Weakness Is the Original Sin (Third Update: Calling for Monthly Votes)

Lord Luo's words nearly choked Second Lord Zhao to death.

After staring blankly for a moment, he forced himself to answer, "If they could destroy my family's ancestral treasure bow, it must be a fine Battle Weapon, right?"

The corners of Lord Luo's mouth lifted in a disdainful smile. "If this is all you're capable of, I truly have to wonder what qualifications you have to teach others cultivation... Do you dare repeat that?"

Second Lord Zhao hesitated for a moment. Under the pressure radiating from the other man, he could only mutter two words, "I don't."

"I trust you're not quite that stupid," Lord Luo said coldly. "As a Martial Master, you should possess knowledge worthy of your station. War Bows have never been known for their sturdiness. Your family has an ancestral War Bow—could you really not know that?"

To put it plainly, the destruction of the War Bow just now did not prove that the other side's attack was especially powerful.

A War Bow was unlike a saber or sword. It was not meant for close combat, but was a precision weapon for long-range killing. Even minor damage could render it useless.

The archer from Zhao Family Fort had already drawn the War Bow nearly to its limit. With the bow under such tension, if its limbs were struck, it truly would not take much force to destroy it.

In fact, once a rifle bullet had flown five or six hundred meters, it did not have much kinetic energy left.

Second Lord Zhao fell silent as he listened. The other man was right. He actually understood the reasoning; he had merely pretended not to.

As for why he had pretended not to understand, wasn't it obvious? He wanted to use a "fine Battle Weapon" as bait and