Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 140 True Dragons Don't Swim in Shallow Waters
Last second.

Li Jinsong was simply surprised, pleased, and moved that Chen Baiyu was able to draw a 140-pound bow and hit the bullseye.

I believe that new talents emerge in every generation, and this young man already has the potential to become an Olympic champion.

But the next second he realized he was wrong.

Zhongshi has no arrowheads!

Shoot the stone and drink the feather!

This is not just about Olympic champions!
This arrow made him feel as if he were seeing the Flying General Li Guang reincarnated.

This left Li Jinsong speechless for a long time.

Zhao Lei was also somewhat bewildered by what he was seeing.

Having been shocked by Chen Baiyu's several encounters, he, being a well-versed reader of online novels, couldn't help but let his mind wander to terms like "the underworld," "national martial arts," and "untouchable by ordinary people."

I kept imagining more and more things.

See this.

Chen Baiyu's gaze helplessly fell back to the antique-style longbow in his left hand.

The dark brown, glossy laminated wood bow now exhibited an extremely unnatural, relaxed curve, as if it had just endured an unbearable battle.

That's certainly a valid point.

Chen Baiyu instantly figured out its limit and then used precise control to push it above that limit without hesitation.

Li Jinsong was reluctant to use his bicycle too hard.

He stood up and kicked.

So at this moment, there is a thin but clear crack on the smooth, curved part of the body, just above the handle. The wood fibers have been stretched to their limit by brute force, and the structure has been damaged.

The horn composite bowstring, which was originally as taut as steel wire, now droops somewhat weakly, having lost its heart-stopping sharp tension.

Several obvious signs of fiber fuzzing and localized twisting can even be seen on the surface of the bowstring due to instantaneous overload stretching.

If badminton players saw such marks on their rackets, they would probably jump up in fright.

In short, this "pure power toy" that Li Jinsong described as having considerable collectible value almost collapsed internally and was essentially rendered unusable after enduring Chen Baiyu's terrifying, instantaneous, and fully unleashed explosive force that far exceeded its limits.

There's just nothing we can do about it.

The incident happened suddenly and the situation was urgent.

He didn't have time to play the game of "nine shallow and twelve deep" with controlled tension; he had to immediately and seriously go all in and all out.

As he pondered, his gaze then shifted horizontally.

From a distance of more than ten meters, the camera focused precisely on the sturdy hardwood partition wall next to the shelf.

The scene at that moment was extremely shocking.

The white feathers of an arrow, like a cold-blooded judge, were deeply embedded in the hard solid wood wall, with nearly half the length of the arrow shaft disappearing into the wall!
The arrow, carrying fragments of the pot, even pierced through the wood fiber layer and became lodged between the deeper plaster layer and the brickwork, demonstrating a terrifyingly indestructible penetrating power.

The oversized stainless steel thermos, now pierced through, hangs pitifully on the arrow shaft, like a victim nailed to a cross.

The entire pot was almost pierced and torn apart, its edges were ripped and curled up by the immense force, like an irregular metal wound bitten by a wild beast.

Centered on the arrow hole, a dense network of cracks radiated out from the wall, clearly depicting the path of the immense and unstoppable force transmitted at the moment of impact.

The thermos flask, due to its own weight and the way it was hung, which almost tore it apart, was swaying slightly with a slow and ominous "creak".

This visually striking scene naturally attracted everyone in the club who was able to move.

Many people even forgot about the bows and arrows in their hands, staring in disbelief at this illogical scene.

People nearby instinctively took a few steps back, moving away from the area that seemed to still carry a sharp aura.

But soon, the clicking of mobile phone cameras filled the air. Some trainees took pictures of this "wall of heroes" with shocked expressions, while some staff members instinctively took pictures of this unexpected scene to keep records.

Many members were also staring intently at Chen Baiyu, the one who had caused all of this.

Even in the corners of the safe zone, people couldn't help but whisper among themselves, the shock permeating the air as if it were a tangible emotion.

Chen Baiyu calmly withdrew her gaze.

It was as if the horrifying artwork he had created had nothing to do with him.

He turned to Li Jinsong beside him.

The vice president of the archery association seemed to have become a living stone sculpture, his mouth still slightly open, staring intently at the scene on the wall.

"Mr. Li," Chen Baiyu's voice broke the silence, his tone as calm as if asking for directions, "This bow and the wall... you don't need to pay for them, right?"

He brandished the nearly ruined replica of an antique longbow in his hand as a gesture.

Li Jinsong felt as if he had just woken up from a brief nightmare.

He suddenly shuddered.

As if struck by an electric current, his eyes regained focus from the shock and confusion and turned to Chen Baiyu.

Looking at Chen Baiyu's calm and expressionless face, and hearing the casually uttered words "loss money," a strong, almost absurd impulse surged into his mind.

Lose money?

All I want right now is for my wife to drop everything and rush in to see the deity!
The thought flashed through his mind like a barrage of comments, almost escaping his lips.

However, he suppressed this strong urge and the instinct to roll his eyes.

