Shocking the World

A quiver holds thirty arrows. Lan Mu not only used up all the arrows on his waist but also commandeered a quiver from Fang Moqi during the high-intensity rapid firing.

With a total of six quivers, Lan Mu shot out one hundred and eighty arrows in one minute.

To everyone present, this was the speed of a machine!

Perhaps at their absolute fastest, someone could shoot three arrows per second, or even five. But this was sustained for a full minute. Someone who could shoot five arrows per second might not be able to shoot one hundred and eighty in a minute! This wasn't just about speed; it also involved endurance, balance, and a series of other capabilities.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Moqi stared intently at Lan Mu's smooth, delicate hands, his worldview, forged by over a decade of roaming the wilderness, beginning to waver.

"He clearly hasn't practiced archery for a long time, so why is he so fast? This speed... it's inhuman!"

He didn't know that Lan Mu, standing beside him, was indeed not human.

Wang Ling and Du Yu rushed forward immediately to count the arrows on the ground.

Fang Moqi didn't need to count; a single glance told him he had lost.

And the difference was enormous.

The statistics were quickly compiled. Wang Ling stood there, speechless, while Du Yu excitedly shouted, "We won!"

"One hundred and fifty grey arrows hit the target, and a total of four hundred and fifty missiles were shot down!"

Wang Ling, meanwhile, quietly stated, "One hundred and nine black arrows hit the target, and a total of three hundred and forty-seven missiles were shot down..."

The gap was vast, almost a complete domination.

"You've miscounted. Thirty of the black arrows were shot by him..."

Fang Moqi said this while examining the arrows.

He soon noticed that every single one of Lan Mu's arrows had hit three missiles, whereas his had hit two, three, or even four or five.

"The speed of each arrow should be stable, so with a total of one hundred and eighty arrows... he maintained three arrows per second for a full minute?"

Fang Moqi's own maximum shooting speed was five arrows per second, but the accuracy at that speed was extremely poor. In this training, he could only maintain three arrows per second to ensure they hit the missiles.

Furthermore, he couldn't sustain three arrows per second for long; the speed, represented on a graph, would be a fluctuating wave.

Therefore, overall, Fang Moqi's average shooting speed within one minute was 1.31/s.

This speed was enough to make any archer proud and stand at the pinnacle of the profession, yet today, his defeat was sudden and unexpected.

"How did you do it? Maintaining a stable shooting frequency of three arrows per second for an extended period?" Fang Moqi asked the question.

Lan Mu gave a slight "uh" and replied, "Talent."

"..."

Fang Moqi's lips moved, wanting to say something but unable to.

Finally, he suddenly said, "Shall we compete again?"

Du Yu, who had excitedly come over, heard this and was taken aback. "Brother Fang? Are you going back on your word?"

Fang Moqi's face darkened. "How could I possibly cheat? I accept the bet and will fulfill your three requests, as long as they don't violate my principles."

Du Yu chuckled sinisterly. "Hehehe..."

"Sigh..." Fang Moqi sighed, ignored Du Yu, and looked at Lan Mu again, asking.

"Can we have another match? This is just a spar outside of our bet."

Lan Mu asked curiously, "Did you not use your full strength and are you unconvinced?"

"I indeed didn't use my full strength..." Fang Moqi put down his large bow and took out his small bow, which was less than two feet long.

"Alright, let's go!" Lan Mu was also curious if using such a small bow would make a difference.

He understood that Fang Moqi's archery speed was already at the human limit. Both his speed, endurance, and wrist stability were skills honed through countless trials.

"No, we won't play the missile training this time."

"We are combat archers; we should shoot living things."

Fang Moqi was most confident in his hunting archery skills. Shooting moving targets and shooting moving creatures were different, especially flying creatures.

"Have you practiced shooting mosquitoes?"

Lan Mu paused, surprised. "Shooting mosquitoes?"

Fang Moqi nodded and asked Wang Ling to get something. Soon, Wang Ling brought a transparent jar containing ten mosquitoes.

