Lin Xuan reached out and took the bow from the wooden box.
The bow was very heavy, weighing over fifty pounds.
Much of its paint had already peeled away, revealing its original color.
Lin Xuan remembered his grandfather telling him that the bow was made from premium yew wood, hard yet flexible.
As for the bowstring, it was made from beef tendon.
Lin Xuan held it in his hands and gave it a hard pull, only to find that the beef tendon showed no signs of snapping.
When his grandfather had still been at home, he had regularly maintained this bow.
He had used it often in his youth and middle age, but after growing older, he had rarely been able to draw it.
However, under his grandfather's guidance, whenever Lin Xuan came back, his grandfather would have him practice archery as well.
So his archery skills were quite good.
(The streamer has the bow now. I wonder how good his archery is.)
(Streamer, why don't you show us?)
Even if the viewers had not said anything, Lin Xuan had intended to test whether his archery skills had declined.
He took five arrows from the wooden chest, then left the room and entered the courtyard.
"Everyone, I'll give you a demonstration now. If I'm not very good, don't laugh at me."
(Haha, streamer, don't worry. I'll try not to laugh.)
(Me too.)
"How can there be no challenge when testing archery skills?"
Lin Xuan placed a bottle one hundred meters away, then walked back to a point one hundred meters from it.
(Streamer, you're challenging such a long distance right away? Aren't you afraid of missing and making us laugh?)
(It's good for the streamer to be confident, but we still don't know how good his archery really is.)
(Besides,