King of Sports 30 Semi-Finals 2

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian still excited, paused slightly at Zhao Qiuhe's remarks and turned his head.

"In theory, Qiu Tian is the strongest force in the Shanghai team. As such he should be last in the lineup, but Qiu Anguo has placed him second. The purpose is very clear, that is, to get the lead as soon as possible." Zhao Qiuhe said.

Yang Jian nodded, it was indeed obviously the case.

"And the arrangement of Han Tianfu in last place is probably to pressure Tang Yan as in terms of strength, the two are pretty similar. However, in terms of experience, Han Tianfu surpasses him. The trick is to use the most experienced opponent to deal with the opponent's most inexperienced opponent, in order to win a blow!" Zhao Qiuhe said.

"The last archer is always the most burdened and being behind won't help his situation. As I said before, maybe next year Zhejiang will have their chance, but this year Shanghai will be able to defend their title." Zhao Qiuhe said divisively.

"Yeah." Yang Jian didn't retort and resumed his gaze back to the big screen.

Facts were more convincing.

Han Tianfu was first to shoot.

Han Tianfu and Cao Yan were good friends, but the characters of the two were completely different. Cao Yan belonged to the kind of people who were straight forward and passionate, his talent was the backbone of his abilities. Han Tianfu was more of the forbearance type willing to suffer bitterness to achieve his goals. He had reached this far due to his hard work and attitude.

After the referee signaled the start of the set, he took a deep breath, adjusted his heartbeat and breathing to a gentle rhythm, and then took a arrow out of the arrow pot.

There was 4 minutes in a round, 2 minutes for each arrow. He had more than enough time to adjust.

Knocking the arrow, pre-tension, drawing the bow, aiming.

His movements were slow but sturdy.

The audience was watching with their breath held.

"Twang!"

After aiming for nearly ten seconds, Han Tianfu finally shot the arrow in his hand.

The arrow was like a meteor.

"Boom!"

10 points!

After the number of points was displayed on the screen, a burst of applause sounded.

"That's it! Just like that!" In the studio, Zhao Qiuhe looked excited and Han Tianfu's performance seemed to affirm everything he had said before!

Han Tianfu was also showing a smile, as he turned around and looked at Tang Yan.

Tang Yan also smiled seemingly without care.

Han Tianfu shook his head and continued to his second arrow.

The next arrow was less impressive but still a good score.

8 points!

2 arrows and 18 points, Han Tianfu shot the same score as Qiu Tian in the second round!

The smile on Qiu Anguo face was complete, his strategy was working!

Song Feng at the side of the field couldn't help but make a fist. Dong Jie and Pan Yu weren't a problems, but the just fell short compared to the Shanghai Team. In the face of hard power, there wasn't much that could be done.

But he didn't totally despair after all at least there was now hope of them rising in the future with Tang Yan and after all it was still the first round.

At this moment, Tang Yan walked up to the shooting gallery, pulled out the arrow from the arrow pot.

Song Feng's eyes trailed Tang Yan's movements, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Although he had already resigned to defeat he couldn't help but retain some hope.

He slowly released his clenched fist.

More than 7,000 pairs of eyes on scene looked at the slightly thin figure at the center of the venue.

A suffocating silence.

At this time, Qiu Anguo turned his head and looked at Tang Yan, his face could not hide his smile.

The suffocation on the spot was too familiar to him. It was like an invisible pressure. The greater the audience, the greater the pressure. This is where older archers gained the advantage over newcomers.

...

Tang Yan stood still arrow in hand not making a move.

He released a sigh of tension, although he wasn't too nervous but the atmosphere of the scene still infected him slightly.

"Yang Jian, you see it now? This kind of pressure, only experienced people know that this is not something an ordinary person can withstand. It takes a special kind of mindset and time." Noticing Tang Yan's move, Zhao Qiuhe said with a proud face.

After Tang Yan slowly exhaled, his mentality was adjusted back, the arrow was wound up, and the bow pre-pulled. Then the recurve bow was lifted the position parallel to his cheek, and aimed at the target in the distance.

After gaining 60% of Li Guang's abilities and systematic training, his performance had now stabilized. As a top class archer in China, plus his 30-years of experience it could be said in this kind of domestic competition few could actually compete against him if he went full out.
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He slowly flattened his breath, then suddenly drew back the bow string, aimed and then loosened his hand.

Tian Zhenzhe in the stands suddenly narrowed his gaze at this time!

"Very fluid movements but too fast, yes if it was slower..."

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

After Zhao Qiuhe began the second half of his sentence, he swallowed back his words, his eyes widened and his face was unbelievable.

Tang Yan's shot was obviously faster than Han Tianfu, almost recklessly so but....

10 points!

"Beautiful!" Yang Jian in the studio almost shouted.

The scene followed bursting into applause.

Song Feng was also excited, you could see his slightly chubby body shaking.

Only Qiu Anguo, had the look of a ghost.

How can this be?!

Qiu Anguo, Zhao Qiuhe in the studio, were both questioning and reviewing the shot in their minds.

But soon, they were relieved.

This must just be luck.

Archery involved a tremendous amount of skill, but luck could also determine the results, especially in high-level competitions.

"This Tang Yan seems not only to have good talent, but also good luck." Zhao Qiuhe smiled and eased the atmosphere in the studio.

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing. He continued to look at the live screen watching to see the next arrow.

Whether the first arrow was really luck or not the second arrow should be able to clear that up easily.

On the court, Tang Yan didn't show too much excitement. After doing a few breathing adjustments, he took out the second arrow in the arrow pot. After completing a series of technical movements, he then pulled the string and straightened his eyes. Looking at the target 70 meters away.

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