Murong Ye's breath caught in his throat.
Before he could respond, Ye Yunfeng had already drawn another arrow, pulling the bowstring taut—
Seeing the cold glint of the arrowhead, Murong Ye's eyelid twitched, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
The corner of Ye Yunfeng's lip curled up. He turned slowly, his back as straight as a blade about to be unsheathed.
SWISH—THWACK!
The arrow struck dead center!
The entire sequence was as smooth as flowing water. He had fired two arrows before anyone even had time to react!
One arrow to split the fletching of Murong Ye's, the other landing squarely in the bullseye of his own target!
From start to finish, Ye Yunfeng hadn't even made any extra preparations or adjustments. He had just casually raised his bow and landed two perfect shots!
The grounds fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
It was Ye Yunfeng who broke the silence. "Assistant Teacher, this score can be counted as normal, right?"
