Insufficient balance

  "Yes, she indeed made me think of another woman!"

  Zhao Fubo didn't notice the sneer on Little John's face and continued speaking in his reminiscence.

  "Do you remember that snake-hipped woman beside my elder brother? The Persian woman he bought before we bought you and the teacher!"

  Little John savored it for a moment, with a hint of teasing in his distrustful tone.

  "Is there? Want to take another close look at the iceberg woman in front of you, recall it carefully, and we'll be competing with each other soon!"

  "Is it up to us?"

  Zhao Fubo suddenly realized that they were now recalling more interesting things, and immediately threw aside the iceberg beauty or Zhao Xu's household water snake waist.

  For him, no one can compare to Shu Yiner's position in his heart. After all, that is the person closest to him except for Xiao Hei Tan. His favorite hobbies are practicing guns, riding horses, and hunting, and he really doesn't have any other hobbies besides these.

  Because Bi is an event that everyone must participate in, aside from short-weapon combat. The distance between the two intervals is quite short, and only separated by a small wooden stake.

  When it was Zhao Fubo's turn to shoot the arrow, the ice mountain beauty actually lined up beside him. At this time, Zhao Fubo, who had entered a state of mind, knew nothing about it.

  The Rambo folding bow unfolded in his hand, and his eyes looked directly at the distant target through the sight. After so many days of experience, Zhao Fubo really found some feeling on this sight.

  It's not that the sight has improved his skills, but rather he found that at relatively close range, as long as the frame with a scale on the back of the sight is aligned with the target, it can generally guarantee a hit.

  Although this trick is not required for accurate shooting, it has a great use in rapid firing. The Japanese soldier's Type 38 rifle back then had such a simple aiming method.

  At this time, Zhao Fubo and his somewhat strange bow caught the attention of the ice beauty beside him. In fact, what caught the ice beauty's attention was not him, but mainly the bow.

  Of course, the Ice Queen's attention was only a glance, and basically no one else noticed except for one person.

  "Hum, this little vixen is pretending to be cold as ice, but why did she sneak a peek at Erlang? Could it be that her heart is stirring with spring desires?"

  In Zhao Xu's gaze, Zhao Fu released the bowstring. As mentioned earlier, the advantage of Lan Bo's folding bow lies in its relatively flat trajectory and faster arrow speed.

  This naturally caught the attention of the icy beauty, who was shocked by the strange appearance of Zhao Fubo's bow and also shocked by the speed and accuracy of the arrow.

  A round of five arrows was quickly shot, and the archery not only had to be accurate, but also had to be faster than the distance. In this round, Zhao Fubo was the first to raise his hand with a folded bow to indicate that he had completed the shooting quota.

  The beautiful iceberg woman next to him was obviously somewhat unconvinced, she couldn't understand how someone like Zhao Fubo could draw his bow so quickly.

  To know that drawing a bow is not just about exerting strength, to swiftly draw such a large bow five times in succession is already something an ordinary person would find very difficult to accomplish.

  Not to mention Zhao Fubo almost maintained the same arrow speed and accuracy, which can't help but make people suspect that Zhao Fubo had done something unfair.

  She raised her recurve bow and gave Zhao Fubo a cold, hard stare.

  "This isn't over, kid! We'll meet again in close combat!"

  Zhao Fubo didn't feel anything and didn't notice that he had already caused dissatisfaction among others. After finishing his own match with the bow in hand, he left his position.

  Those who pass the archery competition will enter the close combat competition. As for those who cannot shoot five consecutive arrows with a bow, they are naturally eliminated directly.

  The beauty of the iceberg's gaze has been following Zhao Fu's figure all along, although the former doesn't know it, but this doesn't affect Little John taking revenge for him.

  "Hey, stop staring, I've got a crush on someone!"

  One sentence from Little John made the iceberg beauty's face turn red. A colder air rose on her pretty face, and it was certain that if this wasn't a martial arts competition, she would have jumped up to teach Little John a lesson.

  "Is it? What a pity! Did he like you? He's really unfortunate then!"

  The venom of Little John's tongue was something Muk had already experienced before. Although Little John never spoke venomously to him, that was because he never spoke at all.

  This time watching Little John lose out, a flush of red surged up his face. Of course it wasn't embarrassment, but rather to avoid laughing, he endured great hardship.

  But little John immediately retorted with his fiery personality, no less than a spoiled little girl.

  "That won't happen, but I reckon if he had to choose, he'd rather choose me than you! Look at your icy expression, who do you think you're showing that to?"

  On the verbal sparring, the Iceberg Beauty was clearly no match for Little John. She simply couldn't understand why this little boy had no gentlemanly demeanor at all.

  "Hmmph!"

  With a cold hum, a fragrant breeze swept up and rolled straight towards Zhao Fubo's back. Xiao Yohann, on the other hand, made a gesture to Shu Yiner behind him, probably thinking in his heart that this ice mountain beauty was indeed a threat.

