C1538 It's a Waste of Words

Aobing stared at the target. His eyes were bright and focused, and he could see anything moving.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised the bow in his hand.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A series of arrows...

It had to be said that Aobing's moving targets were much more stable than the stationary ones. Every arrow hit the center of the circle