Chapter 300 Can You Win?

"Who?" Han Sen had noticed Yang Manli's little move a long time ago, but he didn't mean to expose it.

"Yang Zikun, the grandson of Yang Xiuwen, a demigod member of the House of Lords." Yang Manli directly told Han Sen about Yang Zikun's situation.

More than ten days ago, Yang Zikun entered the shelter as an adult, and randomly entered the Steel Armor Shelter. Afterwards, the Steel Armor Squad received an order from above to provide as much help as possible for Yang Zikun and protect his safety.

Yang Zikun came from a famous family, and his self-cultivation and quality are good, but the sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid has such a noble family background, and he has been outstanding since he was a child. Although he looks very humble and polite, any matter he decides, It is also difficult for others to change his mind.

And Yang Zikun is obviously too confident in himself, or he likes to challenge difficult ones. He has already thought about challenging mutant creatures within a few days after he came to the shelter. The rotten gamblers followed them for a few days, and they almost didn't Frightened to death by Yang Zikun.

Yang Manli also tried to persuade Yang Zikun to take it step by step and not to be too radical, but it was completely useless to Yang Zikun.

"Only when you are challenged between life and death can you have a profound comprehension. Martial arts comprehended from the limit is the true meaning of martial arts..." Yang Manli doesn't know where Yang Zikun heard these words, but she is true Incapable of persuading Yang Zikun.

If there was no order from above, Yang Manli would be lazy to care about him, but now she has to find a way to persuade Yang Zikun, otherwise it won't be worthwhile for the team to be punished if he dies.

"Leave it to me. I'll go see that Yang Zikun tomorrow morning." Han Sen hung up the communicator with a smile.

Early the next morning, Han Sen entered the Steel Armor Shelter. Before dawn, he saw Yang Zikun, who was practicing darts there early in the morning.

Yang Manli introduced Han Sen to Yang Zikun. Yang Zikun was indeed a well-bred, confident, and easy-to-lik kid. At least in Han Sen's eyes, he was just a kid.

"Captain Han, if possible, I hope you can arrange someone to take me to practice in the dark swamp." Yang Zikun was very polite, but what he just said made people frown.

Not to mention Yang Zikun, who has only been in the shelter for more than ten days, even if he is full of mutant genes, not many dare to go to the dark swamp, and even fewer can come back after going.

Yang Manli frowned slightly, and was about to speak to dissuade Yang Zikun, but was stopped by Han Sen waving his hand.

"Young Master Yang, why do you want to go to the Dark Swamp?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun and asked with a smile.

"The dark swamp is infested with poisonous insects, which is just right for me to practice darts." Yang Zikun patted his dart pouch, and there were two rows of darts in it. It looked like a high-end product with a very high z-steel content.

"So, going to the Dark Swamp to practice darts is indeed a good choice, but I think your dart skills are not very good, and you can't reach the level of going to the Dark Swamp. First go to the Green Grass Forest to practice with the Copper Tooth Beast. Let's practice." Han Sen said casually.

"You haven't seen my dart skills, how do you know that I can't do it?" Yang Zikun frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Han Sen's arbitrariness.

"It should be the intuition of a dart player." Han Sen said with a smile.

"You also practice darts?" Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen, as if he was very suspicious of this. Han Sen didn't even have a dart bag on him, so he didn't look like a person who practiced darts.

Han Sen didn't answer Yang Zikun, but smiled and said, "Well, I'll show you a target. If you hit it, I'll have someone take you to the Dark Swamp. If you don't hit it, you can follow my arrangement in the future." How about it?"

"Yes, but the target must be within 20 meters." Yang Zikun was obviously very confident in his dart skills.

"You can stand as close as you want." Han Sen said, and brought the suspicious Yang Zikun to the shooting range used by the marksmanship team for practice. There were many targets inside.

Han Sen walked into the shooting range, pulled out a target from the ground, carried it to another target, and inserted the previous target 30 cm in front of the other target.

The archery target is round, with a diameter of about 60 to 70 centimeters. Now the two archery targets are inserted in a line by Han Sen. Looking from the front, the rear target is no longer visible.

Not to mention that Yang Zikun didn't know what Han Sen meant, Yang Manli and the other members of the marksmanship team who were watching also looked at Han Sen who came back with puzzled faces, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Can you hit the red heart from such a long distance?" Han Sen walked up to Yang Zikun and asked, pointing at the target he had planted there.

"Of course no problem." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen and replied.

"I'm talking about the red heart of the target at the back, can you hit it while standing here?" Han Sen said again.

Yang Zikun frowned immediately, looked at Han Sen and said, "Captain Han, aren't you trying to embarrass me on purpose? The distance between the two archery targets is so close, even if you use a curved dart, it's impossible to hit the target at the back." of red hearts."

"What if I can hit it?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun with a smile and said.

"Captain Han, don't you want to punch through the target in front of you? If that's the case, I can do it too." Yang Zikun pursed his lips and said.

"If I hit the target in front of me, I will lose." Han Sen said lightly.

"Okay, if you can stand here without touching the target in front and hit the red heart in the target behind, I will listen to whatever you say." Yang Zikun thought carefully for a while, then looked at Han Sen and said slowly .

"It's very thoughtful." Han Sen smiled, turned to the direction of the target, pointed at himself and said, "Can I stand here?"

"Yes." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen suspiciously.

The man's self-confidence made him a little shaken, but no matter what Yang Zikun thought, Han Sen couldn't hit the target behind. He was able to hit the edge of the target about ten centimeters behind, which was still far away from the small red heart. Yang Zikun couldn't think of any way to hit the red heart behind.

He also didn't believe that Han Sen could do it, but seeing Han Sen's firmness and composure made him a little suspicious and curious. He wanted to know what this man wanted to do, or what tricks this man wanted to use. .

But Han Sen didn't think about using any tricks at all, and it wasn't worth his tricks to deal with such a child.

Han Sen took out a Ghost Flame Butterfly Dart made of z-steel, and hit the arrow target casually. (To be continued..) u