"Are you sure your arrow is closer to the dead center of the target?" Zhao Yang asked coldly.
"Of course!" the man with the hawk nose said with extreme arrogance.
In fact, at this moment, the two arrows were side by side. From here to the target, at a distance of over seventy meters, it was impossible to tell who was closer to the exact center. But the man with the hawk nose was overflowing with confidence in himself!
"How about this, we take a ruler and measure down to the millimeter to see whose arrow is closest to the center. If you lose, you'll roll out of here. And listen to me, I said 'roll,' not 'walk,'" Zhao Yang said indifferently.
"And what if you lose?" the man with the hawk nose sneered.
"If I lose, roll or crawl, pick whatever you like," Zhao Yang said with disdain.
"Fine, it's settled then!" the man with the hawk nose exclaimed loudly.
"Let's go over there right now!" the one with acne immediately called out.
