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Chapter 27 - read the brackets(__archery???or techniques___)

*A Call to Arms: Shaping the Next Epic Fantasy*

Dear valued readers,

As I navigate the final stretch of our current story arc, I invite your expertise in recommending fantasy novels that embody the following essential elements:

*World-Building*: Rich, immersive, and meticulously crafted worlds that transport us to new realms.

*MC Abilities*: Well-defined, technically explained magical systems or abilities that empower our protagonists.

*Power Systems*: RPG-inspired progressions, including:

‣ Cultivation

‣ Magic

‣ Dungeon crawling

‣ Tower climbing

‣ Kingdom building

‣ Limited ability-based growth

When suggesting books, please ensure:

- You've read or have knowledge of the plot and growth direction

- Clear MC abilities and power growth

- Engaging fight scenes and domain expansion

- Well-executed storytelling

I welcome diverse genres, including:

- Yuri

- Harem

- Poor-to-death protagonists

- Gal game protagonists

- Evil-justified protagonists

- Gender-bender protagonists

However, clarity in the protagonist's abilities and combat dynamics is crucial.

*A Challenge: Samuel's Physical Appearance*

As a thought experiment, describe Samuel's physical features from chapters 1-10. What image formed in your mind while reading?

*A Word of Apology*

Regarding upcoming updates, I apologize for any temporary inconsistencies. Rest assured, official chapters will rectify any discrepancies within 12 hours.

*Your Input Matters*

As a reader-turned-writer-still-a-reader, I value your insights. Your recommendations will shape our story's future.

Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Sincerely,

[Concept_Supreme]

*Join the Discussion*

Share your favorite fantasy novels that fit these specifications.

Recommend books with well-crafted worlds, clear MC abilities, and engaging power systems.

Let's forge an epic fantasy together!

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//Chapter 27//

As the archery duel unfolded, the young man's skills demonstrated marked improvement with each successive shot. The first four arrows landed mere inches from the bullseye, their precision a testament to his growing focus. The next three struck with unerring accuracy, though not dead center.

The young man's breathing remained steady, his movements fluid as he drew and released each arrow. With the eighth shot, he felt a surge of confidence. His technique was sound, his aim true.

But Ryker had been holding back, observing and waiting. The young man sensed a subtle shift in Ryker's demeanor – a hint of a smirk, a glint in his eye.

The target, initially twenty meters away, had incrementally moved to eighty meters, a formidable distance. Ryker had taken a calculated approach, shooting every other arrow, allowing the young man to showcase his skills and reveal his strategy.

A growing unease crept over the young man. Ryker's intentions were unclear. Was he being toyed with, or was Ryker genuinely testing his limits?

The air thickened with tension as Ryker raised his bow, taking aim with economical, effortless movements. The young man watched intently, bracing for impact.

Would Ryker's arrow find its mark? The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. The young man's heart pounded, his senses heightened as he awaited the outcome.

The young man stood firm, his feet rooted to the ground, anticipating the familiar pattern. Before him, the target, now eighty meters away, seemed to pulse with challenge, its surface gleaming like polished steel. It was a beacon calling to test his mettle.

He expected Ryker's arrow to send it further back—ten meters, perhaps. But Ryker's eyes gleamed with a knowing spark as he focused inward, channeling his qi into the arrow. A whispered incantation barely audible, the words lost in the wind.

As Ryker drew his bow, aiming high, the crowd murmured in confusion. "What's he doing?" the young man muttered, his brow furrowed in concern.

Ryker's gaze remained steady, unwavering, his movements fluid as he released the arrow. In a parabolic arc, the arrow soared, its trajectory seemingly destined to end two meters short of the target. Gravity's pull was inexorable.

But then, defying logic, the arrow rose into an upward trajectory, inserting itself into the bullseye with precision, dead center.

The young man's mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend the impossible feat. The target, once eighty meters away, now stood at a hundred meters, its surface still quivering from the arrow's impact. The additional twenty meters defied logic, a testament to Ryker's mastery of Cultivation.

"That's impossible," someone whispered in the crowd, awe and fear entwined in their voice. "No archer can—"

Ryker's gaze never wavered from the target, his smile dripping with superiority. "You underestimate the power of Cultivation," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Channeling one's essence and will into the arrow is child's play for a cultivator of my caliber."

The crowd murmured, sensing the weight of Ryker's words. The young man's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. What level of Cultivation had Ryker achieved? How could he possibly—

"I am a 2nd Phase Skin Refining cultivator," Ryker declared, his voice echoing across the dueling grounds. "I have completed my first phase and now traverse the realms of the second. My techniques transcend mortal archery."

The young man's face paled. He had underestimated Ryker's abilities, assuming this was a standard archery contest. But Cultivation... That changed everything.

Ryker's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Your turn," he said, his voice dripping with challenge. "Let's see if you can keep up."

The young man steeled himself, determination burning within. He would not yield. With a deep breath, he focused, his mind racing with strategies. Could he overcome Ryker's Cultivation advantage? The duel had become a test of wills, each opponent determined to outmaneuver the other.

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation, as the two archers faced off, their bows at the ready. The crowd waited, bated breath, for the next shot, the next move in this high-stakes game of skill and magic.