Non-human Gene Complex

It seemed incredible to them that the number one shooter of the actual combat faction in the country challenged a reporter.

They didn't know the truth of the bet, they only said that Fang Moqi took the initiative to challenge.

"Isn't that nonsense? Is there anyone in the world with archery skills as good as Mozaki?"

"Yes, let alone a reporter, I don't believe it!"

"It's probably a one-sided ending."

Everyone was discussing, but Du Yu jumped up happily and looked at Lan Mu excitedly.

Only Du Yu knew how incredible Lan Mu's archery skills were, which made people feel as unreal as watching a movie.

Fang Moqi didn't care what others thought, he walked straight in front of Lan Mu and smiled.

"Faster than me? Very good, there is a special training ground behind, how about we go there and compete?"

Lan Mu doesn't know what special training ground is, but he doesn't care, more than anything else.

"Whatever you want, you can compare... I only have one request."

"Oh?" Fang Moqi asked: "What request, just say it."

Lan Mu pointed at the crowd and said, "The competition between us, if we don't want others to see it, let Du Yu be the referee."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Just kidding! After finally having the opportunity to watch such a wonderful competition, you don't want us to watch it?"

"Yes, I have admired Fang Moqi's archery skills for a long time."

Lan Mu's request made the crowd excited. They all wanted to see Fang Moqi's wonderful archery skills because of his reputation.

Fang Moqi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. He remembered that Lan Mu might not know how to shoot arrows at all, after all, there were no traces of long-term arrow practice on his hands.

"Don't let people see it, maybe it's because they are afraid of losing too badly?" Fang Moqi thought to himself.

"Okay! I promise you!"

Fang Moqi took Lan Mu's face very seriously and agreed to him directly.

"However, Du Yu is not professional as a judge. How about another person? How about Wang Ling?"

Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, but then he was overjoyed. He often served as a referee in the club. Although his archery skills were not very good, he was very good at being a referee.

"I'm fine! Don't know..."

Wang Ling looked at Lan Mu, and Lan Mu pondered for a moment, then said, "It's fine, but you have to make sure you don't spread the word."

Hearing this, Du Yu was trembling with excitement. He knew that Lan Mu was serious. He was a very low-key person. Since he said that he would not let it be spread, he must use his peerless archery skills!

"Promise! Promise quickly! Wang Ling, quickly say that you won't spread the word randomly!" Du Yu shouted excitedly, not caring at all that he was deprived of the right to judge.

Wang Ling didn't know why Du Yu was so excited, but he wanted to see Fang Moqi's archery skills. He didn't care whether other people could see it, so he hurriedly agreed: "Okay! I promise you! I will never tell anyone else. "

"Damn it! Why!"

"I want to watch too! I can also be a referee!"

Others complained, but Wang Ling didn't care, as long as he was happy.

Fang Moqi nodded, and said to Wang Ling: "Old Wang, you go to the back and prepare the field. Let's shoot moving targets. Let's start with missiles."

After speaking, Fang Moqi put down the bag on his back, which was a backpack with a complicated shape.

He opened the backpack and spread it out on the ground, revealing the equipment inside.

"Wow!"

Everyone was amazed when they saw the true face of Lushan with Fang Moqi's backpack.

Dozens of weapons appeared in the open backpack, ranging from small pocket knives to large tendon bows.

These weapons are self-made at first glance, some are made of bones, and some have obvious traces of artificial polishing. Only one item is an industrial product, which is an iron plate that was shot through, and is quietly fixed in the center of the package.

Skinning knife, bone cutting knife, Mitsubishi thorn, spear, short dagger, blowing arrow, longbow, flint and steel...

Fang Moqi took nothing but two sets of bows and arrows, one big and one small. The big foot is more than one meter long, made of animal muscles and bones, it is a self-made strong bow.

The small ones are only less than two feet long, and even the matching arrows are thin and short.

"Where's your equipment?"

Lan Mu touched his back and took out the recurve bow he bought not long ago from his backpack.

At first glance, this style was bought at the Forest Club physical store, which made many people laugh.

Zheng Hui couldn't help shaking his head when he saw it, and said, "You're really a layman! This bow is pretty good for a layman. Even competitive players don't use this kind of bow. Who can use this standard bow for actual combat players?"

Yu Xiao also said: "Hehe, could it be that he intends to use this bow to do something... chug chug?"

Lan Mu glanced at them, ignored them, and only said to Fang Moqi: "This is my equipment, so I'm ready."

Fang Moqi also looked at his bow in surprise. Based on his experience, he could tell at a glance that the bow was brand new and had not been used for more than a week.

"You... well, let's go."

The two went out from the back of the waiting room, and after a while they came to the so-called special training ground, which was actually a very large training room.

Everyone followed, but when they entered the special training room, Wang Ling stopped them and said, "Don't make it hard for me, Fang Moqi agreed to it."

After speaking, the door will be closed immediately.

Unexpectedly, Du Yu charged suddenly, knocked away a little, and broke in directly.

Wang Ling grabbed him, but he heard him shout: "Brother Mu, I have seen your super archery skills, it doesn't matter if I watch from the sidelines?"

