287: Dick had only a little talent for archery.

Chapter 287: Dick's Slight Talent in Archery

Soon, the two moved to the Bit Family's training ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

From a distance, Dick could hear the rapid sounds of arrows, followed by the sounds of wooden targets being hit repeatedly.

As soon as he entered the training ground, Dick saw hundreds of Snow Elves holding bows and shooting arrows. Their expressions were focused, their breathing steady, their eyes sharp, and their postures elegant.

Almost all the arrows they shot could hit the target steadily, whether it was a fixed target or a moving target.

Many Snow Elves even closed their eyes, relying only on their ears to listen and pinpoint the location, yet they could still accurately hit the target.

Archery talent was the least scarce thing among the Snow Elf Clan; simple accuracy could no longer satisfy this group of Elves.

Those who could train here were all elites of the Bit Family. They received the best resources and enjoyed the best environment, naturally allowing them to shoot such beautiful arrows.

Donald was also training, but as a genius among geniuses, he clearly stood out.

Using his "High-Speed Rapid Fire" talent, Donald was like a machine gun with an extremely high rate of fire, clearing a quiver containing a hundred arrows in just a few seconds.

His movements were close to perfect, and the arrows he shot were powerful. Hitting a bullseye from a hundred paces, the charm of a High-Level Archer was astonishing.

However, no one praised Donald; many even sneered and mocked him from the side.

The Hans Family members didn't have it easy in the Bit Family. If Dick hadn't asked Donald to maintain his form, he wouldn't have come here to train with a thick face.

Soon, Leon's arrival attracted the attention of many people. Many Bit Family members stepped forward to salute him.

Besides respect, most people felt surprised, as everyone knew that Leon was not good at archery and had no interest in it at all.

"Dick, my family's training ground is fully equipped. Besides the common fixed targets, there are also various types of moving targets, magic targets, and simulated targets to simulate various combat situations..."

Listening to Leon's reminder, Dick nodded slightly. As a family specializing in archery, this training ground was vast and a paradise for Archers.

Before long, the maid set up the targets. Dick and Leon both drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at a fixed target a hundred meters away.

Their sparring attracted many Bit Family members. They came forward to watch and gossip, cheering for Leon, all with the benevolent expressions of elders looking at juniors.

Although Leon was a Half-Step Level 70 Magic Swordsman with terrifying strength, in archery, he was not even as good as those Level 20 or 30 Snow Elf guards.

As the saying goes, different fields are like mountains apart, and this is even more evident in magic professions.

However, no matter how bad Leon was, he could still steadily hit the center of a fixed target a hundred meters away. After all, more than twenty years of training wasn't for nothing.

In the past, in order to wash away his reputation as a waste and to prevent his mother, the family head, from being shamed, Leon trained in archery day and night.

It was just a pity that Leon's talent in archery was too poor. No matter how hard he tried, he remained at the bottom of the Bit Family.

"Dick, it's your turn. Speaking of which, is a hundred meters too far? Do you need me to help you..."

Whoosh!

Before Leon could finish speaking, Dick released the two fingers of his right hand. The arrow flew out at high speed and accurately hit the target a hundred meters away a moment later, just like Leon, right in the center.

"Actually, it's not too bad."

Leon was stunned. He really didn't expect Dick to be so decisive. After all, human life is barely a hundred years, and at the age of 19, he had only been practicing for a few years?

Not to mention that Dick's main profession was Swordsman, so his practice time in archery was even less.

"Very, very accurate, Dick. The hundred-meter target is boring; let's try the thousand-meter target..."

Leon decisively increased the difficulty. No matter what, he had to be Dick's instructor today.

...

Half an hour later, watching a irregularly moving wooden target several thousand meters away being shot through by Dick's arrow, Leon fell into deep self-doubt.

This level of difficulty was already Leon's limit. If they continued to increase the difficulty and compete, he would undoubtedly lose, because Dick currently... seemed not to have reached his limit yet.

In the past half hour, even as the difficulty increased repeatedly, Dick was the same as at the beginning: drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, aiming, releasing...

All movements were completed within a few seconds, seamlessly, and all the arrows hit the exact center of the target without deviation.

Dick made it look as simple as breathing, seemingly without any possibility of error.

In contrast, Leon was already sweating profusely when facing the irregularly moving target several thousand meters away. Although he also hit the center, he didn't appear as relaxed as Dick.

"Let's stop here for today. It's almost dinner time. I was quite lucky, barely managing to tie with you, Leon..."

Dick was experienced and saw that Leon had reached his limit, so he decisively proposed ending the sparring.

After all, if they continued to compete, Leon might break down.

Moreover, with so many Bit Family members watching, if he went easy, these Snow Elves specializing in archery might notice, which would be awkward.

It should be noted that the Snow Elf Clan's nature is simple and straightforward; they hate hypocrisy the most. This is also why Dick never went easy.

In their eyes, face is earned by oneself, not given by others. Going easy is equivalent to humiliation!

Dick's words were like the sound of nature. Leon was as if granted amnesty and readily agreed.

Ending now was best, neither hurting feelings nor losing face.

During the years he had been a bounty hunter, Leon had learned social etiquette and how to protect his face.

However, just as Dick and Leon were walking away from the training ground with their arms around each other's shoulders, some competitive Bit Family members jumped out.

They were young Snow Elves who didn't understand social etiquette. Their blood was boiling, and watching Dick and Leon's match had made them eager for a long time.

"Respected distinguished guest, I am Mobiel Bite, and I hope to spar with you!"

"My arrow, Hampis', is also not without sharpness..."

"And me, and me, Puxi Bite, I request a match!"