Chapter 5: Bitter? Not Bitter.
"How long do you think he can keep this up?"
Taking a break, a few young men gathered together and whispered.
"At most two days."
"Two days? I think he'll barely make it through one. Didn't you notice his right arm can't even lift properly after less than an hour? To be honest, he might give up this afternoon."
"Your words remind me of when I first practiced archery for a day. That evening, I couldn't even hold my bowl, and my fingers peeled."
"Heh, who didn't go through that? Comparatively, practicing shooting is easier. If we had handguns, that'd be perfect," another young man giggled foolishly.
"In your dreams! The price of firearms is sky-high due to those greedy merchants. A small bullet costs several pounds of food. It's outrageous!"
As they chatted, the topic drifted away from Chen Fan.
In actuality, Chen Fan was indeed exhausted.
His body was already weaker than most, and each time he drew the bow fully, it took almost all his strength. After more than ten continuous attempts, his right arm trembled as if it no longer belonged to him.
The only positive was that his skill level had increased significantly.