Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 142 We are so eager to improve!
In a corner of the "Zhu Lu Archery" club's VIP area, Wang Siming was holding a modern compound bow with a listless expression.

The arrow was stuck on the target twenty meters away, several rings short of the bullseye, but he clearly didn't care.

He was leaning against a female secretary named Lin Wei, who had exquisite makeup and a hot figure.

She was gently adjusting his arm guard, her fingers lightly sliding across his arm.

"Brother Siming, you look great today."

Lin Wei's voice was sickeningly sweet.

Wang Siming absentmindedly hummed in agreement, but his gaze habitually drifted towards the private area deep inside the club that was not open to the public.

He was a regular here and even spent a lot of money hoping to become a shareholder, but was politely refused by the old-fashioned Li Jingsong. He could only spend hundreds of thousands to become a VIP here.

When he comes to spar, Mr. Li usually plays a few rounds with him and gives him some pointers, which is a way of showing respect to such a big customer.

But what's going on today?

He arrived a long time ago.
But he watched helplessly as Li Jinsong and a guy who seemed to be the owner of some martial arts school, who used to frequent the place, waited together at the door.

Then we went inside with that unfamiliar-looking young man who had a somewhat aloof demeanor.

They even went straight into the exclusive area.

Wang Siming's brows furrowed unconsciously, a sense of displeasure at being slighted spreading through his heart.

"Tsk, Old Li has some important guests today? He and that restaurant owner, Zhao Lei, have been waiting for a long time."

"Who's the guy? He seems pretty good at putting on airs."

His tone was slightly sarcastic and teasing, and he fidgeted with the bowstring with his fingers.

Lin Wei followed his gaze and only caught a glimpse of the figures disappearing into the distance.

"I don't know him, Brother Siming. Maybe he's some friend of Boss Li. Don't be angry, I'll arrange another appointment for you?"

Wang Siming snorted and said nothing more.

He nocked the arrow again, this time with a bit more care.

But the accuracy was still unsatisfactory, perhaps because some thoughts were interfering.

He put down the bow in frustration.

He picked up the chilled soda next to him and took a sip, then his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the exclusive area.

You can see inside through a floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall.

He noticed that the tall, thin, and aloof young man seemed uninterested in Zhao Lei and his boss Li Jinsong's presentation, and instead walked straight to the deepest part of the bow frame.

I picked one...

Tsk, isn't that Old Li's most treasured antique? That incredibly hard English laminated longbow that even the club's strongest coach couldn't pull open?

"Ha, showing off."

Wang Siming scoffed, waiting to see the other party make a fool of themselves.

He tried drawing that bow once, and even with all his might, he could only draw it halfway, and he was exhausted.

But the next second.

The disdain on his face froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

The young man casually removed the heavy longbow with one hand, his body relaxed and without any preparatory movements before exerting force!

But the next moment.

Right hand nocks the string, left hand raises the bow...

No struggle! No setbacks!
The powerful bow that had defeated countless strong men emitted a low, rumbling "hum" in his hands.

In an instant, it was smoothly stretched into a full, fluid, and breathtaking full moon!

The movements were not as effortless as a greyhound doing push-ups, and it even appeared as if there was no strain involved.

"What the hell?!"

Wang Siming nearly dropped the soda water in his hand; his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What kind of monstrous arm strength is this?!
Followed by.

What shocked him even more was what happened next.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the arrow shot out like a dragon!
The jet-black arrow, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, transformed into a blur and pierced the red dot of the bullseye thirty meters away with unparalleled precision!
The entire target was shaken a few times.

Wang Siming gasped, his previous dissatisfaction and contempt vanishing completely.

That accuracy, that power.

He was definitely the strongest he had ever seen!

"I'll have to ask for a phone number later."

As he murmured to himself, a sense of interest and a desire to make friends arose in Wang Siming's heart.

In the archery community, true masters are hard to find.

This guy looks young, but judging from his skill in drawing a hard bow and shooting at targets, he's definitely a top-notch expert!

In the future, when he organizes private parties and high-end gatherings, wouldn't it be more prestigious to invite such an expert to make the event more impressive? He subconsciously took out his phone, wondering if he should go over later to offer her a cigarette and exchange contact information.

The soft, delicate body in his arms seemed to sense his change in attitude, pressing even closer, her slender hands gently caressing his chest.

Just as Wang Siming's mind was racing and a playful smile appeared on his lips...

A sudden change occurred!

Wang Siming caught a glimpse of a small, pink figure staggering in the newbie area out of the corner of his eye.

