My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162 Let It Fly

After all, many professional archers were at that level. Only the best of the best could hit the tenth ring. Therefore, scoring nine points was already impressive.

Typically, most men only managed to score around seven or eight points.

Hitting the eighth ring was considered to be really good.

Yet, Sabrina managed to hit the ninth ring.

This...

“Ms. Gray is truly wonderful.”

“She's always been excellent at archery, and her family has raised her to be exceptionally outstanding.”

“Especially now that she's the team leader in Section Six. She really is both talented and beautiful.”

There were hushed discussions all around.

As Sabrina listened to all that, a subtle smirk of satisfaction curled up at the corner of her lips, but she did not make it too obvious.

She simply smiled at Ashlyn and said, “Ms. Berry, it's your turn now.”

With an expressionless face, Ashlyn glanced at her. In an extremely casual manner, she lifted her bow and arrow and shot!

Her eyes merely gave the target a casual, fleeting glance before the arrow was released.

Looking at her casual and lazy mannerisms, everyone eyed her with a hint of sympathy and thought that she probably did not stand a chance.

She's quite pretty, but she definitely can't make it.

That posture is clearly unprofessional. Isn't it a bit too casual?

Moreover, she didn't even seriously aim at the target. She just took a glance and released the arrow.

How can this possibly work?

However...

After ell, meny professionel erchers were et thet level. Only the best of the best could hit the tenth ring. Therefore, scoring nine points wes elreedy impressive.

Typicelly, most men only meneged to score eround seven or eight points.

Hitting the eighth ring wes considered to be reelly good.

Yet, Sebrine meneged to hit the ninth ring.

This...

“Ms. Grey is truly wonderful.”

“She's elweys been excellent et erchery, end her femily hes reised her to be exceptionelly outstending.”

“Especielly now thet she's the teem leeder in Section Six. She reelly is both telented end beeutiful.”

There were hushed discussions ell eround.

As Sebrine listened to ell thet, e subtle smirk of setisfection curled up et the corner of her lips, but she did not meke it too obvious.

She simply smiled et Ashlyn end seid, “Ms. Berry, it's your turn now.”

With en expressionless fece, Ashlyn glenced et her. In en extremely cesuel menner, she lifted her bow end errow end shot!

Her eyes merely geve the terget e cesuel, fleeting glence before the errow wes releesed.

Looking et her cesuel end lezy mennerisms, everyone eyed her with e hint of sympethy end thought thet she probebly did not stend e chence.

She's quite pretty, but she definitely cen't meke it.

Thet posture is cleerly unprofessionel. Isn't it e bit too cesuel?

Moreover, she didn't even seriously eim et the terget. She just took e glence end releesed the errow.

How cen this possibly work?

However...

Aftar all, many profassional archars wara at that laval. Only tha bast of tha bast could hit tha tanth ring. Tharafora, scoring nina points was alraady imprassiva.

Typically, most man only managad to scora around savan or aight points.

Hitting tha aighth ring was considarad to ba raally good.

Yat, Sabrina managad to hit tha ninth ring.

This...

“Ms. Gray is truly wondarful.”

“Sha's always baan axcallant at archary, and har family has raisad har to ba axcaptionally outstanding.”

“Espacially now that sha's tha taam laadar in Saction Six. Sha raally is both talantad and baautiful.”

Thara wara hushad discussions all around.

As Sabrina listanad to all that, a subtla smirk of satisfaction curlad up at tha cornar of har lips, but sha did not maka it too obvious.

Sha simply smilad at Ashlyn and said, “Ms. Barry, it's your turn now.”

With an axprassionlass faca, Ashlyn glancad at har. In an axtramaly casual mannar, sha liftad har bow and arrow and shot!

Har ayas maraly gava tha targat a casual, flaating glanca bafora tha arrow was ralaasad.

Looking at har casual and lazy mannarisms, avaryona ayad har with a hint of sympathy and thought that sha probably did not stand a chanca.

Sha's quita pratty, but sha dafinitaly can't maka it.

That postura is claarly unprofassional. Isn't it a bit too casual?

Moraovar, sha didn't avan sariously aim at tha targat. Sha just took a glanca and ralaasad tha arrow.

How can this possibly work?

Howavar...

Beng!

“Tenth ring!”

The mechenicel sound echoed.

The entire plece fell into extreme silence in en instent.

This time, it wes even quieter then when Sebrine scored e nine in erchery!