World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 87 - 87 84 Shoot!

87: Chapter 84: Shoot!

This is Impossible!

87: Chapter 84: Shoot!

This is Impossible!

Seeing Suo Lun blindfold himself with a black cloth, everyone was completely baffled—what on earth was Suo Lun doing?

“Suo Lun, what do you mean by this?” Li Nianzhen said coldly.

Suo Lun replied, “Since the eyes can’t see, the vague light and shadows are but a disturbance, it’s better to plunge into complete darkness.”

At this moment, a noble male student sneered, “Suo Lun sure knows how to play his cards.

Now even if he scores zero, he has an excuse.

It’s not that my abilities are lacking, it’s that I chose a difficulty level that’s three times higher, and I even blindfolded myself, so it’s not a defeat borne from my own capabilities.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone suddenly saw the light and looked towards Suo Lun with even more disdain.

Such sly scheming this man has; his character is indeed despicable.

Li Nianzhen sneered to herself, letting Suo Lun make a fool of himself with his eyes covered.

Then, she reported Suo Lun’s choice of the third-tier standard, which, in her view, was no different from the first.

Either way, the result would be zero—a complete fail.

Suo Lun’s actions would only serve to turn him into an utter laughingstock.

…

Why did Suo Lun choose a bow of three hundred and eighty jin instead of one of two hundred and fifty jin?

Because he was aiming for the highest score.

Although the difficulty level of the third tier was three or four times higher, to him, there was no difference between the third, second, or even the first tier.

If the theory of blind shooting he had in mind was useless, then even aiming in the first tier wouldn’t result in a hit.

As for pulling the three hundred and eighty jin bow being somewhat difficult, he would just keep using Dragon Qi critical hits.

“All candidates have finished selecting their difficulty level.

The archery test officially begins!” Instructor Li Nianzhen announced.

“Dang!” Then the chief examiner struck the bell to signal the start.

The staff then set up the targets according to the candidates’ chosen difficulty levels.

Suo Lun had chosen the third tier, so his fixed target was two hundred and fifty meters away—a full half mile.

Even with eyesight unimpaired, one could barely see the rings on the targets.

The arrangement of these targets was extremely strict; every angle, every line had to be aligned with no room for error.

The other students began to draw their bows and nock their arrows, while Suo Lun instead set his bow and arrow down.

He then turned in the direction of Zhi Ning, and although he could see nothing, he intently faced Commandery Princess Zhi Ning with the black cloth covering his eyes.

“Commandery Princess Zhi Ning, you blinded my eyes, but I will have no complaints and need no sympathy,” Suo Lun said slowly.

“There was once a musician, perhaps you have never heard of him.

After he became completely deaf, he composed the most classic, the most soul-stirring symphonies.

Because, art is created with the heart, and music too is composed with the soul.”

As soon as he said this, for some reason, many in the audience truly began to believe that Suo Lun had been framed by Commandery Princess Zhi Ning and had been blinded by her.

With his eyes covered in black cloth, Suo Lun slowly glanced over the crowd, and said, “Today, I want to tell all of you that even if the eyes cannot see, one can shoot arrows with heart, with spiritual power, with the mind.”

Afterward, Suo Lun’s voice suddenly rose as he shouted, “Today, I want to see if I can grasp Destiny by the throat!”

Having said that, he picked up the three hundred and eighty jin bow in front of him, released his Dragon Qi, and forcefully drew it.

The three hundred and eighty jin bow could be drawn by his own strength, but he could not maintain it.

However, at this moment, the Dragon Qi stored in Yao Xing was enough for one or two hundred Dragon Qi critical hits.

Thus, drawing the bow with Dragon Qi was effortless.

And just as he forcefully drew the three hundred and eighty jin bow, Zhi Ning and Li Nianzhen among others, had their eyes wide open in shock.

They knew very well how weak Suo Lun’s own strength was.

Yet, he had now effortlessly drawn a bow of three hundred and eighty catties.