Almost simultaneously, he also saw the heavy stainless steel thermos on the high shelf lose its balance and tumble down, crashing towards the little girl's head!

"Oops..."

Wang Siming's heart sank.

His body instinctively wanted to move, but the distance and speed made him realize that it was too late!

however!
Just as the shadow of death was about to engulf the little girl, the young man in the exclusive zone who had just put down his longbow made a move!
Wang Siming didn't even see how he turned around, drew the arrow, and nocked the bow!

The speed of the movement defied common sense.

It's as if the Stand, Crimson King, pressed the "time deletion" button!

One second he was looking at the target.

The next second, the ancient longbow, which had just been stretched to its limit, was once again pulled to its full extent by him at an incomprehensible speed and angle.

The arc of the bow arm bending was more ferocious and extreme than before, as if it would break at any moment!
An indescribable, sharp aura made Wang Siming's hair stand on end, even through the glass!

“Buzz——!!!”

A bowstring twanged with a sound far more violent and terrifying than ever before, tearing through the air!

Like a thunderclap.

It caused an uproar inside the club!

Accompanied by this deafening roar, a black lightning bolt, almost invisible to the naked eye, carrying a terrifying shriek sharp enough to pierce eardrums, shot out with an aura of "piercing the stars" and divine punishment descending upon the world!

Its goal.

It was that deadly thermos!
Fast! Incredibly fast!

Ruthless! Just like the rules themselves!

Accurate! So accurate it's chilling!
Under the reflection of Wang Siming's pupils, which suddenly contracted to their maximum size, the "arrow of divine punishment" arrived first, meeting the little girl's head less than a foot away from the dark, heavy pot.

"puff!!!"

The arrow pierced straight through the stainless steel casing!
The immense force caused the entire pot to be struck as if by a battering ram, drastically altering its trajectory. This was accompanied by a dull, thunderous impact and the piercing sound of metal tearing and deforming.

With unparalleled ferocity, the thermos, along with the arrow, was driven firmly into the solid hardwood wall several meters away!

The white feathers at the end of the arrow trembled violently due to the immense residual force, emitting a desperate buzzing sound.

The entire club was deathly silent, with only the lingering echo of the trembling arrows remaining.

Wang Siming stood frozen on the spot like a stone statue, his mind blank.

Lin Wei, nestled in his arms, felt his muscles stiffen instantly and his caresses abruptly stop. She looked up at him, puzzled.

But all I saw was the look of utter shock, awe, and even a hint of fear on his face—a look as if he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, as if it could fit a duck egg. Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"Lu...Lu Bu reborn...No! Even if Lu Bu were to shoot the halberd at the gate from 150 paces away, he wouldn't be any better than this! Is he even human?!"

Wang Siming managed to squeeze out a few off-key syllables.

His voice was dry and trembling.

His worldview was completely overturned by this scene that exceeded the limits of his cognition.

Previous ideas about making connections, assessments of strength...

Everything else paled in comparison to this single arrow.

This isn't just a master, this is an absolute master!

He suddenly snapped back to reality, his previous romantic thoughts swept away by the immense shock!
He roughly pushed Lin Wei, who was in his arms and was about to ask questions in a coquettish manner, away, with such force that she almost stumbled and fell.

"Brother Siming?"

Lin Wei exclaimed in surprise, her face full of astonishment and grievance.

"Shut up!"

Wang Siming's eyes were red, and he couldn't even comfort his female companion.

Women will only slow him down when he draws his bow.

As he pondered, his gaze was fixed on the young figure behind the glass wall, who was putting down his bow and whose expression remained calm and indifferent.

He understood what he had to do.

He wanted to shoot such an arrow too!
Investigate his information immediately!

Then he took a large sum of money to become an apprentice!
He wants to progress so much!

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The afternoon sun slanted into the room, casting lazy dappled light on the messy sheets.

Lin Tie suddenly sat up in bed, his heavy breathing particularly clear in the quiet room.

Cold sweat dripped down his bulging muscles and onto the bed, spreading into dark spots.

It's that dream again.

No, it wasn't even a dream.

It was a more real, colder, and more lingering afterimage than a dream—that young man named Chen Baiyu!
Time seemed to have been turned back to yesterday afternoon. The doors of Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts Hall were tightly closed, and the noisy shouts still lingered in my ears.

He Lin Tie, a provincial Sanda champion, is known as the "Iron Tower" in the underground boxing arena, striking fear into the hearts of many.

With unwavering determination, they pounced on that seemingly ordinary figure like a ferocious beast...

However, the scenes from the memory now transform into slow-motion, elongated close-ups reminiscent of a horror film:

Chen Baiyu's eyes, so calm they were chilling, showed not a ripple even as he threw his punch and the fierce wind rushed towards him.

