He was exhilarated.
It was because he could not rebel against Sean in his capacity as a chiliarch.
However, thanks to so many city defense soldiers emboldening him today, Sean had no choice but to go downstairs and compete with him. It was a great opportunity for him.
If he could take this opportunity to defeat Sean, Sean would have to resign and make him commander-in-chief as promised!
Wesley's heart instantly gushed with ecstasy at the thought of his impending success.
Sean was calm.
His expression and eyes were calm. There was not a single emotion in them. It was almost as if nothing in the world could make him angry.
It was Sean in battle mode.
People might unleash a force far greater than usual when they were angry.
However, archery was not a contest of strength but skill.
Therefore, a calm mind was more appropriate than an angry outburst.
"Don't try to irritate me, Wesley. I'm young, more than 30 years younger than you. But I've experienced more in 20 years than you have in 50. You're older than I am but not necessarily wiser."
Sean's statement made Wesley frown.
'How arrogant!
'This punk is so arrogant!
'I want you on your knees, begging for mercy and admitting your defeat in front of all the soldiers!'
Filled with anger, Wesley fired the first arrow by loosening his fingers.
The black arrow hit the target as it fled across 100 meters like a bolt of black lightning.
Boom!
The stake and the circular target trembled slightly.
The city defense soldiers widened their eyes and looked over and saw Wesley's arrow deeply nailed on the circular target's ninth ring.
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