Hazel couldn’t stand it anymore, “Look, they are too confident. They all miss the target and want to win?”
Cheng Yang dismissed it, “This kind of idiot, if he can win, I will eat the bow and arrow…”
Before the word “Go” came out, the next second Flynn shot Feather, as if strangling the back of his fate, losing all his voice.
“Ten, ten rings?” The referee’s voice was almost hoarse in shock.
“How is it possible?” After regaining his senses, Cheng Yang gritted his teeth. “It must have been a bad luck. Archery has to rely on luck. This result is normal.”
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