"I started practicing shooting mosquitoes at the age of twenty-seven and only mastered the skill of shooting them down by the age of thirty."

"You practiced shooting mosquitoes for three years?" How bored must you be... Lan Mu thought to himself.

Wang Ling opened the jar, and the ten mosquitoes immediately flew out. They were already tiny, and once released, they were like fish in the ocean. In the vast training field, they instantly disappeared.

Du Yu squinted, searching everywhere. The training field was so large, and ten mosquitoes were too small; he couldn't find them.

Lan Mu's vision was different. He focused his eyes slightly and quickly spotted four mosquitoes flying in the air. He hadn't found the other six and didn't know where they had hidden.

"Shall we start now?" Lan Mu said.

Fang Moqi smiled. "I practiced shooting mosquitoes for five years, and you've never tried it. It's too much of a disadvantage."

"I don't want to take advantage of you. I'll show you how to hit a mosquito first, and then you can shoot!"

"No matter how many times you try today, if you can hit it, I lose!"

Lan Mu had never actually tried shooting at a mosquito before, so he said, "Like this? Okay."

Fang Moqi was seen gazing at the area, his hand already on a drawn bow with a small arrow.

To everyone's astonishment, Fang Moqi held three arrows in his hand simultaneously. Lan Mu remembered he had used the same grip and nocking technique before.

Everyone stood quietly. Fang Moqi and Lan Mu stood on the high platform, silently searching for mosquitoes.

Suddenly, a mosquito flew near Du Yu. Du Yu spotted it immediately and quickly waved his hand to shoo it away.

The mosquito was startled and flew away erratically.

Immediately after, there was the sound of three arrows whistling through the air!

Du Yu, not even seeing the arrows, ducked to the ground in fear, shouting, "Don't shoot me!"

After all, the mosquito had been too close to him just now. The mosquito could dodge, but he couldn't.

In an instant, three thwip sounds were heard as the arrows struck the ground from above.

Wang Ling and Du Yu rushed forward to look. Wang Ling excitedly shouted, "Mosquito! Mosquito!"

Du Yu murmured, "He can really shoot mosquitoes... and from this far away."

The three arrows were stuck in the ground. One of them had directly hit a mosquito, pinning it to the floor.

"Pat pat pat..."

Lan Mu couldn't help but applaud. It was brilliant, incredible archery... for a human.

The distance from the high platform to the mosquito's corpse was about sixteen meters. Setting aside the feat of firing three arrows in rapid succession, the ability to hit a flitting mosquito was already unbelievable.

Fang Moqi put down his small bow with satisfaction and began to explain.

"Lan Mu, mosquitoes are too small, and they fly quite fast. To hit one within twenty meters, you need to achieve a certain arrow speed."

"Mosquitoes are very sensitive to air currents, so the arrow speed must be fast to minimize the mosquito's evasion space. The faster, the better."

"And then there's the crucial technique... forcing its movement!"

"I fired three arrows in quick succession, each aimed at a different position, predicting the mosquito's three possible escape routes."

"My first arrow was fired a few tenths of a second before the second, forcing the mosquito to evade according to my plan. Then the second arrow was fired a few tenths of a second before the third, forcing it again. The final arrow arrived precisely at that spot, finishing it off!"

"All three arrows must be fired within one second. This requires incredibly sharp eyesight and reaction time to calculate the mosquito's position and flight path, and quickly design the time interval between each shot. This entire sequence must be completed in an extremely short time to successfully kill a mosquito."

"In addition, the arrow speed requirement is also very high. I can only achieve this with this small bow."

"This bow is custom-made for me, using special materials. The arrows it shoots are faster than those from other bows."

Fang Moqi's explanation was very detailed, and Wang Ling and Du Yu nodded in amazement.

Lan Mu hummed and smiled, "Let me try!"

With that, he began to draw his bow.

"Wait! Use mine." Fang Moqi handed the small bow to Lan Mu and said, "Arrow speed is very important! I know you're fast at shooting, but arrow speed largely depends on the quality of the bow. Use my bow!"

Lan Mu waved his hand, refusing.

"No need! I'll use my own."

