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

Is Chapter 5 bitter? No, it's not bitter.

"How many days do you think he can hold on?"

During a break, several young people gathered together and discussed in hushed tones.

"At most two days."

"Two days? I doubt even one day will be enough. Didn't you all notice that in less than an hour, he can barely lift his right hand? To put it bluntly, he'll probably have to give up this afternoon."

"Now that you mention it, I immediately remembered. I practiced archery all day, and when I got home that night, I couldn't even lift a bowl, and my fingers were peeling."

"Hehe, who isn't? Compared to that, practicing with a gun is easier. If I had a pistol, that would be even better," a young man said with a silly grin.

"You wish! The prices of guns have been driven sky-high by those unscrupulous merchants. They're charging several kilograms of grain for a single bullet that's this small! It's outrageous!"

As they chatted, the topic shifted from Chen Fan to other things.

In fact, Chen Fan is now feeling that he can't take it anymore.

This body is not as strong as a normal person's. Every time he draws the bow fully, he has to exert all his strength. After drawing it more than ten times in a row, his entire right arm is trembling, as if it does not belong to him at all.

The only positive thing is that my proficiency has increased significantly.

Basic Archery: Lv0 (28%)

On one occasion, he was only a finger's width away from the bullseye, which increased his progress by 5%.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, lifted his somewhat numb right arm again, and drew back the bowstring. However, this time, no matter how hard he tried, he could not draw the bowstring fully.

The next moment, the arrow flew out of his hand, traveled three or four meters, and stuck in the ground.

"Are you stupid? You're out of energy, don't you know you should rest for a bit?"

The lame man's voice rang out.

Chen Fan turned around, gave him an awkward smile, and said, "Uncle Zhang is right. I'll rest for a while."

As he spoke, he sighed. Haste makes waste. Although he really wanted to max out his proficiency, his physical condition simply wouldn't allow it.

"Come here for a moment, let me massage your arms."

Just then, the lame man spoke again.

This stunned not only Chen Fan, but also the young men sitting next to him. Their eyes seemed to say, "We don't get this kind of treatment when we practice archery."

"cut."

The lame man sneered at the group, "You call that archery practice? It's weak and feeble. Anyone who knows would think you're practicing archery, but anyone who doesn't would think you're fluffing cotton!"

The men immediately blushed.

Although they did dawdle a few times along the way, their arms were sore and they couldn't lift their weight.

"Well," Chen Fan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Uncle Zhang, is that really necessary?"

"If you don't want to be unable to pull up your pants when you go to the toilet later, I have no objection," the lame man shrugged.

Chen Fan hissed, but still forced himself to say, "Then, I'll have to trouble Uncle Zhang."

"Why didn't you do this earlier? Why all the fuss?" The lame man limped over, muttering as he walked.

The words may sound rough, but anyone with common sense can hear the concern in them.

Chen Fan stretched out his right arm, and soon felt a wave of comfort wash over him. The previous fatigue seemed to have vanished, and his body regained control over his right arm.

It lasted for about twenty minutes. During this time, Chen Fan tried to pull his arm back several times, but was stopped by the other party's eyes.

After the massage ended, Chen Fan felt even more embarrassed and quickly said, "Uncle Zhang, thank you for your hard work."

The lame man waved his hand and said, "Compared to what your father did for the people of the village, this little thing is nothing."

Chen Fan was taken aback, and then he understood.

What Uncle Zhang was talking about was his father's long-standing efforts to ensure the survival of everyone in the village, regardless of age or gender.

"Young man, listen to Uncle Zhang's advice. Archery is not so easy to master. Even if you can hit the target every time now, in the wild, there are moving targets, and it will be difficult to hit them."

He glanced at the longbow and said earnestly.

"Uncle Zhang, I understand, but if I give up now, wouldn't that be abandoning the project halfway?" Chen Fan looked into the other man's eyes and said calmly.

You've finally reached nearly 30% in basic archery; if you give up now, won't you just have to start all over again? You've wasted so much energy.

"Too."

The lame man nodded, said "Practice slowly" and then turned and left.

Of course, the other group of young people had a tough time.

As Chen Fan watched the man's retreating figure, he thought to himself, "Uncle Zhang looks like a rough and uncultured man who always talks nonsense, but he's actually a very sensitive person. If he weren't lame, he would definitely be my father's right-hand man."

He sighed inwardly, picked up his bow and arrow again, and walked toward the target.

Drawing the bow and nocking the arrow again and again seems like a very tedious task to outsiders, as there is no feedback to be seen.

For him, each proper archery shot increases his proficiency slightly, and the closer he gets to the bullseye, the greater the increase in proficiency!

This undoubtedly invigorated him, and with each shot, he corrected his posture, making the physical fatigue bearable.

"It seems I underestimated this kid."

The lame man glanced at it and nodded slightly.

With this spirit of striving to do his best every time, there is no one else like him in the village. Perhaps he can really keep it up?

Time passed slowly, and at noon Chen Fan went back for lunch. Of course, the so-called lunch was no different from the dinner the night before, which was still a bowl of thin porridge.

However, after learning that Chen Fan was practicing archery, the woman scooped an extra spoonful into his bowl.

"Xiao Fan, if it's too tough, then don't practice for now."

She looked at Chen Fan's red hands and felt heartbroken.

Although she was pleased that Chen Fan was sensible and willing to share the burden with her husband, she was even more worried that if something happened to the father and son when they went hunting together, how would she, a woman with a child, survive?

Chen Fan smiled and shook his head. Bitter? Not at all, he actually enjoyed it.

He quickly drank the thin porridge and rushed off to practice archery, leaving behind his mother with a pained expression and his younger brother with a bewildered look.

"Sigh, there's no other way. Time is of the essence, we have to race against time."

Chen Fan sighed. This camp was already very fragile. If it suffered any further blows, the consequences would be unimaginable. However, his past experiences taught him that good fortune often comes in pairs and misfortunes never come singly. He had to grow stronger as soon as possible.

He walked briskly while looking at the attribute panel.

After a morning of practice, his proficiency in basic archery has reached 52%. If all goes well, he should be able to upgrade this skill to level 1 before dark.

At that time, some remarkable changes will definitely occur!

(End of this chapter)