Lan Mu looked at him speechlessly and nodded. Anyway, Du Yu has seen it. If he is stopped outside the door, who knows what this guy will do.

"Boom!"

Seeing other people squeezing in, Wang Ling hurriedly closed the door and locked it tightly.

Ignoring the complaints outside the door, the four walked to the middle of the special training ground.

"Let's make a quick decision. Let me talk about the gameplay of the missile first."

Fang Moqi didn't talk nonsense, and started to introduce directly.

"In a while, you and I will stand on this platform with bows and arrows each. There will be a machine firing missiles from the right, with a speed of up to seventy-five meters per second. It will eventually fall into the recovery port on the left. Look..."

Fang Moqi nodded to Wang Ling, and saw Wang Ling operating an instrument in the corner of the special training ground. Immediately, many small balls, about the size of ping-pong balls, flew past Lan Mu's eyes from the small hole on the right wall.

"Huh, huh, huh!" I saw all kinds of white shadows passing by, and the missile fell into the huge recovery port on the left.

"We just stood on the platform and shot the missiles that passed by. In the end, we don't count the missiles that fell into the recovery port. We counted the scores from the missiles that were shot and fell to the ground. According to the missiles shot by arrows of different colors, we can Judge the winner."

"My arrows are all black, and your arrows are gray, so it's easy to distinguish. As long as there are more gray arrows on the missiles counted at the end, you win."

"This is my usual training. It tests the shooter's eyesight, reaction and quick-fire ability. It was used to warm up before. Do you want to compare this? If you don't like it, you can change it at will. There are more than 30 kinds here. Special training method."

Lan Mu smiled and said, "What's your best grade?"

Fang Moqi thought for a while and said, "I remember sixty-four arrows a minute."

Hearing his score, Du Yu interjected and said, "I know! Brother Mu, don't underestimate that sixty-four arrows in one minute are not as fast as you. Brother Fang hit the missile with sixty-four arrows!"

"At that time, the frequency of missiles was one hundred per minute, and twenty barrels were launched at the same time. A total of two thousand missiles were fired after one minute. There were 210 missiles that fell on the ground afterwards, and Brother Fang shot sixty-four Arrows, each one is at least three birds with one arrow, and even several are four birds with one arrow!"

After listening to Du Yu's words, Lan Mu didn't feel how difficult it was. After thinking about it, he felt that it was too simple.

"Forget it, let's compare this, let's make a quick decision."

Lan Mu bowed his bow and set his arrow, waiting silently.

Fang Moqi smiled and shouted to Wang Ling: "Old Wang! Start! One minute! One hundred frequencies, twenty tubes!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as the countdown was over, Du Yu and Wang Ling were stunned. Even though Du Yu had seen this scene before, he was still extremely excited.

Countless missiles were shot out from the wall, leaving white shadows and splashing sounds in the air.

Fang Moqi and Lan Mu didn't stop their hands from the beginning, one was faster than the other!

The way the two men bent their bows and set their arrows was completely different. Lan Mu normally draws an arrow from his quiver, puts it on quickly, and then draws the bow and releases the arrow!

Fang Moqi squeezed three arrows at a time, holding them between different fingers.

When one arrow was shot, he only needed to dexterously pick it with his finger, and the second arrow would take his finger as the axis and slide a wonderful arc on the bow.

The same is true for the third arrow. This special method of drawing arrows allows him to shoot three arrows in a row at a maximum speed of one second.

But then it slows down because he needs to draw three more arrows.

"How...how is this possible?" Wang Ling looked more and more wrong, because Fang Moqi, the strongest in his heart, was actually slower than Lan Mu!

I saw that Lan Mu only used the most common pinching technique to complete the movements one by one, but the speed was not at all faster than Fang Moqi's three arrows in a row.

From the very beginning, Lan Mu's speed has never slowed down, each arrow has maintained the same high speed, his hands are dancing between the quiver and the strong bow, the speed is astonishing, leaving only afterimages.

Du Yu's eyes were shining brightly, and it was not in vain that he worked hard and finally saw this extremely fast archery again.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

A continuous flow of flying arrows was shot, and missiles fell continuously, and soon the ground was full of missiles, basically several of which were connected in series to the same arrow.

One minute is fleeting, and when the time is up, the missile stops automatically.

Both Lan Mu and Fang Moqi put down their bows and arrows.

Fang Moqi was so focused just now that Fang Moqi didn't pay attention to Lan Mu. He just thought he was super fast, but he didn't know how fast.

So at the first moment, Fang Moqi looked at Lan Mu's quiver.

"Five... five quiver... all empty?"

Fang Moqi and Lan Mu each hung five quiver bags on their waists. Unexpectedly, Lan Mu shot all the arrows in a minute!

"No! Mine seems to be... huh?"

Fang Moqi suddenly found that he had the wrong number of arrows, and he used an extra bag of arrows!

"Could it be..."

"You used one of my quiver just now?" Fang Moqi couldn't believe it.

Lan Mu nodded and said, "Ah... that's right."