Yan Shuming raised his eyebrows and smiled at Chu Xiyao, "Xiyao, want to have a match?"
"Sure!"
"Hurry, hurry, the clash of masters—this is going to be exciting!"
"Who do you think will win?"
"Xiyao."
"Xiyao."
...
"Damn, what kind of friends are you guys? So many people, and not one is betting on me to win?" Yan Shuming couldn't help but complain!
"Someone who bets on you winning isn't really a friend, are they? How can we not know your skills?"
"Yeah, you're good, but to beat Xiyao, you'll need to practice a couple more years!"
"Hahaha... that's right, that's right!"
A group of about a dozen people accompanied Chu Xiyao, both men and women. Both competitors had already selected their bows and arrows and put on their protective gear before taking their positions on the shooting lanes!
"How do you want to compete?" asked Chu Xiyao.
Yan Shuming pointed to the moving targets ahead and said, "Six arrows each, fired simultaneously. The one with the higher score wins."
