Han Zhili bit her lip and then took a deep breath, "I understand."
She returned to the field.
After that, she no longer paid attention to Qianxun and picked up her bow and arrow, aiming at the bullseye.
However, as every second passed, Han Zhili was still not ready to release the arrow.
She had no choice but to shoot at the last second.
"Whoosh"
The arrow flew out, and Han Zhili's heart lifted along with it.
Unfortunately, the arrow did not hit her target as expected; it landed on the outermost circle, scoring one point.
Han Zhili's face turned extremely unsightly.
In this situation, unless Su Qianxun performed worse than her, she would have a chance to win.
But is that possible?
In less than ten seconds, Qianxun gave her the answer.
Seeing the arrow embedded in the bullseye, Han Zhili knew that she had no hope of winning this match.
The gold and silver medals were already out of her reach.
She didn't even know if she could win the upcoming battle for the bronze medal.
