Chapter 1076: Luofeng Tang Takes the Stage
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Yan Huai'an had already arrived. He arranged two stools behind the elders, and Yang Ruqing sat beside him.
His gaze swept past the four elders sitting on that side, each with their own distinct features: a white-haired elder at the front.
Two elderly men, looking like mud Bodhisattvas, stood on the edge.
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Next to him was another old man with white hair.
He sat there, his face bearing an air of majesty, his gaze sweeping across the room with a discerning look in his eyes.
“That is Elder Xiao.”
When Yan Huai'an saw Yang Ruqing's eyes glance towards the elders, he lowered his voice and reminded her.
Yang Ruqing nodded.
At that moment, a loud trumpet blast echoed from the front.
As soon as the sound rang out, it instantly silenced the noise of the onlookers in the room.
The hall fell silent. The Grand Elder rose to his feet, gesturing around with his hand, then cleared his throat and prepared to begin his opening remarks.
Yang Ruqing cocked her ear to listen.
At the beginning, as usual, there were some cliché opening remarks, welcoming this and that, fully demonstrating their grassland people's warm hospitality.
Soon, the Grand Elder got to the point.
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“Today’s contestants are the fresh blood of our tribe. You are the eagles of this prairie, and it’s time to spread your wings and fly.”
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“The mission to revitalize the entire clan will fall into your hands. And we old-timers should take a break.”
The octogenarian elder, when he shouted, had a voice as powerful and clear as if he were using a loudspeaker.
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"This year's Naadam Festival is your time to shine, young warriors. Let the games begin!"
When the high priest finished speaking, there was another sound of cannon fire from that direction.
Then, the first round of projects will begin.
There are a total of three traditional events: archery, wrestling, and horse racing.
Yan Huai'an subconsciously started acting as a live commentator for Yang Ruqing.
“The first round is archery,” he said.
Yang Ruqing nodded.
Ahead, on the vast competition field, the participating athletes were making their way onto the stage one by one.
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"Xiao Mang"
"Xiao Mang"
Around the arena, enthusiastic young girls had already impatiently shouted the name of the warrior in the center of the field.
The sound shook the heavens, and the passion was like fire.
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Yang Ruqing's eyes, however, in a crowd of people, directly saw Luo Fengtang.
The other thirty-nine contestants were all just there for show.
Tang Ya Zi, is the most handsome one. The archery competition began soon.
The venue is really spacious. The contestants stand in a line, with a certain distance between each person.
Two wooden stakes were driven into the ground, and a target made of animal hide was hung from them.
The target was marked with a red heart.
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And behind the contestants, on a rack of wood, various models of bows and arrows were lined up.
Contestants are free to choose the bows and arrows they are most comfortable with.
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Perhaps concerned that Yang Ruqing wouldn't understand, Yan Huai'an patiently took on the role of explainer.
He pointed to the rows of bows laid out and said, "According to past practice, Xiao Mang and that day Song would choose bows weighing about one hundred jin, while others would choose bows weighing fifty to eighty jin."
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Yang Ruqing nodded, her gaze fixed on the other side of the arena.
The competing archers have begun selecting their arrows according to the order of appearance.
In the previous few rounds, Yang Ruoning wasn't paying much attention. It was just a matter of drawing the bow and shooting arrows, then having someone check the scores and record them.
Except for the occasional spark, there wasn't much that was overly exciting.
It was the day for Song and Xiao Mang to take the field.
The stadium began to buzz with excitement, and the fans of both sides grew tense as well.
Cheer them on!
Even the elders, in their group of four, couldn't help but whisper to each other.
As Yan Huai'an had predicted, both of them held bows in their hands, each weighing over a hundred jin.
They walked onto the field, began to draw their bows, aim, and shoot arrows. Then Yang Ruqing heard cheers from all around her.
On the field, the first wave of excitement finally arrived.
"That day, Song and Xiao Mang both had amazing scores, hitting nine out of ten shots. It was truly impressive!"
Besides, Yan Huai'an was also excited.
Yang Ruqing couldn't help but be slightly surprised by this result.
Nine out of ten shots hit the target, that's truly impressive.
However, it will be even harder for Tang YaZi to defeat Ri Song next.
Every shot must hit its target.
Where's Tang YaZi Why hasn't he gotten his chance to play yet Yang RuQing craned her neck, searching for that familiar figure.
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"Yang girl, look quickly, the Luo brothers are over there, he's going to take the stage." Yan Huai'an pointed in that direction.
Yang Ruqing has already seen it.
Luofeng Tang is selecting a bow and arrow.
He walked straight past the bows of the other contestants, not even glancing at them.
He picked up the same type that Rì Sōng and Xiāo Máng had used, weighing it in his hand.
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He shook his head and put it back.
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Then, he went straight to the top of the wooden frame and took down the huge iron bow that was ignored by everyone, holding it in his hand.
He raised his hand to caress the bow, nodding slightly, seemingly quite pleased.
"My goodness, Brother Luo, are you going to take that bow"
On the side, Yan Huai'an's surprised voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.
She turned her head and saw the normally calm and collected elder, his face showing an unbelievable astonishment.
"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with that iron bow" she asked.
From its appearance, it looks much larger than they were that day.
Yan Huai'an said: "That bow weighs five hundred jin. In our place, no warrior has dared to challenge it for over a hundred years."
"The warrior who could challenge that bow, was known as Zhebie throughout the steppe. He is also called the God Archer."
Yang Ruqing probably understood.
My heart was both excited by Luofeng Tang's bravery and worried about the high-difficulty challenge he was about to face. I secretly wiped a cold sweat from my brow.
Come on, darling! On the field, Luofeng Tang took that ancient bow, which no one had dared to challenge for a hundred years, and stepped onto the field with steady and agile steps.
Around the venue, the noisy spectators instantly fell silent.
A myriad of eyes shot from the surrounding area toward the young man in the middle of the field.
Even the four elders fell silent, their attention fixed on the solitary figure in the center of the arena.
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Yang Ruqing couldn't help but stand up, holding her breath and looking in that direction.
Only to see Luofeng Tang stand still, he held a iron bow in one hand and the other behind his back.
He seemed to be catching something, not rushing to draw his bow and aim at the target ahead.
"Tweet"
A shrill, piercing shriek suddenly swept across the top of their heads.
Everyone looked up, and beneath the blue sky and white clouds, a flock of dark birds galloped towards them from afar.
“It’s a black vulture.”
“Hurry, protect the cattle and food”
Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm.
What were previously distant specks on the horizon swooped in quickly, circling above our heads.
In mid-air, those ferocious and bloodthirsty eyes glared down at the crowd below, as if searching for their prey.
Leading the way was a giant black raven.
Then the wings unfolded, almost big enough to cover the sky.
Yang Ruqing was also startled to see these black birds suddenly appear.s clearly the result of professional guidance.It is enough to bully those defenseless commoners, or those powerless women who can only scream.To come and bully Yang Ruqing is simply not enough. This o...