Luò Fēng Táng came to himself and gave Chén'er a thumbs-up: "Good boy, you really have two skills!"

Then, he took the bow and arrow that Chen'er handed him, smiling and saying, “Although your results are daunting, surrender without a fight is not my style, Luo Fengtang!”

After saying this, Luofengtang strode to where Chen'er had just been standing and gracefully drew back her bowstring and shot an arrow.

When Chen'er saw Luo Fengtang's stance and posture of drawing his bow, her pupils constricted slightly.

At first glance, you're a seasoned pro!

When Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes, signaling he was about to fire, Chen'er instinctively clenched her fist hidden in the sleeve of her robe.

If Old Man also hit the bullseye, then who would win?

Perhaps we could have another round, a two-for-one shot?

However, the skill of hitting two targets with one arrow isn't yet fully mastered. Out of ten attempts, there are six times where it fails.

Looking at Old Man's stance, his arm strength, his solid footing, and the quiet yet powerful aura he exudes as he aims at the target, ready to unleash his power like Mount Tai itself...

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As an insider, Chen'er had a feeling that if they couldn't beat his father in this round, raising the stakes would likely result in him losing.

This competition was my idea... If I lose, it'll be so embarrassing...

Just when Chen'er was on tenterhooks, Luofengtang had already begun to shoot. As the feather arrow spun rapidly and attempted to glide along the fixed trajectory of Man Yue's bowstring,

A hoarse bird call suddenly echoed through the sky.

Only a gray-brown bird came from that direction, its destination seeming to be the large tree behind them where a nest had been built.

Chen'er had practiced martial arts since childhood, his eyesight was extraordinary. At a glance, he saw the bird carrying a caterpillar in its beak.

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Chen'er suddenly thought of something and was about to speak to stop Luofengtang's shot, but the arrow had already left the string...

Chen'er's heart sank, and she hesitated to look at what was about to happen next. At this critical moment, she only saw Luofeng Tang's wrist suddenly turn, the string vibrating once,

Just happened to run into the tail of that feathered arrow. That slight force made the arrow quiver, and as it whooshed through the air, its trajectory shifted ever so slightly.

That arrow flew past the bird almost skimming its feathers. It was so fast that the bird didn't even realize it had just narrowly avoided death.

It flapped its wings and landed on a branch of the large tree behind the crowd. In the nest, the cries of the chicks filled the air.

Little mouths, pale yellow in hue, stretched wide toward the sky like blooming trumpets.

A bird fed a caterpillar from its beak to one of its young in its mouth. Then, another bird flew over from the other direction and landed on the branch, also feeding food it had in its beak to another fledgling.

After feeding, the two adult birds flew away...

All of this, Chen'er saw it all.

Over there, Xiaoduo exclaimed in surprise: "Ah? Brother-in-law actually missed? Chen'er won? Chen'er won!"

Da An, Xiao Jie, and Yang Ruoqing all ran to the target stand and took a close look. Then they went back.

"Táng Yázi, you missed a little bit. This round, Chen'er really won." Yang Ruqing said.

Luo Fengtang remained impassive, smiling faintly as he nodded. Then, he walked to Chen'er, returning the arrow while saying, "Alright, you win, I lose. I concede defeat. From now on, I won't force you to call me Father, but the fact that we are father and son will never change."

Chen'er did not reach out to take the arrow, and there was no trace of excitement or joy on her face that she should have had after winning.

"Chen'er, you won! You've beaten your father! Isn't this the result you wanted? Why aren't you smiling, silly child?"

Yang Ruqing asked in surprise, pretending to know nothing.

In fact, even she, an insider, could clearly see the movements of Luo Fengtang's fingertips.

Had he not flicked it, this arrow would have also landed squarely in the bullseye.

Actually, even when riding a horse, Luofengtang could hit the bullseye with one shot. Yang Ruqing had witnessed it many times herself.

This time, it's estimated that the father was deliberately letting his son off easy, or perhaps because of that sudden bird that flew over, he showed him mercy.

But no matter what, it's a good thing for the father and son that the son won. The younger generation is pushing forward the older generation, and it's heartwarming for parents to see their child succeed.

"Chen'er? This silly child, is he too happy?"

Yang Ruqing smiled and asked, reaching out to gently touch Chen'er's arm.

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Then Chen'er came to her senses. She glanced at the bow and arrow Luo Fengtang had handed her, her brow furrowed slightly, and said, "Why don't we play another round?"

If we were to start another game, I might become the loser instead of the winner...

Unexpectedly, Luofeng Tang smiled and shook his head, saying, "No need. We agreed earlier, one match decides the winner and loser. Today's competition ends here."

"If you're willing, perhaps our father and son could spar again sometime." he said.

Then, he handed the bow and arrow back to Chen’er again, “This bow and arrow are a bit heavy for you. The curvature of this bow is also not quite suitable for your current arm length and strength. When I get back, I'll have a custom-made set of bow and arrow for you, guaranteed to be easy to use…”

“Why?” Chen’er lowered her eyes and suddenly asked while standing there.

"What?" Luofengtang asked.

"I saw everything," Chen'er mumbled, still staring at her toes.

“You clearly could have hit it, you clearly could have won against me. Why would you throw away the competition for a mere sparrow?” he continued to ask.

"Are you deliberately letting me win? I'm telling you, I, Luo Xingchen, do things based on my own abilities. I don't need anyone to intentionally make way for me. I won't feel grateful, and instead, I'll find it humiliating!"

Upon hearing Chen'er's words, Luofengtang first froze for a moment, then smiled kindly.

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"I didn't mean to give way. I truly don't want those fledglings to lose their mother because of a little contest between father and son!" he said.

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Chen'er suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of shock.

Indeed, he was truly a softie for losing the match.

If he had not possessed that mercy before, he would have won now, but the little bird would certainly have died.

Just as Chen'er was lost in thought, Luo Fengtang's voice rang out once again.

Besides, between father and son, does winning or losing really matter that much?" He leaned down, fixing his gaze on Chen'er's eyes.

"Every man wants to win, every man wants to defeat his opponent!" Chen'er raised her head and said.

Luo Fengtang raised an eyebrow: "My father has been leading troops into battle for so many years, and he has never thought of competing with anyone for victory or defeat."

"I only compete with myself, I beat myself!"

"What does that mean?" Chen'er tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

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