Mo Huan couldn't help but laugh and mock, "You don't even know which direction to face yet you want to shoot your arrow? Don't you worry you won't even get it onto the target?"
Qiao Qing ignored her. Once she got her bow and arrows, she placed the arrow onto the bow.
Everyone under the stage stared at Qiao Qing without blinking. Their hearts were suspended in their throat as they worried for her.
Just as their anxiety reached a new high, the arrow was released and hit the target.
When everyone focused on where the arrow landed, their eyes widened. Some people even exaggerated their actions by rubbing their eyes.
"She hit the center!"
"Oh my god! Even with her eyes blinded, she got 10!"
"This is insane!"
Mo Huan was in disbelief. But she soon found an explanation.
"A blind mouse caught a dead rat. The first shot may be a 10, but the next one may not be! Only if all five get a 10, will you win against sister Pingting!"
