High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 3 unlocked, Basic Archery

When Chen Fan arrived at the scene following the sound, he saw a small house surrounded by people, and the crowd was filled with discussions.

"Why did Xiao Hong have such a despair and hang herself?"

"Sigh, her husband didn't come home yesterday, and her child died a few years ago, leaving her all alone. She probably felt there was no point in living, which is why she committed suicide."

"Why bother with all this?"

"Serves them right. These days, we don't know where our next meal will come from. Death is a kind of relief."

After he said that, most people fell silent.

Yes, it's better to die than to live a miserable life, but dying requires courage.

"Make way, make way."

The sound rang out, and two adult men carried out a makeshift stretcher carrying the pale, emaciated body of a woman.

The woman's tongue was sticking out far out, which was quite terrifying.

At least Chen Fan's heart pounded wildly at first glance.

However, everyone present was already used to it, or rather, numb to it; even children under ten years old dared to stare intently.

Chen Guodong finally came out of the house, looking extremely remorseful, because if Zhu Zi hadn't died yesterday, this woman wouldn't have been so distraught.

His voice was a little hoarse. He first comforted everyone, then looked at several adult men in the crowd and said, "Get ready, we're going hunting in half an hour."

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

The person is gone, but the lives of the living must go on.

"When did you arrive?"

After the crowd dispersed, Chen Guodong walked up to Chen Fan and asked.

"I haven't been here long."

Chen Fan still felt lingering fear when he recalled the appearance of the corpse.

Chen Guodong nodded and turned to leave.

"dad."

Chen Fan suddenly asked, "Do you have any spare bows and arrows? I want to learn archery."

Chen Guodong turned around, somewhat surprised. In his memory, his son was somewhat withdrawn and cowardly. Asking him to fight the ferocious beast was undoubtedly a death sentence.

What's wrong today?

"I want to become stronger."

Chen Fan said from the bottom of his heart, "I don't want to starve to death."

A look of satisfaction flashed in Chen Guodong's eyes, though it was fleeting.

"Bows and arrows, yes. Go to the warehouse and find Uncle Zhang. Tell him I sent you. There are a few bows inside. Find the smallest one and try it."

"How many bows?"

Chen Fan was taken aback.

Last night he thought that there were very few iron bows in the camp, otherwise why would only two or three people be equipped with them? Now, judging from his father's words, there seem to be quite a few bows and arrows.

Chen Guodong glanced at him, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and said in a low voice, "Archery is not as easy to learn as you think, or rather, it is very difficult. If you learn it well, you can kill a ferocious beast with an arrow from twenty or thirty meters away. If you don't learn it well, you are not as useful as a knife."

After saying that, he turned and left.

A bad feeling rose in Chen Fan's heart. He seemed to have taken things for granted. But since he had already said it, he could only bite the bullet and give it a try.

The warehouse was located in the northwest of the camp. There were few people along the way, clearly indicating that everyone was staying quietly at home to conserve energy.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find several young men, about his age, practicing their marksmanship in the open space by the entrance.

That's what they say, but actually they just take a spear that's about two meters long and keep thrusting it forward.

Behind the young man was a middle-aged man with a disheveled appearance. He limped along, correcting the movements of the group while shouting the words "Retract" and "Thrust".

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "This must be the Uncle Zhang my father was talking about."

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Before he could get close, the lame man turned around and looked him up and down.

Along with the young men behind him, they also took this opportunity to stop what they were doing and curiously look at him.

"Uncle Zhang, my dad is..."

"I know you."

A strange smile crept across the limping man's lips. "You're Chen Guodong's son. You almost died a few days ago after eating some wild fruit, right?"

Chen Fan gave an awkward smile.

"You're here to practice shooting too?"

"I think we should try the bow and arrow first," Chen Fan said.

The young men exchanged glances, seemingly sharing a tacit understanding.

"Another one has arrived."

The lame man smirked and said, "Come with me."

He had barely finished speaking when he whirled around, glaring at the group and saying, "Still slacking off? The more you sweat now, the less blood you'll bleed later, understand?"

The young men immediately shuddered and resumed practicing their marksmanship.

Chen Fan followed the lame man into the house and was shocked by the dazzling array of weapons. The spacious room was filled with various cold weapons such as knives, spears, halberds, shields, iron axes, and even a few homemade cannons.

The lame man noticed his gaze, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Without gunpowder, it's useless. Here, that's the bow you want. Pick one."

Chen Fan looked to his left and saw several longbows hanging on the wall. From left to right, they gradually increased in size. The smallest was only one meter long, while the largest was nearly two meters long, almost as tall as a person.

He swallowed hard, looked at the limping man, and said honestly, "Uncle Zhang, how about I start with the one on the far left?"

"You're not entirely naive, kid."

The lame man chuckled, took down the bow, and with a slight effort, a "hum" was heard, and the bowstring vibrated rapidly. There was no doubt that if this were to hit someone's face, it would be a mere scratch.

"It will take at least forty pounds of strength to draw this bow. Within twenty paces, it can kill a low-level ferocious beast with a single arrow. Give it a try."

After saying that, he tossed the bow over.

Chen Fan quickly took the bow, gripped the bow with his left hand, took an arrow with his right, aimed at the target not far away, and slowly drew back the bowstring. He immediately felt the strain and couldn't help but grit his teeth, using all his strength to draw the bowstring fully before suddenly releasing it.

"Snapped!"

With a soft thud, the arrow flew out, and Chen Fan felt his whole body swaying. As for his right arm, he could hardly lift it.

However, at that moment, a subtle change occurred in the attribute panel in my mind.

Skill: Basic Archery, LV0 (1%)

"???"

For a moment, Chen Fan had an urge to exclaim, but thankfully he held back.

Unexpectedly, just by picking up a bow and arrow and practicing for a while, I unlocked a skill, Basic Archery. Although the level was 0, the progress bar reached 1.

Doesn't that represent hope?

Following this logic, if he gets his hands on a sword or saber, could he also unlock basic saber and sword techniques? And if he were to practice boxing, even just wild, unorthodox boxing, perhaps he could unlock basic boxing techniques?

At this moment, Chen Fan felt full of energy.

"?"

The lame man frowned as he looked at Chen Fan, whose eyes were wide open and whose excitement was almost written all over his face.

Are young people's expectations of themselves really that low these days? They're so happy just because they drew the most basic bow?

The key point is, you only pulled it open once?

(End of this chapter)