Fang Moqi chuckled and shook his head, "You won't succeed. Even if you shoot all day, you won't hit a single mosquito!"

"It took me a full three years to figure out this technique, and this bow was indispensable..."

"Thwip thwip thwip!"

Just as Fang Moqi finished speaking, Lan Mu's three arrows were already shot.

He wasn't aiming at the ground, but at an angle about thirty degrees upwards from the front.

All three arrows struck the wall, widely spaced. This was unlike Fang Moqi's tightly clustered shots using the forced movement technique.

Wang Ling and Du Yu ran off to get a ladder, wanting to see if any mosquitoes had been hit on the wall.

Fang Moqi muttered, "No need to look, it definitely won't hit."

He was still replaying the memory of those three stunning arcs in his mind...

Yes, Fang Moqi was sure he had seen arcs! Not arcs due to gravity! But arcs of an arrow going up! An arrow going left! An arrow going right!

"Tracking arrows? No! It should just be curved arrows..."

"Just these beautiful arcs, even if they didn't hit a mosquito, a slightly larger animal definitely couldn't dodge them! That's also an amazing skill!"

Fang Moqi muttered to himself, unaware that Lan Mu had already slung his bow over his shoulder and was walking down from the high platform.

When Lan Mu said to Du Yu, "Let's go!"

His voice startled the lost-in-thought Fang Moqi. Fang Moqi walked down from the high platform, looking confused, and said, "Lan Mu!"

"Did you give up?"

"Right... those three arrows you shot just now..."

Fang Moqi hadn't finished speaking when he heard Wang Ling exclaim, "Mosquitoes!"

"Mosquitoes? What mosquitoes?"

"Huh? Mosquitoes? Did you hit them?"

Fang Moqi looked at the wall in shock. Three arrows were scattered far apart, some over a meter away, others about three meters apart.

Wang Ling pulled out the arrows one by one and was astonished to find that each arrow had hit a mosquito, pinning it firmly to the wall!

Astonishing! Unbelievable!

"Three arrows... three mosquitoes..."

Fang Moqi stared blankly at Wang Ling holding the three mosquitoes and three arrows he had brought over.

"I'm leaving now. Notify me when it's time to go."

Lan Mu said, patting Wang Ling's shoulder again. "I'll have Du Yu bring the passport over later. I have things to do today and won't be back this afternoon. I'll leave the visa matters to you..."

He then put his bow back into his backpack and strode out of the special training room.

Du Yu chuckled, "Three requests, okay! Don't forget!"

"Just you wait! We'll make you realize them slowly! Haha!"

These two had some scheme going on. Du Yu dropped his words and hurried to catch up with Lan Mu.

The door opened, and people outside rushed in. Seeing Lan Mu and Du Yu leave, no one stopped them. Instead, they all swarmed Fang Moqi, talking over each other.

"That took a while?"

"Did you win?"

"Obviously! Brother Fang definitely won!"

"Brother Fang's expression looks a bit off?"

"What's wrong? Wang Ling, you tell us!"

Everyone noticed Wang Ling and Fang Moqi frozen on the spot. Wang Ling was still holding three arrows and three mosquitoes in his hands.

The crowd exchanged glances, utterly confused.

Zheng Hui said hurriedly, "What exactly was the competition? Wang Ling, the reporter left, hurry up and tell us!"

Wang Ling opened his mouth to speak, but Fang Moqi's eyes suddenly blazed, and a powerful aura pressed down.

"Did you forget our agreement?"

Fang Moqi glared at him, and Wang Ling immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say anything.

Fang Moqi pushed through the crowd and walked towards his private, top-tier suite in the club.

"You all get your preparations done. The flight is tomorrow night. Don't disturb me before then."

With that, he disappeared down the corridor.

He left the crowd exchanging confused glances, clueless.

They could only keep pestering Wang Ling, but Wang Ling, having been through some ordeal, just wouldn't say.

In Fang Moqi's private suite.

He was on the phone with someone.

"Professor Shen... please tell me, in this world..."

"Does internal energy truly exist?"