Kim Seonmi felt that sliver of suspicion she had just suppressed rising up once again.
She had no evidence, but she had this premonition: He Tiantian, she did it on purpose!
As she thought so, Kim Seonmi’s hand hesitated while drawing the bow.
Whoosh!
Her arrow also pressed the line, but it pressed right at the boundary between the eighth ring and the nine rings.
"Nine rings, it must be nine rings!"
Kim Seonmi and her audience prayed desperately in their hearts.
Of course, while praying for her own good performance, they didn’t forget to curse He Tiantian too: she must also get nine rings, nine rings!
This way, Kim Seonmi might win by one ring again.
Next ca the third arrow of the second round.
He Tiantian continued to press the line.
Seeing her sowhat regretful expression, pressing the line was definitely not her expectation.
She seed to also despise herself for always treading the margins.
Kim Seonmi saw He Tiantian’s reaction, and far from feeling secretly pleased, that absurd suspicion in her heart beca clearer.
She even began to wonder, to what extent had He Tiantian’s archery skills developed?
Could she have mastered the Divine Archer, the "Hundred-step Piercing" from Hua Country legends? Hit whatever she aid at?!
Is that possible?
How old was He Tiantian, barely eighteen.
Even if she started practicing from childhood, it would only be more than ten years till now.
Besides, a teenage girl, with no experience in major battles, how could she be so calm and mature?
Not only ensuring her own score but also intentionally using this line-pressing technique to create psychological pressure for her opponent?!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
As Kim Seonmi emphatically denied it in her heart, she couldn’t help but think wildly.
"Kim Seonmi! Focus!"
The coach noticed Kim Seonmi’s mind wandering again, she truly wanted to rush up and slap her twice.
But this was an international competition arena, with who knows how many spectators on-site and in front of the TV, the coach could only suppress the rage and scold loudly.
Kim Seonmi was jolted back to attention by her coach, she dared not think wildly anymore, pursed her lips tightly, and shot her arrow with all her might.
Tenth ring!
Boom!
The venue erupted with deafening cheers once again.
But soon after, the cheers abruptly ceased.
Because the referee had gone to retrieve the arrows, and the two undetermined arrows of He Tiantian were clearly within the tenth ring.
So, He Tiantian’s three arrows were three 10 rings again.
The myth of "Tenth Ring He" continued to be written by He Tiantian.
And Kim Seonmi’s undetermined ring, unfortunately, landed within the eighth ring.
"He Tiantian has taken the second round with a two-ring advantage, totaling 4 points over two rounds!"
The announcer said with uncontainable excitent.
Although rationality kept reminding him to restrain himself, to be mindful of the impact.
But, but, the void in archery was about to be filled with the colors of a champion by a young contender, and as a Hua Country person, he felt honored, he, he almost couldn’t control himself.
Even the professionally trained announcer was this excited, not to ntion the audience on-site.
Moreover, during the competition earlier, everyone had been infuriated by so spectators in the opposing stands.
They were concerned about Hua Country’s image and didn’t dare to show any confrontation.
But now, outside of competition ti, they could let loose their voices and cheer to their heart’s content.
In the not-so-large archery arena, flags fluttered, banners waved, and the audience shouted, laughed, and clapped rrily.
Whereas the audience from Cosmic Country fell into a deathly silence.
This clear disparity in the atmosphere at the venue seed a bit abnormal but put enormous psychological pressure on Kim Seonmi.
Of course, the main culprit that unraveled her composure was He Tiantian’s "line-pressing."
She did it on purpose!
She must have done it intentionally!
Under such unstable emotions, the third round of the competition began.
Whoosh!
He Tiantian continued to press the line.
Kim Seonmi felt imnse pressure and humiliation.
Yes, humiliation.
He Tiantian’s arrogance wasn’t just confidence in her own skills, but contempt for her opponent.
And as a competitor sharing the stage with He Tiantian, Kim Seonmi felt incredibly stifled.
She slowly picked up the bow, but her usually steady arm trembled slightly.
This tremor was almost invisible to the naked eye, but as the person involved, Kim Seonmi felt it.
She took a deep breath, drew the bow fully, and rested the bowstring against her lips.
This was her signature move to adjust her state and stabilize herself.
As if by touching the bowstring with her body, she could control the bow and arrow.
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