Accompanied by the silence that had fallen over the entire hall.
Zeng Anmin merely stood there calmly.
There was a trace of breezy ease in his gaze.
Like a refined young master.
Every eye was fixed on him.
All were so shocked by the scene before them that not a single person could make a sound.
Zeng Anmin shifted his gaze to the instructor, gently stroking the longbow at his waist, his expression composed.
He quietly waited for the instructor to speak.
At this moment, he did not need to say a word to be the most conspicuous person in the crowd.
The Imperial Academy student was the first to recover.
His name was Cheng Yu—the one who had mocked Li Ru's height.
"What? Nobody has anything to say now?!"
Cheng Yu's face was flushed red, and he wore an air of having finally held his head high.
Standing behind Zeng Anmin, he looked down his nose at the Qilin Academy students opposite them.
The scene remained silent.
Not a single person spoke.
All the Qilin Academy students pressed their lips tightly together, their breathing growing heavy.
They wanted to retort, yet had no strength to do so.
Clearly, they did not know how to refute him.
No one was a fool.
After what Zeng Anmin had just done, he was leagues above Li Ru!
The difference was plain as day!
Even Li Ru had nothing to say now.
"Li Ru and Zeng Anmin are tied for first place in score."
The instructor pondered for a moment.
He looked calmly at the students and slowly said, "But Zeng Anmin's archery 'intent' is superior, so he shall be the champion of this round."
Having said that, the instructor swept his gaze around the crowd, his voice neither hurried nor slow.
"If