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Chapter 177: Unable to Boast Chapter 177: Unable to Boast Obinna’s turn.

He didn’t rush.

His breathing was steady.

He pulled the string back and fired.

Bullseye.

Again.

Gigangum’s supporters began to murmur.

“This is getting ridiculous!” “How is he so calm?” Asher clenched his jaw.

His reputation was on the line.

He couldn’t afford to lose, especially not to someone younger than him.

For the final round, both competitors had to turn their backs to the target, listen to the sound of a bell indicating when to shoot, then turn and fire in one fluid motion.

The bell rang.

Asher twisted, released, his arrow struck the second ring.

He grinned, thinking he had done well.

Then Obinna moved.

His body turned smoothly, bowstring drawn.

The arrow soared through the air, landing dead center once more.

The silence was deafening.

Then, the judge raised a hand.

“Victory goes to Prince Obinna of Lionara!” A roar erupted from Lionara’s side, cheers ringing through the stadium.

Gigangum’s warriors grumbled among themselves.

“Archery isn’t our thing anyway.” “He’s still the strongest in hand to qhand combat!” The match between Obinna, the second prince of Lionara, and Asher, the first prince of Gigangum, had been a predictable one.

Though Gigangum was known for their raw strength and preference for hand to hand combat over weapons, Asher was not entirely unfamiliar with archery.

However, against someone like Obinna, who had trained extensively, the result was predictable, a difficult but clear win for Lionara.

“As expected,” some spectators murmured, nodding at the outcome.

“Gigangum should just stick to smashing things,” someone else scoffed.

Asher, however, did not take the loss lightly.

His face twisted in irritation as he turned to Obinna.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he muttered under his breath.

“A bow and arrow won’t save you in a real fight.” Obinna simply smirked.

“This fight is very real and yet, you still lost.” Before Asher could retort, the next match was announced, one that had everyone eager with anticipation.

Dixan versus Roxurun.

The rivalry between these two kingdoms had been simmering for a while, especially after King Altan of Roxurun challenged King Seungho of Dixan, boasting that Roxurun would defeat them in archery.

Now, it was time to prove those words.

Excited whispers filled the air as the competitors were about to be revealed.

Who would represent each kingdom?

Then, shock rippled through the crowd.

From Roxurun’s side, Prince Ankhbayar stepped forward.

“Wait… the first prince?!” gasped one noble.

Ankhbayar, the very prince who had brought shame to Roxurun before, was now the one stepping up for an archery competition?

The disbelief was heavy in the air.

“Since when did he learn archery?” “Is he trying to redeem himself?” “Did the king really allow this?” Despite the murmurs and doubtful stares, Ankhbayar’s face remained unreadable.

His usual arrogance had been replaced with calm determination.

On the other side, Dixan’s representative emerged.

A tall, composed figure, their first prince, prince ji-ho stepped forward.

The crowd hushed.

This was going to be a match to remember.

Prince Ji-ho stood across from Prince Ankhbayar, his gaze cold and indifferent.

He did not speak much, not because he had nothing to say, but because he simply didn’t find it necessary.

To him, Roxurun was a kingdom of horse riders, not archers.

Their skills with the bow could not possibly match Dixan’s legacy, a kingdom where children were taught archery from the moment they could hold a bow.

But Ji-ho did not voice these thoughts.

He simply watched.

The competition began.

The first round was a basic target shot from a standard distance.

Both competitors raised their bows in perfect synchronization, arrows loosed in the same instant.

Thud.

Both arrows struck dead center.

A murmur of surprise ran through the crowd.

“Roxurun is holding up well?” someone whispered.

Ji-ho’s expression remained unreadable, but he acknowledged it silently.

This might not be as easy as he thought.

The second round tested speed and accuracy.

Moving targets were set in motion, darting across the field.

Ankhbayar’s arrows flew swiftly, striking near perfect shots, proving that Roxurun’s warriors were not completely ignorant of archery.

But Dixan was Dixan.

Ji-ho’s arrows not only hit their marks, but did so with unwavering precision, piercing through the targets with barely any wasted motion.

By the third round, it was clear that Roxurun was strong, but not strong enough.

The final test was a long range precision shot.

The archers were given a single arrow to hit a distant target with perfect accuracy.

Ankhbayar fired first.

His arrow soared through the air, slicing through the wind like a hawk And struck just shy of the bullseye.

The crowd gasped.

It was an impressive shot.

Even those who doubted Roxurun before were nodding in approval.

But then Ji-ho stepped forward.

His movements were slow, deliberate, almost as if he weren’t taking the competition seriously.

He drew his bow, exhaled softly And released.

The arrow cut through the air with flawless precision, landing directly in the center of the bullseye, splitting Ankhbayar’s arrow in half.

Silence.

The moment Prince Ji-ho’s arrow split Ankhbayar’s, the stadium erupted in thunderous applause, but mixed in with the cheers were whispers of disbelief.

“That was way too close,” a noble from Gigangum muttered, shaking his head.

“Dixan won, but did you see how well Ankhbayar performed?

Roxurun isn’t just about horses after all.” Even King Seungho of Dixan, though victorious, could not wear his usual smug expression.

The match had been far too narrow a win for him to gloat.

If anything, King Altan of Roxurun looked more satisfied than disappointed.

His son had proven that Roxurun was far from weak.

Seungho leaned slightly toward his advisor, his voice low.

“I cannot even boast about this victory.

The difference was barely a breath apart.” His advisor nodded.

“True, Your Majesty.

But a win is still a win.” Prince Ji-ho, however, had no such reservations.

He lowered his bow, turned smoothly, and walked away with the same cold indifference he had shown at the beginning.

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