He drew his bowstring and carelessly shot an arrow into the sky.

What is he doing...

Everyone was stunned.

But in the next moment, a shrill scream came from the sky.

Thud!

A dark shadow fell from midair.

Everyone looked closely and was shocked to see that it was actually a wild goose.

"This kid's archery isn't bad—he can actually shoot down a bird in the sky so easily."

"Just a petty trick."

John Bennett wore a look of disdain.

Indeed, William Bennett's performance was good, but compared to his "Long Eagle Arrow Style," it was not even in the same league.

Thwack! Thwack!

William Bennett shot two more arrows in quick succession...

With each arrow, he managed to shoot down a bird—sparrow, oriole, and the like.

"Kid! Stop embarrassing yourself here and just admit defeat and apologize."

An archer said impatiently.

"Mm, my hands are warmed up now."

William Bennett paid no attention. Through the practice just now, he had found his rhythm.

Next, he took a deep breath and fully activated his left eye, searching the void.

In that instant, his left eye faintly glimmered with a subtle blue hue.

Thwip—

Another arrow shot through the air, as fast as thunder.

Bang!

Another dark shadow fell from the sky.

John Bennett sneered in silence.

But soon, someone cried out in surprise.

"Oh my god! That arrow actually shot down two sparrows at once!"

An archer exclaimed.

Hearing this, John Bennett looked closely and indeed saw that the arrow had pierced through the bodies of two sparrows in one shot.

Two birds with one arrow!

Many people gasped in amazement.

John Bennett's heart skipped a beat—he hadn't expected William Bennett to have such advanced archery skills.

Two birds with one arrow was a legendary feat in archery, something ordinary archers could never achieve.

Even John Bennett himself wasn't very confident he could do it—it depended on luck.

"Sparrows are small, far apart, and flying in the air, constantly moving targets. To shoot two sparrows with one arrow—this is almost on par with Chi Yu's 'Long Eagle Arrow Style.'"

An archer commented.

"This is just an appetizer."

William Bennett smiled calmly.

At these words, everyone was startled.

Could it be that William Bennett had even more impressive archery skills?

William Bennett didn't explain. He simply drew his bow slowly and aimed at a target fifty meters away.

What does this mean?

Again, everyone was puzzled.

Fifty meters is a hundred paces.

Hitting a target at a hundred paces, even hitting the bullseye, was nothing compared to the Long Eagle Arrow Style or two birds with one arrow.

Thwip!

William Bennett released an arrow, slicing through the air and hitting the target fifty meters away.

Bang!

The target trembled slightly, but the arrow didn't hit the bullseye—it was even at the edge of the target.

Sweat beaded on William Bennett's forehead as he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, that arrow almost missed the target..."

Some of the younger family members burst out laughing.

John Bennett couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Did William Bennett miss his shot?

Many people hesitated in confusion, their eyes turning to William Bennett, who remained calm and composed.

As the referee, Emily Bennett looked over, seeking confirmation.

She felt that William Bennett's arrow was not so simple.

"You'll know if you go take a look."

William Bennett said confidently.

At his words, everyone walked over to the target.

At the edge of the target, an arrow was stuck, still trembling slightly.

William Bennett had an archer pull out the arrow.

Everyone stared intently at that arrow.

Soon, the arrow was pulled out!

At the tip of the arrow was a black corpse, about the size of a pea, with faint traces of blood...

What is that!

Someone was stunned.

"Oh my god... it's a fly! A fly!"

A young family member cried out in shock.

What!

Many of the archers present had their eyes bulge in disbelief.

"Oh my god! He shot a fly dead from a hundred paces—how did he do that?"

"At a hundred paces, it's already hard enough to even see a fly, let alone shoot it. And the fly was darting around in midair, completely unpredictable..."

The archery field was in an uproar.

"This... how is this possible!"

John Bennett's face turned pale as he stared at the fly's corpse, utterly dismayed.

If two birds with one arrow could be attributed to luck, then shooting a tiny fly from a hundred paces away was something he could never accomplish.

The target was far too small. At a hundred paces, an ordinary person's eyes couldn't even see it clearly.

The archery contest was quickly settled.

Who was superior was now clear.

"The winner of this archery contest is William Bennett."

Emily Bennett recovered from her shock and gave William Bennett a complicated look.

This was the first time she had truly looked at William Bennett. The youth in her sight was calm and composed, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint, elusive smile, exuding a charm far beyond his peers...

"Now I can leave, right?"

William Bennett walked out on his own.

The people nearby instinctively made way for him.

Most of the family members in the archery field practiced archery. William Bennett's archery skills had won their admiration—even John Bennett had nothing to say.