Though Wesley said so, he had no intention of giving Sean a chance to back out.

Before he had finished speaking, he had taken up his third and last arrow.

He drew the bow, set the arrow, and aimed.

Wesley did it smoothly and quickly.

As soon as he loosened the fingers, the bowstring shook as the arrow shot out. The black arrow shot like lightning toward the circular target 100 meters away.

Boom!

The ninth ring!

The ninth ring again!

Although it was not a perfect tenth ring, hitting the ninth ring was also pretty good.

"Commander Jokerman's third arrow hit the ninth ring. His total score is 28!"

Gregory announced loudly.

Putting down his longbow, Wesley snorted coldly and stepped aside.

It was Sean's turn to shoot.

"Punk, you exaggerate your abilities. I've given you many chances, but you refuse to give up. Will you only regret it after getting into trouble?"

Wesley said bitterly.

Zander nearby was furious and wanted to lash out instantly, but Sean shook his head at him.