Everyone stared in amazement at the Frost Wolf on the ground, unable to move.
Just now, Xia Hong's ten arrows took only about a dozen breaths.
A dozen breaths, for those present who just participated in the archery competition, isn't even enough time to draw a bow, nock an arrow, and aim.
But Xia Hong not only shot ten arrows but also didn't miss any. Almost every arrow hit precisely as he intended, even by the wooden mannequin's judgment, he had successfully used a bow to hunt a Frost Wolf.
"Is the leader skilled at everything, even archery?"
"The leader's archery is ridiculously strong!"
"This isn't just strong; it's godlike."
"Doesn't that mean the leader can hunt alone with a bow?"
...
"Gulp..."
Shi Ping squeezed through the crowd to the front and found that nearly half of Xia Hong's arrows were buried in the ground. He swallowed hard, eyes full of astonishment and shock.