Then, everyone held their breath, staring at Suo Lun’s arrow.

However, Suo Lun didn’t shoot, he simply aimed quietly without moving an inch.

A full minute passed, and Suo Lun still hadn’t fired.

Other students inwardly cursed, then one after another began to draw their bows and start shooting.

…

Shooting blindfolded was undoubtedly a pipe dream, an implausible fantasy even in a dream.

Before, his eyes still had a very, very faint glimmer of light and shadow.

But now, with the black cloth over his eyes, total darkness enveloped him.

What should he do?

How should he aim?

This was a matter of great precision, even seriousness; it certainly couldn’t be achieved by mere sentiment, nor was it something that could be accomplished with “shoot from the heart” kind of motivational platitudes.

After Suo Lun completely closed his eyes, he entered deeply into his own Spiritual Illusion.

Since his eyes could not see, he decided not to use his eyes at all, but instead to sense everything with his spiritual power.

“Master, you need to completely calm your heart’s lake, there must not be a single ripple,” Yao Xing advised.

Suo Lun completely abandoned all his emotions, allowing his heart’s lake to become utterly calm.

The well water within the Spiritual Illusion was totally still without any ripples, the reflected moon absolutely complete.

His entire being was devoid of sadness, grief, or any disturbance.

Picking up the bow, he set the arrow in place, but did not draw it; instead, he roughly aimed the arrowhead at the target’s position.

“Yao Xing, my current cultivation level is too weak.

Can you confirm that you can sense the hit and feedback when I shoot out the Dragon Qi?” Suo Lun asked.

“I can,” Yao Xing responded.

“I am exceptionally sensitive to energy, especially the Dragon Qi released by myself.”

Thus, Suo Lun began to gather a surge of Dragon Qi, channeling it into his hand.

“Whoosh…” The Dragon Qi shot through the arrow tip, fiercely shooting out while the arrow remained still; it was the Dragon Qi that fired.

Although Suo Lun’s Dragon Qi was weak, it could still shoot very far, in a perfectly straight line unaffected by gravity.

A moment later, the Dragon Qi vanished from sight, with no feedback of a hit, indicating the Dragon Qi had not struck the target.

Once the arrow target was hit, the Dragon Qi would bounce back and be immediately captured by Yao Xing, signifying Suo Lun had aimed correctly.

This was his theory of blind shooting, untested by any trial.

And all this relied on Yao Xing, for only it could capture the reflected Dragon Qi.

“No hit,” Yao Xing said, Suo Lun’s first Dragon Qi projection had missed the target, hence there was no reflection.

In the darkness, Suo Lun slightly adjusted his angle, once again gathering Dragon Qi before unleashing it fiercely.

“No hit…”

“No hit…”

“No hit…”

After countless misses in a grueling process, Suo Lun had to keep adjusting his aim in the dark, condensing the Dragon Qi, then projecting it towards the direction of the target.

And to everyone else, Suo Lun simply remained in the shooting position, motionless.

Fifteen times, eighteen times, twenty-three times…

Never a hit, Suo Lun showed no impatience but continued to carefully adjust his orientation, carrying on with firing Dragon Qi.

“It hit!” Yao Xing suddenly said.

On the thirty-third attempt, the Dragon Qi that Suo Lun shot out finally struck the target.

“The Dragon Qi hit the target, but not the bullseye,” Yao Xing said.

“Because the red at the center of the target is dyed with deer blood, a portion of the Dragon Qi will be absorbed upon impact, and then reflect back.”

Suo Lun fine-tuned his direction once again.

Once, twice, three times, four times, five times…

“You hit it, right in the center,” Yao Xing said.

“Remember, it’s that spot, exactly that spot.”

When the Dragon Qi collided with the deer blood at the center of the target, some of it reflected back, the rest disappeared into the deer blood.

Therefore, Yao Xing knew clearly that he had hit the bullseye.

That spot, exactly that spot, as long as you aim in this direction, you will definitely hit the bullseye.

