Hei Ze's cheeks twitched, as if his pride had been crushed into mud by a tank. He could see that Wang Dadong's strength was far beyond what he had imagined; he had to give his all to win the upcoming competition.
"What's so great about that, merely hitting my arrow's tail by luck? You scored ten rings, and so did I, just a tie. I haven't lost yet!" Hei Ze said indignantly.
Wang Dadong smiled and said, "Don't worry Hei Ze, if you lost that quickly, how would you satisfy my desire to torment the Dongyin dogs?"
"Damn it, kid, don't get too happy about a tie. You won't be so lucky next time," Hei Ze spat bitterly.
"Referee, add another two hundred meters," Hei Ze copied Wang Dadong and snapped his fingers, but due to his short stature, it only drew a round of mocking booing.
"Add more?" The referee was somewhat confused.
Adding another two hundred meters would make it a thousand meters, which would truly exceed the range of a compound bow.
"What? Not possible?" Hei Ze frowned.