Ying Qiong had only ever heard the saying that times make heroes. But hearing that Wang Yun deliberately intended to forge opportunities for him, he suddenly thought of another saying: heroes make the times. He did not think Wang Yun was all that extraordinary; he only found it so painstakingly exhausting. How could anyone live like that and not feel tired?
A Beast-man was running through the forest, with Wang Yun in hot pursuit. Leaping into the air, Wang Yun drew his bow and loosed an arrow. With overwhelming momentum, the arrow streaked past the Beast-man, and Wang Yun landed on the ground.
"Always just a fraction off. It seems this mobile archery style just isn't for me," Wang Yun thought. He had been practicing this single shot for half a month.
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