Chapter 4 Martial Artist?
"Cough, cough."
The sound of coughing brought Chen Fan back to reality. The man with the limp looked at him and said nonchalantly, "Kid, the bow in your hand is just the most basic one. Beyond thirty meters, it doesn't have much killing power against Low-level Fierce Beasts. Besides, you've only drawn it once. Look,"
He nodded towards the outside, "Do you see those people holding spears?"
Chen Fan glanced outside and then nodded.
"When they first came, they also started with bow training. Some even used the second bow, the sixty-pound one. But so what? After two or three days, they couldn't persist any longer."
He looked at the bow in Chen Fan's hand and said, "Just a reminder, it's best to practice spear techniques like them. If you encounter a Fierce Beast in the wild, you'll at least have some fighting strength."
"Uncle Zhang, thank you for the advice, but I still want to give it a try."
Chen Fan looked at the progress bar behind Basic Archery on the panel and felt a surge of determination.
"Suit yourself."
The man with the limp wasn't surprised.
Youngsters are always like this, not willing to give up until they've hit a wall. After a few more arrows, when his entire right arm can't be lifted, he'll know the struggle.