CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 12: ZEN ARCHERY

Apartment building.

A floating pen slowly writes a line of text on a notebook.

"Roman Imperial Palace."

"Operated by Transcendents from the Monster Path. A Despair Beldam, a Fear Beldam, who can drain corresponding negative emotions, effectively indirectly reducing the Investigators’ mental contamination."

"Ms. Diana?"

"Suspected to be a High Sequence Transcendent of the Demon Path? Desire? Emotion? Charm?"

"If her abilities are similar to those two maids, can she absorb the Investigators’ various emotional desires? Thus reducing the risk of the Investigators losing control?"

It’s probably not that simple.

When Despair Beldam Wendy approached Shawn, he first felt an overwhelming despair, and only then was the despair absorbed.

This strange ability leaves a deep impression.

"Ms. Diana might be a High Sequence Transcendent who dominates desire, but what specific concept of desire is still unclear."

"I speculate they might have the ability to let Investigators enter a temporary state of ’emotionless and desireless.’"

Isn’t that just an enhanced version of Sage Time?

"When on the verge of madness, one can seek them for salvation."

Shawn pondered for a moment, then wrote in his secret technique notebook: "But their abilities are too bizarre, very dangerous. Not suitable as a regular means to restore mental rationality."

"If you have money, the Roman Imperial Palace might be worth a visit."

In this world, the means of treatment, whether for the mind or the body, are quite off.

Shawn’s current state is quite good. After the Despair Beldam drained his despair, the whispering of knowledge in his mind completely disappeared. Their abilities seem to release despair while simultaneously absorbing it, no wonder the Path of Death accommodates these beings from the Monster Path.

The light of Chen Xi spills over.

The next morning, Shawn went to report at the Night Watch Headquarters. Everything in Dorne City is relatively calm now, but the hidden vigilance forces have increased significantly.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Shawn’s main task today is to practice shooting at the range; his shooting skills are quite poor.

"Back so soon?"

Hank came over around nine, quickly drew his pistol, fired three consecutive shots, all hitting the moving target, right in the forehead, with the Ranger Path’s impressive talent making him near impeccable within a hundred meters.

Shawn nodded: "Yeah. Practicing. It saves on ammo costs."

This sentence captures the essence of an Investigator.

Hank couldn’t help but laugh, walked over, patted Shawn’s shoulder, and said: "Keep your hands steady, don’t be nervous, find a straight line, and follow your feeling."

"Do you understand Zen?"

Hmm?

Shawn confirmed he hadn’t misheard, seriously saying: "Zen? I know a bit."

Hank gestured for Shawn to watch him, then closed his eyes and quickly fired—a series of shots, all hitting the moving target, not hitting the center but mostly striking the vital area of the target’s head.

"This is called Zen Archery."

Hank’s pistol left a trail as he swiftly reloaded it, then fired again in one fluid motion without aiming, hitting target after target until he emptied the chamber and swiftly holstered the gun with a smile.

This seamless series of actions was more exaggerated than any cowboy movie Shawn had seen in his previous life, almost completing the aim-shoot process instantaneously.

So strong!

The Rangers’ Transcendents in the Low Sequence surpass others significantly.

"Zen Archery?" Shawn glanced at his gun, pondering the term "Archery."

Hank laughed heartily, patted his shoulder: "That’s what Professionals used to call it, a unique combat skill."

"It’s said to originate from the East. You can call it Zen Gun Skill if you prefer."

Combat specialization.

Hank wanted to teach Shawn a unique combat specialization, to make up for the innate shortcomings in his firearm use.

This ability applies to all long-range attack methods.

Using guns or bows.

That’s not important.

Hank gestured for Shawn to pick up the pistol, saying solemnly: "You’re a Transcendent from the Casting Path, in terms of physical response speed, you can never compare to those on the Combat Path."

"So, you’ll have to rely on feeling to correct your aim!"

"That’s Zen Archery."

Shawn’s intuition far exceeds others. If he follows his feeling, this ability would greatly enhance him.

Hank gestured for Shawn to look at the distant moving target, whispering: "Focus your mind."

"Spirituality shines."

"Eyes aren’t the most important, hand speed isn’t the most important, feeling is the most important."

"Just like this."

This time Hank shot slowly, unlike his initial astounding speed, taking his time to aim and shoot, as if preemptively judging the target’s movement path, with a loud bang—the bullet hit the head.

Shawn started to understand.

"Using feeling for preemptive shooting?" That’s how he interpreted it.

His eyes, his hand speed, couldn’t match the Transcendents from the Ranger Path, so waiting to aim and then shooting made it hard to hit the target.

Spirituality shines?

Follow the feeling.

Shawn closed his eyes, pondered for a while, then suddenly opened them, a flash crossing his gaze. He drew his gun quickly, fired, and with a loud bang, a moving target was shot in the head.

Hank stood there stunned, staring at Shawn for a while before sighing: "Your intuition is indeed amazing!"