But he couldn’t shoot now because retrieving the arrow and shooting would cause movements that could lose the currently perfect position.

Next, with Yao Xing’s help, Suo Lun began constructing a virtual environment of the entire archery range in the mental “Spiritual Illusion.”

The previous Dragon Qi shot that found the bullseye’s location was to obtain the most precise data for the virtual space construction in his mind.

A distance of two hundred and fifty meters, the position of the target, the height of the target, where the bullseye is.

Suddenly, the complete space inside their minds was constructed by Yao Xing and Suo Lun, with absolute hundred percent accuracy.

Inside this “Spiritual Illusion,” there were only two objects.

One was the bullseye of the target, two hundred and fifty meters away, at a height of one meter and twenty-three centimeters.

The other object was Suo Lun himself.

And when he made a move in reality, his counterpart in the “Spiritual Illusion” did also, without any discrepancy.

So next, all he needed to do was aim within the “Spiritual Illusion.”

He couldn’t see in reality, but in the “Spiritual Illusion,” he could.

This theory was something Suo Lun had come up with all by himself.

Whether it could be successful, he truly did not know—only heaven knew.

Because, even a tiny bit of inaccuracy would lead to failure.

Suo Lun pulled the bow with force and began to aim.

In the “Spiritual Illusion,” Suo Lun also violently pulled his bow, aiming.

Locking onto the bullseye target two hundred and fifty meters away.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Fully locked on!

…

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…”

The other fifteen students, after aiming, shot their arrows one by one.

Their results were just so-so, hitting the target about seventy percent of the time.

Although not very good, it was enough to pass the graduation exam.

Only Suo Lun alone stood still, aiming in the dark.

While others had loosed five arrows, Suo Lun still hadn’t moved.

While others had shot ten, Suo Lun still hadn’t drawn his bow.

As others unleashed fifteen, twenty arrows, he still did not move, as if frozen there.

Everyone else had targets at ninety meters, one hundred and fifty meters out, only Suo Lun’s target was two hundred and fifty meters away.

Everyone’s bows were one hundred and eighty jin, two hundred and fifty jin, but his bow alone was three hundred and eighty jin.

The exam had a time limit, and twenty arrows needed to be shot within a quarter of an hour.

Now, the other fifteen students had already shot their twenty arrows, and there were only three minutes left until the end of the exam time.

“Suo Lun, you have three more minutes,” Li Nianzhen looked at the scale of the hourglass and said.

“After three minutes, whether you shoot randomly or not at all, the score will be zero.”

“Just shoot randomly for a bit, Suo Lun,” one male student said.

“Stop pretending to take aim, as none of us have any expectations for your score anyway.”

Just then, Suo Lun, who had stood motionless, suddenly pulled his bow forcefully.

All eyes on the scene widened, waiting for Suo Lun’s first arrow.

Of course, no one had any expectations for Suo Lun’s score, they just wanted to see by how much he would miss the target.

Princess Zhining narrowed her eyes elegantly; Suo Lun’s arrow, if shot, could signify his and the Suo Family’s downfall.

Jian Ning also concentrated all his Dragon Qi, feeling that Suo Lun, facing destruction, might shoot his arrow at Princess Zhining.

…

At that moment, Suo Lun held his breath; he had completely locked onto the target, aimed perfectly.

Destiny’s throat, whether I can seize you, will be decided now.

I won’t pray; if it is to hit, then it will.

If it doesn’t, then I choose destruction!

Suo Lun gathered all his rage, all his determination, and then burst forth violently.

“Whoosh…”

His arrow, like a shooting star, shot out in an instant.

“Crack…” Just about one second later.

The arrow drew a line like a straight parabola, hitting the target directly.

Right in the center!

“Hahaha…” The laughter that was supposed to follow stopped abruptly.

Princess Zhining, Jian Ning, and Batu nearly shot up from their seats.

All eyes were filled with disbelief, staring at that one arrow.

Right in the center, truly right in the center.

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