BZZZT—WHOOSH—
Suddenly, Wu Shan released his right hand. The loosed arrow flashed past like a black line, cutting ripples into the air.
Before he could even see it, he heard a loud BANG in the distance. When he turned to look, white ripples radiated from a central impact site on the black Wall, a point no larger than a grain of rice. It was as if a massive boulder had been dropped into a pool of black water; the entire surface was covered in ripples that lingered for a long time.
"See that little white dot in the center? The closer you hit, the more power it registers, and the bigger the ripples," Wu Shan said, slowly exhaling a stale breath. He handed over the Black Flood Dragon bow. "You try."
"Okay."
Mimicking the form he had just seen, Jiang Qiu took an arrow and rested it on the thumb of his left hand, which gripped the bow's riser. He drew a deep breath, stared at the distant white dot, and couldn't help but furrow his brow.
'How do I even aim?'
TAP...
