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... leased their bowstrings. Three lines of shadow flew out and nailed their targets.


His eyesight wasn't that good, but he managed to see that the arrows of the other contestants were slightly off the mark and Ying Er's arrow was much closer to the bull's-eye.


Cheers and boos roared from the crowd. Class 6, Ying Er's class, cheered the loudest.


The competition continued into the second round, followed by the third…


Garen didn't understand the rules at all. He ...

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