As an old man who had spent most of his life immersing himself in archery and regarded it as his second life, he knew all too well the inhuman and terrifying value contained in that arrow that seemed to "pierce through the stars"!
This isn't the kind of bullseye shot you get after slowly adjusting your breathing, locking onto a fixed target, and aiming for ages!

This is an emergency!

It happened in the blink of an eye!
It was a critical moment!
In the instant Qi Yueyao fell and the teapot began to fall, Chen Baiyu...

The observation was completed in less than a moment.

Instantly scanned and calculated Qi Yueyao's staggering posture, the trajectory of the falling pot, the predicted force transmission, the texture of the wall, the location of the shelf, and all possible obstacles in the surrounding crowd...

And then without any hesitation!

There was absolutely no concern about "what if the shot misses and injures someone"!

It was an almost cold, absolute confidence, convinced that this was the only solution!
Grab that 140-pound monster bow that an ordinary person can't even fully draw, let alone use in an emergency!

Draw the bow and arrow! Pull it to a full moon!
The movements were executed in one smooth, fluid motion, as natural as breathing!
It wasn't a bow that was drawn, but a bolt of lightning!
The target was not a stationary target, but an irregularly shaped, small, moving target that was falling at high speed!

Then he shot!

quick! allow! ruthless!
impartial!
Pierce through! Nail the wall!
All in one go!
This is hardly a skill or trick.
This is so beautiful, it's like a work of art from mythology!
Precise to the point of cruelty! Ruthless to the point of perfection!
The control over power is exquisite!

Legend has it that General Li Guang could shoot arrows into stones, with the arrowheads deeply embedded in them. Later generations marveled at his incredible strength and precision!

But what we see before us is more than that.

That's close to hitting a target from a hundred paces away!

It's no less impressive than shooting the halberd at the gate!

Chen Baiyu's arrow was a perfect combination of power, speed, reaction, calculation, courage, and control at the pinnacle!

It was truly earth-shattering!
It is a pinnacle realm that mortals cannot even comprehend!
Li Jinsong felt that his worldview had been completely pierced by this arrow and nailed to the wall.

A myriad of thoughts surged through his mind like a torrent, yet less than three seconds had passed in reality.

The slight pang of heartache at the loss of his beloved bow was instantly washed away by the unparalleled shock.

Countless historical legends and images of top archers flashed through his mind.

He tried to find a point of reference, but eventually found that those people paled in comparison.

A sense of professional mission surged within me, fueled by adrenaline: such a genius must not be allowed to be buried in the mundane world!
He must belong to the bow and arrow!
It belongs to a broader stage!

World record? Olympics? Those are just stepping stones to his godhood!

"Of course—we don't need to pay any compensation!"

Li Jinsong took a deep breath, his voice trembling noticeably with extreme excitement, but every word was resolute and filled with undeniable sincerity.

"Mr. Chen! Your help in averting an undeserved disaster is already an immense kindness! What are a mere bow and a wall compared to that?!"

"Your...your skill...is simply..."

He stared intently at Chen Baiyu, his gaze burning with an intensity that seemed almost scorching.

Before he could utter the words of praise he was about to say, Chen Baiyu had already nodded knowingly.

His expression remained calm.

It was as if he was just saying "I understand".

He casually placed the nearly ruined, but valuable, antique-style longbow on the quiver stand next to him, as casually as if he were putting down an empty paper cup.

He then strode forward, preparing to walk directly towards Qi Yueyao, who was surrounded by the crowd.

The little girl had been helped to sit on a rest chair, and the club's resident medical staff was listening to her heart and taking her blood pressure and pulse with a tense but professional attitude.

My second uncle nervously rubbed his hands together, his eyes even turning red.

The female coach also squatted down beside her with a worried expression.

Just as Chen Baiyu took a step and left, Li Jinsong's heart, which had been burning with excitement because of the "miracle," could no longer contain itself!

The brief shock and silence just now seemed to be accumulating even more intense energy for this moment of explosion!

"Mr. Chen! Please wait!"

Li Jinsong almost shouted hoarsely, his voice distorted by immense excitement and urgency.

Before anyone could fully recover from the shock, these words, like a sharp arrow piercing the air, drew everyone's attention back to him.

Chen Baiyu stopped in her tracks and stood still.

He turned his face halfway to the side, his dark, jade-like eyes sweeping calmly over Li Jingsong, carrying an obvious questioning tone.

This brief reaction time was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Li Jinsong.

He didn't dare wait for Chen Baiyu to refuse or question him. He rushed to Chen Baiyu in one stride, speaking in a trembling tone that was almost like "bowing down," a mixture of fanatical worship and extreme longing.

He poured out the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time but had been stirred and sublimated by that arrow just now:

"Please be sure to join our Chengdu Archery Association!"

This is not an invitation.

It was a plea!

It is the believers calling for the gods to return to their rightful place!

Before the slight question in Chen Baiyu's eyes could spread, Li Jinsong continued speaking at a rapid pace, like a machine gun firing, his spittle almost flying out:

"If you just nod your head, the position of president is yours! I can go to the current president's house today and try to drag him out of bed tonight!"

"Tell that old Deng what a miracle is! What a gap is! I'd even tie him up if I could! That old Deng has to step down!"

