With confidence certain of victory, the hawk-nosed man stepped forward, took his place, bent his bow, nocked his arrow, and aimed!
His gaze shone with intense sharpness, as shooting arrows was the glorious tradition of his horse-riding nation. Whether in ancient times or today, his people always remembered the glory of being an archer!
Not only could the hawk-nosed man shoot while standing, but he could also shoot from horseback!
The blood of the horse-riding nation flowed through the hawk-nosed man, blessing him with a natural talent for archery from birth!
He absolutely would not allow himself to lose to a foreigner, let alone an outsider!
At this moment, his eyes were like that of a hawk's, fixed dead on the yellow heart, while the fair-faced young man and the one with acne also felt their nerves tightening.
