Li Wenwu took the bow and slung several quivers over his back one after another.
He immediately began familiarizing himself with the War Bow.
This War Bow was a little heavier than his own, but that was no serious problem.
As a master archer who had immersed himself in the art for many years, he could adapt to any bow the moment he picked it up. It was no different from using his own bow.
"Why are the limbs so thick?" He touched the bow's limbs, unable to stop himself from developing an ominous premonition.
He quickly looked at the model engraved on the bow's limbs.
"Hiss!"
At a glance, he could not help sucking in a cold breath.
"Five thousand pounds!"
Two thousand two hundred and fifty kilograms!
Was that not a little too outrageous?
The strength of both his arms was only about two thousand five hundred kilograms.
He could not help glancing at Chen Shouyi beside him, who had started devouring True God Meat again.
Judging from how effortlessly he had shot earlier, sending arrows out like rain, drawing the bow had seemed to carry no weight at all.
Maybe... it really was not that heavy!
Yes, that had to be it.
Li Wenwu hooked the bowstring with three fingers and secretly exerted his strength.
However, after pulling the bowstring back one-third of the way, he could not draw it any farther.
At that moment, Chen Shouyi noticed the commotion beside him. He glanced at him and said, "My bow may be a little heavy. It takes a bit more effort to draw."
Hearing this, Li Wenwu's old face flushed faintly. He clenched his teeth, suddenly held his breath, and let out a muffled roar in his heart.
The entire bow was finally drawn open. After holding