That's it??
Lost your cool already?
Can't take it anymore??
You'd better go home and burn some incense for your ancestors.
Be glad you weren't born in Zaun.
Otherwise, those esports Mozarts would have taught you a real lesson on how to behave.
...
"One target per person," the Master said, not keeping the students waiting long.
He quickly assigned the students their positions. Each had a target in front of them, situated thirty paces away. This was the standard distance at which Confucian Cultivators practiced their Archery Skill. Any further, and they wouldn't be able to draw their bows.
"First to shoot: Ma Deming."
The Master stood there calmly, his gaze shifting toward a student from Qi Lin Academy in the arena. "You have ten chances to draw the bow. The results will be calculated by score. Begin."
Hearing this, Ma Deming's expression turned solemn. He took a deep breath and said to his companions beside him, "Pardon my poor display."
