Mu, only feeling that his speed was incredibly fast, but he didn't know how fast.

So, the first thing Fang Moqi did was look at Lan Mu's quiver.

"Five... five quivers... all empty?"

Fang Moqi and Lan Mu each had five quivers on their waists. To his surprise, after one minute, Lan Mu had shot all his arrows!

"No! Mine seems... huh?"

Fang Moqi suddenly realized his arrow count was wrong; he had used an extra quiver of arrows!

"Could it be..."

"Did you use one of my quivers just now?" Fang Moqi asked incredulously.

Lan Mu nodded and said, "Ah... yes."