Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"A provocation?" Pang Xingji thought to himself, "Excellent!"

He was a commander of a thousand men, leading the most elite soldiers of the city lord's mansion. If he didn't even have the courage to challenge Lin Ping, how could he establish his authority in the military camp in the future?

So Pang Xingji retreated to a position of one hundred paces. Of course, he dared not be modest any longer, because if he continued to retreat, he would most likely miss the target, and even if he won the competition, he would lose face.

"Brother Pang, please go first."

Lin Ping smiled faintly, his attitude very humble.

To be honest, Lin Ping had a pretty good impression of Pang Xingji. Although he had contradicted Jiang Yunying, he was definitely not the instigator. If Pang Xingji hadn't made things clear to Jiang Yunying, she probably would still be in the dark, which would have led to a loss of morale.

Therefore, Lin Ping had to give his opponent enough face while also overwhelming them with superior strength, so that the opponent and even the soldiers of the entire camp would know his abilities and thus believe his words.

In the military, strength speaks volumes. If Lin Ping had no skill whatsoever, no one would believe him no matter how eloquently he spoke. But if his strength surpassed Pang Xingji's, even his farts would be imitated by others.

"Hmph, then I won't be polite."

Pang Xingji still looked down on Lin Ping and spoke coldly.

After speaking, Pang Xingji placed the crossbow flat in front of his chest, his eyes opening and closing, perfectly aligned with the bullseye.

With his right hand's ten fingers pressed tightly against the scimitar (equivalent to a pistol trigger), he suddenly raised the crossbow slightly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

A sound like tearing silk burst forth as the sharp arrowhead scraped against the air, producing a piercing sound. Finally, with a muffled thud, the arrowhead pierced the bullseye, slightly below it. If the entire target were divided into ten rings, this would be a score of about seven.

"it is good!"

A deafening roar erupted from the military camp. Not only did he hit the bullseye at a distance of a hundred paces, but he was also very close to the center of the target, truly deserving the title of a sharpshooter.

Jiang Yunying's heart sank. She was proud of Pang Xingji's excellent performance, but also worried about Lin Ping. How could this spendthrift who had never even touched a crossbow hit the bullseye? It would be a miracle if he didn't miss.

Did Lin Ping really never touch a crossbow?

What a joke! In his previous lives, he was Lü Bu, who shot the halberd at the gate of the camp.

This short distance is nothing to worry about.

Moreover, he now possesses a cheat code; he can magnify a target hundreds of meters away into the size of a pot lid.

Lin Ping held a broken stick in his hand and kept writing strange numbers on the ground, without making any move.

"Hahaha, this guy must be scared. Even if he prays, it won't help."

The soldiers burst into laughter, thinking that Lin Ping's scribbles were a form of prayer.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Ping had written a large amount of text on the ground. He then slowly stood up and muttered to himself, "I've gotten rusty. It took me so long to solve such a simple high school physics problem."

Clearly, Lin Ping was calculating, using the distance of a hundred paces and the time it took for the arrow to be fired to determine the speed of the arrow, and thus calculating how far the arrow would fall when it hit the target. Those so-called scribbles were actually Arabic numerals.

This is the same principle as Pang Xingji shifting his aim upwards before pulling the trigger, except that Pang Xingji relied on experience, while Lin Ping relied on calculation. Back then, when he shot the halberd at the gate, he relied on calculation.

Of course, Lin Ping could make calculations in this kind of competition, but on the real battlefield, no one would give him time to do so.

Lin Ping also held the crossbow flat in front of his chest, the arrowheads constantly shifting angles, unable to find the correct direction no matter what.

"Get out of the way, don't get hurt by this guy."

One person mocked, while simultaneously running more than ten steps to the left in an exaggerated manner.

It's no wonder others are mocking him; judging from the way Lin Ping holds the crossbow, it's definitely his first time using it.

"You've got it upside down..."

Just as Lin Ping was about to pull the trigger, Jiang Yunying reminded him, lest this guy give him a hole in the ground.

"Oh……"

Lin Ping scratched his head awkwardly and hurriedly turned the crossbow around.

At the same time, Jiang Yunying covered the iron surface with her jade-like hand, no longer wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

She regretted not stopping Lin Ping in time. How could she have placed her hopes on a spendthrift? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

After making a complete fool of himself, Lin Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered to himself, "Activate the 8x scope!"

Lin Ping's left eye can be focused at will, and it can be used not only as a microscope but also as a telescope. Under the effect of an 8x magnification, Lin Ping feels like he is holding a 98K rifle instead of a crossbow.

According to previous calculations, it would take one second for the arrowhead to hit the target and fall about five meters. With the effect of the 8x scope, Lin Ping easily adjusted the height to be five meters diagonally upward.

Bang!

It was the same sound of tearing silk, the same flash of silver light, but no one was optimistic about Lin Ping's arrow.

A moment later, everyone heard the dull thud of an arrow hitting a target, and they all stared in disbelief, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

“Target…bullseye…”

Everyone blinked hard, thinking they were hallucinating, and could only stammer out what they were seeing.

Hearing the sound of the arrow hitting the target, Jiang Yunying was also taken aback, and then looked on in astonishment at the silver arrowhead on the bullseye.

"Is this still my spendthrift husband? How did he become an archery expert?"

Jiang Yunying stared at Lin Ping, looking him up and down with her beautiful eyes.

To be honest, even she herself might not have such superb archery skills.

Of course, over the years she has focused on swordsmanship, and her archery skills are indeed somewhat lacking, even inferior to Pang Xingji's.

Pang Xingji blinked his small eyes, shook his head vigorously, and even ran up to the target to touch the arrowhead before realizing that he had lost.

"Brother Pang, you're too kind!"

Lin Ping chuckled slyly, nearly making Pang Xingji so angry he vomited blood.

"Win two out of three!"

Pang Xingji expressed his dissatisfaction, firstly because he was not satisfied with his own performance, and secondly because he felt that Lin Ping's victory was entirely due to luck, and that he would definitely win if they competed twice more.

Lin Ping waved his hand, still smiling, and said slowly, "After three rounds, it becomes five rounds, after five rounds, it becomes seven rounds... If we keep going like this, it will never end. Why don't I let Brother Pang lose convincingly?"

This guy is really pushing his luck!

Making Pang Xingji accept defeat wholeheartedly? That might be difficult, since Pang Xingji also has a certain chance of hitting the bullseye.

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability."

Pang Xingji said coldly.

Lin Ping did not answer. He secretly sent Li Mingxuan to find an opaque black cloth to cover his eyes completely. He held the crossbow horizontally in his hand, his face as calm as still water.

"Shooting arrows with your eyes closed?"

Everyone was terrified and held their breath, waiting for Lin Ping to make a fool of himself. Of course, a small number of people hoped to see a miracle.

There are three archery methods trained in the military camp: horizontal shooting, foot shooting, and mounted shooting. Mounted shooting is the most difficult, requiring not only considerable accuracy but also the ability to adapt to the high-speed movement of warhorses.

Regardless of the shooting method, it all relied on keen eyesight. They had never heard of anyone being able to shoot an arrow with their eyes closed, and most people thought Lin Ping was just bluffing.

Lin Ping's lips curled into a mysterious smile as he muttered, "Use X-ray vision! Activate the 8x scope!"

With the X-ray vision function, a mere piece of black cloth is like air, and combined with the effect of an 8x scope, it's hard not to hit it.

"Hit...the bullseye...the target...the bullseye."

Everyone's jaws trembled, and they all stammered, forced to look at Lin Ping with reverence.