He speaks without thinking.

He excitedly gestured with his hands as if he were "tying someone up," his face showing no sign of joking.

Such existence.

We must stand at the very top of this field!

Current president?

If that old man, the chairman, saw what just happened, he'd be even more fanatical than I am! What's abdication compared to handing over the reins? Giving it up without hesitation would be too slow!

He had already imagined the chairman's reaction after seeing the video, and he would probably be even more radical than him in wanting to push Chen Baiyu to the forefront!
"I'd stake my reputation on this for half my life! If you're willing, in a very short time, you can make the world's attention focus on China! And restore the mythical glory of archery, a glory that surpasses all other extreme sports!"

"It is time for this realm to welcome a true new king! You are the chosen one! The one and only king!"

Li Jinsong's words resonated powerfully, filled with the fervor of a martyr and the certainty of a prophet.

Although his speech is a bit cringey.

But he didn't mind. A man is a boy until he dies, and he'll always have to be a bit immature at some point.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Baiyu, filled with a desperate plea and boundless awe and longing.

It was as if, as long as Chen Baiyu nodded, he could immediately transform into the most devout knight to clear away all obstacles for him and offer him the bow and arrow that symbolized royal power.

However, he responded.

Chen Baiyu shook her head slightly but with unusual determination.

The arc wasn't large, but it carried an undeniable indifference and detachment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li. I appreciate your kindness, but my world isn't here."

Chen Baiyu's voice remained calm.

“I have no interest in the ‘throne’.”

His added statement was spoken in a light, detached tone, as if he were discussing a trivial toy.

He will not be just the king of the bow and arrow.

That's too petty.

He wouldn't actively seek to become the king of the world.

Because everything in this world will be offered up automatically and consciously on the day he truly ascends to godhood.

After saying that, Chen Baiyu did not linger.

They didn't even spare the vice president, who was caught up in a frenzy, a second glance.

He turned and walked steadily toward Qi Yueyao.

That tall and slightly aloof figure, seen in Li Jinsong's fervent yet ultimately frozen gaze, was like a solitary mountain peak receding into the distance, carrying a cold divinity that kept people at a distance.

A profound sense of loss overwhelmed Li Jinsong like a cold tide.

He stood there like a rag doll, drained of all his strength, staring blankly in the direction Chen Baiyu had left, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Just as Li Jinsong was immersed in this dejected and frustrated state, a warm and strong hand landed heavily on his slightly slumped shoulder.

It's Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei's gaze followed Chen Baiyu's retreating figure as he walked towards Qi Yueyao with equally complicated emotions. His eyes no longer held the initial intention of mentoring and cooperating with her, nor did they contain any simple awe of her martial prowess.

Chen Baiyu's image in his mind had long been piled up by shocking experiences that repeatedly refreshed his understanding, making him an existence that transcended common sense.

Even a fighting master of Lin Tie's caliber would be like a chicken or a dog in front of him.

Even seasoned sports figures like Zhang Yuanzhi considered him an unprecedented genius.

This astonishing strike on the archery field has propelled him to a peak unimaginable to ordinary people.

Seeing his old friend's distraught and disillusioned state, Zhao Lei's face also showed a lingering sense of empathy and shock, but more so a kind of resigned understanding after experiencing a similar shock.

He sighed deeply.

I couldn't help but recall what Zhang Yuanzhi had said to me in private after the Chengdu Marathon at noon.

It feels incredibly fitting at this moment.

Zhao Lei squeezed Li Jinsong's shoulder hard, his voice low and filled with a complex sense of experience, as he repeated Zhang Yuanzhi's words to Li Jinsong:
"Old Li...you should try to take it easy."

His gaze swept over the wall that had been nailed through, then looked at the tall, straight back in Qi Yueyao's direction, before finally returning to Li Jinsong's dejected face.

“Brother, I was aware of this even earlier than you.”

"Director Zhang is right. Some people are destined not to belong to this mundane world."

"No matter how big your pond is, or how deep your world is, it's all shallow water to a true dragon."

"Being trapped in shallow water will only suffocate the dragon. He will eventually go to the place where he can soar to the heavens... while we are just lucky passersby who are fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of his scales on the shore."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

The voice is soft.

Yet every word struck a chord with Li Jinsong, carrying a cruel clarity.

Zhao Lei's words were like a wake-up call, or a bucket of cold water that jolted Li Jinsong, who was immersed in despair, awake.

Yes.

Such power, such existence.

How can the empty title of "President of the Chengdu Archery Association" encompass it? How can the honor of being a world champion define it?

His gaze involuntarily refocused on Chen Baiyu's back, which seemed as immovable as a mountain, yet also contained the vast universe within it.

Li Jinsong understood.

The dragon finds all the strife and extravagance of the human world noisy and insignificant.

In a daze, he finally realized that the gap between him and his opponent was not just in skill, but a chasm between one world and another.

He slowly exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the shock, disappointment, and final resentment from his chest. Then his eyes gradually calmed down, carrying a sense of emptiness after everything had settled.

He simply watched as Chen Baiyu walked to Qi Yueyao's side and gently squatted down.

There was no more speech.

(End of this chapter)