In an archer duel, it all comes down to those precious moments that can't even be calculated. Whoever can seize the time will win the smile of the victory goddess! Seeing his inevitable defeat, the Archer didn't try to act shamelessly but rather shrugged with a bitter smile, lowering his battle bow gracefully.
Fortunately, he didn't act shamelessly, for if he stubbornly refused to concede, his only end would be to be turned into a pincushion by Nedved's relentless arrows.
Strangely enough, two archers who were battling to the death a moment before were suddenly hugging warmly, chattering away in words neither could understand, with arms around each other and bursting into hearty laughter.
Jaw-dropping.
Countless pairs of mostly white eyes watched them, a quietude surrounding them as if time itself had forgotten.
Nedved demonstrated real Beamon archery to both this top archer of the Tangzang and all its soldiers.
