With a swift, precise motion, the bolt was fired, its speed piercing the air like a hot knife through butter before striking the center of the target. The craftsmen followed the trajectory with rapt attention.
It was a perfect bullseye.
They were filled with admiration for Zhao Yan’s prowess. Even among the soldiers, few could boast such skill, yet Zhao Yan’s ability seemed truly unfathomable. Zhao Yan himself had not expected his impulsive attempt to yield such an astonishing result, and he found the reverent gazes of the craftsmen difficult to bear.
Chapter 572