Though Wesley said so, he had no intention of giving Sean a chance to back out.
Before he had finished speaking, he had taken up his third and last arrow.
He drew the bow, set the arrow, and aimed.
Wesley did it smoothly and quickly.
As soon as he loosened the fingers, the bowstring shook as the arrow shot out. The black arrow shot like lightning toward the circular target 100 meters away.
Boom!
The ninth ring!
The ninth ring again!
Although it was not a perfect tenth ring, hitting the ninth ring was also pretty good.
"Commander Jokerman's third arrow hit the ninth ring. His total score is 28!"
Gregory announced loudly.
Putting down his longbow, Wesley snorted coldly and stepped aside.
It was Sean's turn to shoot.
"Punk, you exaggerate your abilities. I've given you many chances, but you refuse to give up. Will you only regret it after getting into trouble?"
Wesley said bitterly.
Zander nearby was furious and wanted to lash out instantly, but Sean shook his head at him.
"Haha, you won't even speak. A heartless, spineless, and undignified wimp like you can forget about being the commander-in-chief of Dorodo's city defense army and commanding so many soldiers!"
Wesley said and laughed.
Gregory and Anthony glanced at each other, and Gregory said, "Wesley, watch your mouth!"
Anthony also warned, "You're not commander-in-chief yet. You're so eager to show off. Are you not scared of it backfiring?"
They could not stand Wesley's taunts anymore.
It was because Wesley was too disrespectful.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Summon of The Sword