The two bows were of the same color and of the same grade, attracting the attention of all the surrounding elves.
None of the creators of these two bows were lower than a Grandmaster Blacksmith.
Shen Yanxiao lifted the bow and reached for the quiver on her waist.
She carefully observed the entire arena, not missing a single corner or slab.
The arena was large enough for an archery spar. Shen Yanxiao had to calculate the accuracy of her every step in order to win more accurately.
An Ran and Shen Jing broke out in cold sweat for Shen Yanxiao. A match between archers was often more dangerous than other professions.
Victory or defeat would depend on whether they were shot.
Once they were shot, they would inevitably be injured!
Shui Miao looked at Shen Yanxiao with a confident smile. He did not believe that a little elf would be his opponent.