  Shu Yu'er followed Zhao Fu's figure from afar, arriving at the small arena where he was to engage in a martial arts match. This was another small enclosure made of wooden stakes and ropes, roughly the same size as a boxing ring, if Martin were to describe it.

  Since there are more archers than arrows, the people waiting here can pair up and fight each other on their own, as long as the person in charge agrees. The winner will advance to horseback archery, and the loser will be eliminated.

  In addition, most of the strong winners in this competition will be selected into the city guard, and whether to go or not is up to themselves.

  Zhao Fubo's stature was not tall and large, but his armor was extremely eye-catching. The style of the Great Song Dynasty's armor was indeed like a crane standing out from a flock of chickens here.

  Not to belittle the armor manufacturing technology of the Arab region, but with the help of Marten's transformation, the fine scale armor has become lighter and more protective than the original representative armor.

  "I've been waiting for you for so long, why are you just coming now?"

  As if talking to an old friend, but with a hint of chill in his tone.

  It was none other than Safo Wan, who had planned to take the lives of Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke in the martial arts arena.

  But he didn't expect that Zhao Fubo was actually a nice guy, or maybe his appearance was just too detestable. Before Zhao Fubo could even pick up the conversation, someone else had already jumped in ahead of him.

  "He is mine, I will defeat him!"

  The iceberg beauty came between the two with a cold face, and just one sentence took Zhao Fu away from Safo.

  "We are in a life-and-death struggle!"

  Safu hastily said a sentence to the Ice Mountain Beauty, hoping she could retreat in the face of difficulty. Who knew that the Ice Mountain Beauty would not yield an inch?

  "That's not okay, even if you want to kill him, you have to wait until I defeat him first. Otherwise..."

  "What if not?"

  Safuwan is not a person who can be intimidated, before the Iceberg Beauty finished speaking, he rushed to continue the conversation. His hand had already moved to his waist, if the Iceberg Beauty insisted on stopping him, then he didn't mind being rough and forceful.

  As a Mamluk warrior, he had long since lost all interest in women.

  Unexpectedly, the iceberg beauty actually smiled at his reaction. Originally already very pretty, she immediately became like a spring breeze blowing away the snowy white snow on the mountain after smiling.

  That coldness is just like the small stream formed by snowmelt in spring breeze, which can quench thirst and make people feel that refreshing taste.

  "Otherwise, I'll shoot an arrow at you when you're competing with him!"

  Safu didn't say a word, he had learned his lesson from the woman in front of him. He and Zhao Fubo were sworn enemies, if there was such an annoying woman causing trouble on the side at that time.

  There's no need to fight anymore, victory will inevitably belong to Zhao Fubo, and he will only lose his life in vain.

  "Alright, you go ahead and compete first, but this woman is really vicious. If I were to kill him, I won't let you off the hook when I turn back!"

  The icy beauty of Safowan's expression drove away, and now it has returned to its cold and icy appearance. The clear eyes gave Zhao Fubo a chill on his body.

  "I don't understand...... you......"

  "Cut the crap and apply for the match! Besides, I'm not saving your life, I just want to make a bet with you!"

  Since they didn't want to say why, Zhao Fubo stopped asking. After applying for the match with the person in charge, he turned around curiously and asked.

  "What do you want to bet with me?"

  "Bet your bow!"

  "I'll bet my bow on it..."

  This matter left Zhao Fubo somewhat indecisive, because his teacher Ma Ding had said that the Lan Bo folding bow was a secret. If it wasn't necessary, don't let outsiders know.

  Although in his own opinion, even if the craftsmen of this era were given this bow, they might not be able to study it thoroughly. After all, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

  "What's wrong, are you going home to ask your mom? I didn't expect that you're still such a good kid!"

  This remark made Zhao Fu Bo somewhat annoyed, although it wasn't the intention of the other person's words. What was even more distressing for him was that he didn't have a mother. If he did, would he still be a sloppy second son like this?

  "Alright, you win, I'll bet with you, but if you lose, what are you going to give me?"

  The Iceberg Beauty probably didn't think of this, and it wasn't until Zhao Fubo asked that she thought of the bet. She looked down at herself for a few moments, but really couldn't find anything valuable on her person.

  "Or else, if I lose, I'll give you my bow!"

  Zhao Fubo glanced at the bow on her back a few times, pursed his lips and shook his head.

  "No way, your bow is too ordinary, our stakes are not matched!"

  "Where is the helmet?"

  "No, I don't like stripping people of their clothes!"

  Zhao Fubo's repeated refusals had finally gotten to the Iceberg Girl's temper. With a flick of her wrist and a swish of her waist, "whoosh" - a soft sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and she brandished it with a flourish.

  "Let's compare then, we'll talk after we're done!"

  Having said that, regardless of whether Zhao Fubo was willing or not, the tip of the soft sword in his hand had already stabbed towards Zhao Fubo!