"Good!"
Chen Fan agreed with a smile, not even glancing at Zhang Ya.
Han Wei furiously yelled at Han Tong, "Han Tong, get over here!"
Han Tong came running with a tearful face, smiling obsequiously, "Sis!"
Han Wei slapped Han Tong on the forehead and sneered, "Han Tong, you're something else. You're ganging up with outsiders to scheme against your own sister, are you looking for a beating?"
Han Tong said with a fawning expression, "Sis, how can you call it scheming? Brother Jiao wanted to see you, but you refused, so we resorted to this desperate measure. Don't be angry, it makes you look old."
"Get lost."
Han Wei kicked Han Tong in the backside, furious, and said, "Just you wait until I deal with you back home."
"Then I won't go home for a few days," Han Tong said with a grin.
"You dare?" Han Wei was extremely angry and snorted, "To chase after the eldest daughter of the Chen family, you'd sell out your own sister. I'll make sure you regret it."
Han Tong quickly dodged away and gave Chen Fan, who was looking at him, a reassuring smile.
Meanwhile, Manager Wang had already had people clean up the mess.
A staff member brought all the arrows and placed them on the archery stand.
"Chairman, we're ready," Manager Wang said.
Chen Fan looked into the archery range. Seventy meters away, a target launching machine was pushed out, with its opening facing the sky.
"The target machine will initially launch colored balls at a rate of one every ten seconds, but the speed will gradually increase, with the last five balls launched at a rate of one per second!"
Han Wei introduced with a cold smile, "The flight time of each ball will also be shortened, from over ten seconds to around seven seconds."
"Fifty balls, and you need a hit rate of ninety percent, meaning you have to hit more than forty-five!"
"This is a hellish difficulty, no one can achieve it. You can still leave now to avoid embarrassment!"
Other archery enthusiasts also showed schadenfreude.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Why do I feel like it's not that difficult?"
"Not difficult?"
Han Wei sneered, and the others burst into laughter.
"Then let's get started."
Han Wei gestured for the crowd to make way and asked, "Do you need someone to hand you arrows? If you don't mind, I can hand them to you myself."
"No need."
Chen Fan glanced at the arrows placed on the stand and refused.
In fact, the reason this archery game was called "hellish" was not only the difficulty of hitting the moving targets but also the speed at which the archer could retrieve and nock an arrow.
Even with someone handing him arrows, the speed would still be insufficient.
An ordinary person takes four to five seconds to nock an arrow, and with a standard release, it takes ten seconds to shoot one arrow.
Calculating this, shooting fifty arrows would take over eight minutes.
And unlike shooting a target with a gun, where one only needs to pull the trigger, archery requires drawing the bowstring each time.
For a compound bow, drawing to a standard half-draw strength of around fifty pounds might not be noticeable for one or two shots, but after more than ten consecutive draws, the hands would ache.
Shooting fifty consecutive arrows would be incredibly difficult, even for someone with superhuman arm strength.
Therefore, Han Wei's offer was clearly a trap for Chen Fan, giving him no chance.
Zhang Ya, who had a good impression of Chen Fan, looked worried.
Chen Fan leisurely nocked the first arrow onto the string and said, "We can start!"
Han Wei nodded, and Manager Wang used his walkie-talkie to instruct the staff at the target machine to begin.
Two seconds later, from seventy meters away, a large red colored ball the size of a tennis ball flew into the air from the target machine.
Chen Fan watched as the colored ball reached a height of over ten meters and began to descend in a parabolic trajectory. He suddenly drew his bowstring to its full extent, and an arrow shot out like a meteor.
With a "whoosh," the colored ball exploded.
A display screen showed the number: Hit 1.
The second colored ball was launched.
Chen Fan casually grabbed an arrow, nocked it, drew the bow, and released it in one smooth motion.
With a "whoosh," the second colored ball was pierced in mid-air seventy meters away.
The third arrow, the fourth arrow...
Chen Fan's movements of retrieving arrows were so rapid that they were barely visible. After nocking an arrow, he shot without any hesitation.
One colored ball after another exploded.
Many people were stunned.
Chen Fan's skill could be called that of a master archer. In a cold weapon era, he would have been a top-tier marksman capable of shooting down a bird in flight.
The numbers on the display screen reached twenty, with no misses.
Han Wei's face twitched.
As a seasoned enthusiast, her archery skills were considered top-notch in the capital, comparable to professional archers.
However, she couldn't achieve what Chen Fan was doing.
His control and accuracy were at a superhuman level.
Putting aside other factors, drawing the bow twenty times in two minutes would be unbearable for her, her hands would ache, and her accuracy would suffer.
After the twentieth ball was shot, the continuously increasing speed of the launches accelerated further, reaching one ball every three seconds.
What did three seconds mean?
However, Chen Fan's arrow retrieval speed was also astonishingly fast; he nocked and shot as soon as he picked up an arrow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Still no misses.
All the archery enthusiasts held their breath, watching Chen Fan display his incredible archery skills.
The flying targets were so fast, yet Chen Fan remained composed, completely defying their expectations.
It was as if Chen Fan were an archery machine, tireless and unerringly accurate.
Han Wei's expression remained calm, but her eyes shone with a strange light.
She had tried this hellish challenge herself. She could hit more than fifteen of the first twenty balls, but after that, she couldn't.
Even Han Tong, who wasn't particularly interested in archery, was now shocked and looked at Chen Fan with deep admiration.
This elder brother was too amazing, as if he were omnipotent and proficient in everything.
From the car racing that night, to drinking, and now archery, this eldest young master of the Chen family was like a god!
Under the rapt attention of the crowd, the numbers on the display screen reached forty.
Forty balls, all precisely hit.
Achieving this level was already unparalleled in the sport of archery. Ancient master archers, like Zhebie, could perhaps only perform at this level.
However, the countdown also reached the final twenty-five seconds.
At this very moment, Chen Fan's vision showed the target machine increasing its launch speed again.
One ball per second, as if it were about to fire the last ten balls in quick succession.
An arrow shot out like lightning, hitting a colored ball, and the second one reached its apex.
The third and fourth followed closely...
The last ten balls were the most difficult because human reaction time was insufficient!
The speed of the last ten balls was very high, and their flight time was shortened to only six or seven seconds.
This meant that from the launch of the tenth-to-last ball to the landing of the very last ball, less than ten seconds passed.
In ten seconds, even with Chen Fan's current speed, he could only draw and shoot three times.
The launched balls would trace parabolic paths, but these trajectories were irregular, adding to the difficulty.
Even a god would be unable to hit all ten of these balls.
For Chen Fan to achieve over ninety percent accuracy, he needed to hit at least five of these ten balls!
Han Wei felt a hint of regret.
Chen Fan's archery was divine, but this standard, which even a god of archery couldn't meet, was indeed impossible.
Just then, Chen Fan, at a speed that made her eyes blur, retrieved an arrow and drew his bow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Amidst the sharp whistling sound of the arrows, Han Wei's eyes widened, her mouth fell open in shock.
There was more than one arrow in flight; there were as many as five.
Five arrows shot simultaneously?