Chapter 7 We Are Here to Say Goodbye
Indeed, just as the limping man predicted, even as night fell, those young fellows had not returned.
The camp that was filled with a stifling atmosphere of despair not long ago, was now echoing with laughter and the aroma of cooked meat coming from all over.
"Grrr."
Chen Fan's stomach growled involuntarily; he had long been hungry. The one thing driving him to string his bow repeatedly was the sight of the Basic Archery progress bar inching upward bit by bit.
Upon reaching Level 1, he could distinctly feel that pulling the bow to full draw was no longer as strenuous. He could shoot a series of ten arrows before feeling his arm ache, yet still had excess power left.
The bad news was, each time he shot an arrow, the skill level increased by less than 0.5%, even when hitting the bullseye, it barely surpassed 1%.
In other words, at a minimum, he would have to shoot a hundred arrows, all hitting the bullseye, to raise Basic Archery from Level 1 to Level 2.
It was at least two to three times harder.
"No problem, take it slow."
He said to himself, it's just a matter of one or two days, plus, what if he counted nighttime practice as well?
"You kid, so absorbed in your practice that you don't even notice night falling."