Then comes speed!
It was faster than he could ever comprehend in his entire life!
The hands that emerged from his pocket moved with ghostly speed, precisely gripping his fist, which was already brimming with all its might and determined to win.

Then an irresistible, immense force, like being pulled down by a mountain, dragged him forward...

Finally, that knee strike, etched deep into my soul!

The position, angle, and timing were all perfectly calculated, as if by a machine. The excruciating pain in his abdomen instantly drained all his strength, shattering all his pride and ferocity.

The feeling wasn't like being hit, but more like being trampled through the intestines by some invisible primordial beast, with the internal organs being violently shaken, displaced, and churned!
"Ugh..."

Curled up on his bed in the afternoon, Lin Tie felt as if he were experiencing that excruciating pain again, enough to make one's soul leave their body. A physiological spasm in his stomach made him groan again.

He instinctively clutched his abdomen.

The phantom pain made his knuckles turn white from clenching them.

Lin Tie has never been afraid of anyone since he was a child.
He's been knocked down in the ring, but he always gets up immediately and fights back.

But yesterday, in front of that young man, he even lost the courage to get up.

It wasn't just the absolute physical dominance that was terrifying; what was even more terrifying was the fleeting indifference in those eyes, as if they were looking at a pebble on the roadside!

that moment.

A deep-seated biological instinct screamed wildly.

Don't move! You'll die if you move again!
This raw, primal fear, stemming from the absolute disparity in power, pierced his solidified self-perception like an icicle, and amplified with each subsequent thought.

"Too fast...too powerful..."

Lin Tie muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse.

He leaned his burly body heavily back against the headboard, his rough fingers pressing hard on his throbbing temples, as if trying to force the humiliating yet shocking image out of his mind.

But the image is actually clearer.

This is similar to the idea that "the less you try to think about elephants, the more your mind will think about elephants."

He repeatedly dissected that moment: there were no feints, no probing, and no fancy techniques.

Only the most basic movements: grasping, pulling, and bending the knee, like a giant casually reaching out to brush away a buzzing fly.

The more I think about it, the more the horror seeps into my bones.

The more you think.

As the one who was being crushed, he felt even more that his opponent was quite skilled.

"can't read."

"The difference... is too big..."

Frustration clung to me like a poisonous ivy.

But it was quickly replaced by another, more intense emotion—desire!
He spent his whole life pursuing and admiring power.

Now, an insurmountable peak representing power has appeared before us!
This sense of frustration, this huge gap, instead ignited his deepest, almost forgotten, extreme desire to be "stronger"!

Become a disciple!

The thought exploded in his chaotic mind like a thunderclap.

He wants to progress so much!

He desperately wanted to glimpse even the tip of the iceberg of that realm!

The humiliation of being instantly defeated by Chen Baiyu became a stepping stone to reach even greater heights.

Lin Tie suddenly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

His tall figure paced back and forth in the room with a hint of anxiety, like a lion trapped in a cage. He clenched his fists at times, and frowned in thought at others, showing no trace of the arrogance he had displayed yesterday.

Go to the window.

Looking out the window at the afternoon world, Lin Tie's eyes were no longer filled with confusion, but with an unwavering determination.

He took out his cell phone.

The light from the screen illuminated his face, which was etched with the marks of time yet radiated a unique glow due to his intense sense of purpose.

Unlock.

His contacts scrolled rapidly. His fingertips hovered over one name after another, hesitating, before selectively dialing a few numbers.

When the call connected, Lin Tie's voice was no longer its usual deep and arrogant tone, but rather carried a barely concealed urgency:

"Hey, Lao Liu? It's me, Lin Tie... Yes, I got screwed yesterday, let's not talk about that. I need your help... Yes, it's that guy at the Leiyang Jinna Martial Arts Hall yesterday... Could you try to find out more about him? Please make sure you get his contact information!... Yes, please, I owe you a huge favor!... Let me know as soon as you have any news!"

After hanging up, he immediately dialed another number: "Brother Qiang... I need your help with something..."

"Sister-in-law? Could you please ask Director Yuanzhi about this..."

The sunlight slowly moved across the room.

Lin Tie would stand or sit, focusing intently on the phone, his tone becoming more and more earnest with each call.

His face appeared resolute yet full of expectation in the light and shadow. The shadow of being instantly killed was still in his heart, but at this moment it was strangely suppressed by the raging "fire of apprenticeship".

His gaze seemed intense.

Because he really wanted to improve.

(End of this chapter)