I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

The martial arts arena is one hundred steps away from the target world standard. Considering that the big one bullies the small, the difficulty is lowered to eighty steps, which is equivalent to fifty or sixty meters in meters.

In the eyes of the audience, there will be no suspense in this closed competition, and the final result is destined.

How could Mrs. Yukinoshita's husband be so incompetent? At the shooting range for practice, the marks of sharp weapons printed on the targets, arrows and arrows are repeated intensively.

It can be seen from this that I usually practice a lot.

The referee, wearing a suit and trousers with his head tied back, calibrated the hands on his watch, watched the heat of the sun, and gestured to his two colleagues who were recording at the shooting range.

The three people's watches were calibrated to the same time and shouted: "Contestant No. 1 is in position, shooting."

President Big Beitou Ge stood at his archery point. The dark brown cherry wood bow had an elevation angle of 35 degrees, and the bow string was drawn in an oval shape.

Outside the shooting range, the snowy and cold wind blew in the redwood forest, and the archery master was an experienced archer.

Measuring the flight distance of arrows and wind distance can only be guessed by naked eyes and ears. Only archery masters of the same level know the reason for the difficulty.

The sound of the wind subsided, and every move of nature was magnified without limit. Brother Big Back Head caught the next wave and shouted, "Just right!"

The arrow was like a gust of wind, and the silver arrow cut through the air flow, cutting a black line. The target shook back and forth, and within ten rings, there was a red dot ring, and an arrow was suddenly inserted.

The recorder excitedly and eagerly recorded the result of the first arrow: "Ten rings." The target was ten rings, and the shout spread throughout the competition.

In the auditorium, among the people watching the battle, the artistic young woman with glasses said sympathetically: "Ten rings as soon as it comes up. I guess my husband doesn't want to be merciful."

"Do you really think so?" Mrs. Yukinoshita's words had a hidden meaning.

"Isn't that right?"

"You'll know just by looking at this."

Mrs. Yukinoshita handed a file to the literary young woman with glasses, opened the seal of the file bag, and saw the words "Top Secret" in the information inside.

Isn't this simple? In just three years, Tsukasa's three years of experience are more exciting than those of us who were born earlier.

"Tomoeda Town, a place where strange things happen frequently." The artistic young woman in glasses looked solemnly. She had heard a little about that place. It was a weird town.

I didn't expect that boy to come from that place, "Bring it here!" After only a few glances at the information in the file, Mrs. Yukinoshita took it back.

"Hey, I only took a few glances." The artistic young woman with glasses muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Being bullish is not good for anyone."

"What do you think?"

"No more contact!"

. . . . . .

"Wow!" The girls' seats erupted in cheers, and Yonocho was the first to cheer and said: "The ten rings of the Kozuka Order slapped dad's old face hard."

Yukino's moist little mouth opened, and the porcelain doll's little face let out a sigh of relief that she didn't even notice.

The most dissatisfied Hayama Hayato, his beloved childhood sweetheart, must have paid too much attention to his peers on the martial arts field. Our six-year friendship is not as good as a new stranger?

After a short break, the second test began.

Brother Da Beitou easily changed his attention to this thin little guy. He was embarrassed once at first, and twice after he was embarrassed. He didn't want this old face anymore.

The sound of the second arrow flying and whistling, the birth of the third ten rings, the blood in the recording hand is boiling, the hand holding the pen is unsteady, and the ten rings are trembling.

Not to be outdone, Zhong Jie stretched the full moon. His strength was stronger than that of Da Beitou. He measured the angle of the bevel, spread his fingertips, and his arrow fell into the sky, diagonally inserting into the red dot of the target.

"The fourth ten rings." Another person recorded incoherent sign language and transmitted it into the audience with the help of a loudspeaker.

Shocking applause, a powerful opponent worthy of admiration.

"Sister Jing, can you shoot two ten rings like him?" Xueno responded to the crowd's applause and asked the girl in the windbreaker.

The girl in the windbreaker shook her head: "I can't do it. I can't even do it ten times at a time."

There are two schools of karate and archery, two schools, and with a twelve-year-old body, he cannot succeed in two circles in a row. It is impossible to rely on luck alone. That guy's strength is not as thin as he looks on the surface.

"As expected of Kozuka, even Mother is full of praise." Yangno turned them to the adults who were talking and laughing.

The martial arts stage did not give them a chance to relax. The fifth ring came, the cheers were even louder, and the main force was sent out, those big men with big backs and heads.

When the sixth ring came out, the scorer was so impassioned that he had goosebumps all over his body, scratching and harassing him, and the competition became intense.

When the seventh arrow hit the tenth ring, the crowd's shouts became louder and louder. This was the end of the archery competition.

Winning or losing is not that important. Seven arrows, seven times and ten rings. The recorder recorded the fortieth ring of his own president and joined in the shouting.

The applause was unprecedentedly high. It was Tsukasa's turn to shoot the fourth arrow, and he took a deep breath, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and shook his sore arms.

After being exhausted, he drew his bow and raised his head to the sky. The rhombus-shaped arrowhead of the arrow gleamed silver in the snowy sky. He was waiting, waiting for the snow to stop.

call out! The tendon string rebounded, the arrow pierced the snowflakes as thin as wool, and then entered the red dot.

"The eighth ring." The recorder was numb. He was at a loss for words. He clapped his hands vigorously and his palms turned red without even realizing it.

"So strong, so strong, they are all so strong." The girl in the windbreaker said to herself in shock.

Yang Nai has fun again, teasing her best friend with words: "Little Jingjing, don't think too much about it, he is so hot, and you are three years older."

The girl in the windbreaker retorted: "A female junior is holding a gold brick, and her sister and brother are in love. It's not unacceptable for my sister."

"Xiao Yukino, look quickly, someone is trying to steal your husband." The flames of war between her best friends caught Yukino aside.

"Baba, Baga, Hu, what are you talking about?" Xueno's face, which was red from the cold, became even redder.

A fight between girls, "The ninth, the tenth and the tenth ring." Ten arrows, a hundred rings, a grand slam.

After being able to compete for five rounds without deciding the outcome, Big Beitou's eyes were full of admiration. This guy conquered me with his strength.

The successor is weak. Without the help of magic, I am so weak. Is this the limit of the five branches?

I have always relied too much on magic, neglected martial arts training, and picked up the missed homework and reworked it.

"The eleventh round, the eleventh ring."

Sixty rings in? He said with a wry smile. Big Beitou Ge's martial arts uniform and horned dragon-like muscles can shoot dozens of arrows without any problem.

The competition came to an end. The sixth arrow missed the target, and the scorer recorded that the sixth arrow missed the target.

"I admit defeat!" He returned the ox-horn bow to its original position and walked down to the martial arts stage in a graceful manner.

If you lose, you lose, if you win, you win. There is nothing to be unwilling to do. Fair competition. If you don't cheat, your skills will be inferior to others.

"Contestant No. 2 abstains. I judge Contestant No. 1 to be the winner." The referee held up the president's thick hand holding the bow.

The audience burst into violent applause, and even Mrs. Yukinoshita, who never applauded, went with the flow and applauded.

This competition is a far cry from the past. In a few years, Brother Da Beitou will not be able to guarantee a guaranteed win.

"Zhong Jie, if I approve of you, whether you can win my little daughter's heart depends on your ability."

I just stepped off the martial arts platform and lost my footing, staggering.