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Chapter 176 - 176 Archery Competition

Chapter 176: Archery Competition Chapter 176: Archery Competition “Listen to me,” Obinna continued, stepping closer as if his presence alone would intimidate her.

“Everything Father said will go as planned.

You will not participate in any more events.

And if you try to go against it…

don’t blame us if we take drastic measures to stop you.” His words hung in the air like a warning, thick with resentment.

Then, with a huff, he turned and stormed off, the others following behind him like a parade of wounded egos.

Nnenna remained seated, unmoved.

A smirk played on her lips.

“Since when did being better than them become a crime?” Let them fume.

Let them scheme.

If they thought they could silence her, they had no idea who they were dealing with.

“Take drastic measures to quell your quest for too much greatness?” She almost laughed.

So now she was the villain?

Just because she had put in the effort to rise above them?

They couldn’t handle the fact that she had trained for a few weeks and already surpassed them, how would they react when she had years of training under her belt?

She leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the table, amused by their outrage.

Overconfidence?

They called it confidence, but in truth, it was entitlement.

They had expected things to go their way simply because they had always been told they were great.

And now, faced with someone who had actually worked for her skills, they couldn’t handle it.

Colluding with Prince Minjun?

Ridiculous.

That deceitful prince was probably still fuming from his own humiliation.

Still, their threat didn’t go unnoticed.

“Drastic measures,” huh?

Let them try.

Since the king had declared she wouldn’t participate in any events, Nnenna had no intention of disobeying, at least, not directly.

But if an opportunity presented itself, she was going to seize it, whether anyone liked it or not.

By the time she returned to the competition grounds, the minor kingdoms had finished their archery rounds, and it was time for the four major kingdoms to compete.

The tension in the air was almost tangible.

Once again, Lionara was placed against Gigangum and Roxurun against Dixan.

The matchups weren’t a coincidence.

After the heated argument between the kings earlier, the decision had been made, this was the perfect way to settle the dispute.

Dixan’s team looked confident, almost arrogant.

Archery was their pride, their strongest discipline.

They had trained for this their entire lives, and they expected nothing less than absolute victory.

The King of Roxurun, on the other hand, remained unreadable.

He neither smiled nor frowned, his face a mask of calm.

No one could tell if he was truly at ease or if a storm brewed beneath his composed exterior.

The competition was about to begin.

The competition started swiftly, with Lionara and Gigangum stepping up first.

The tension in the air thickened as the competitors took their positions.

Gigangum’s representative was their first prince.

When Lionara’s representative stepped forward, murmurs rippled through the crowd.

It wasn’t the first prince.

Instead, it was the second prince.

Gasps and whispers spread like wildfire.

Everyone had expected the eldest prince to compete, especially knowing the strength of their opponent.

But if the second prince had been chosen instead, it could only mean one thing, he was skilled enough to handle the challenge.

The audience leaned forward, eyes locked onto the competitors.

The match was about to begin.

The competition ground was silent, all eyes fixed on the two figures standing at the ready.

On one side was Obinna, the second prince of Lionara, a skilled archer whose calm demeanor masked a lethal precision.

On the other was Asher, the first prince of Gigangum, a warrior known for his strength, arrogance, and near unshakable confidence.

Though Gigangum was famed for its brute force and dominance in hand to hand combat, archery was not their specialty.

Still, Asher smirked, rolling his shoulders as he picked up his bow.

“This should be interesting,” he said loudly, his voice carrying across the field.

“I prefer crushing bones with my bare hands, but I suppose I can humor you all with this little game.” A few chuckles erupted from his kingdom’s section, while others from Lionara exchanged skeptical glances.

“Does he think this is just fun and games?” someone muttered.

“He’s underestimating Prince Obinna,” another whispered.

Obinna, for his part, remained expressionless.

He simply tested the tension in his bowstring and glanced toward the targets ahead.

The rules were simple.

They would each have five shots, increasing in difficulty as the targets moved farther away.

The highest score would determine the winner.

The judge gave the signal.

Asher went first.

He pulled back his bowstring, his muscular arms flexing as he released the arrow.

It shot forward, landing just shy of the center mark.

“Not bad,” someone from Gigangum cheered.

Obinna stepped up.

His stance was effortless, precise.

He pulled the bowstring back, released, and his arrow struck dead center.

The crowd murmured.

“A perfect shot right from the start?” Asher scoffed.

“A lucky hit.

Let’s move on.” The targets were pushed farther back.

Asher exhaled, aimed, and shot.

His arrow landed closer to the center than before but still off by a fraction.

Obinna followed.

His arrow whistled through the air and struck the bullseye once more.

Gigangum’s warriors shifted uncomfortably.

The real challenge began now.

The targets swayed unpredictably.

Asher’s jaw tightened.

He adjusted his stance, calculated the movement, and fired.

His arrow landed on the target, just inside the inner ring.

“Better,” he muttered, smirking.

Obinna barely hesitated.

He took his shot, and once again, bullseye.

“Does he ever miss?” someone from the crowd whispered.

Asher’s smirk faltered.

“Tch.

Let’s see how you handle the next one.” The target shrunk in size, making precision even more difficult.

Asher narrowed his eyes, focusing hard.

He inhaled deeply and released his arrow.

It hit near the bullseye but didn’t quite make it.

The crowd erupted in mixed reactions, some impressed, others wondering if it was enough.

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