In the bedroom.
Chen Shouyi held the War Bow, drawing it tight, then slowly loosened the bowstring.
The air vibrated with a humming sound.
After drawing it seven or eight times continuously, his arm started to tremble slightly. He drew it two more times before finally stopping.
"This bow is truly too heavy," he sighed inwardly.
Even though he could now draw it several times in succession, it was practically useless in actual combat.
First of all, the speed of drawing the bowstring was too slow.
The heavier the bow, the more effort it took, and the slower the draw.
In his level of combat, it could only be described as split-second; with such a slow draw, the enemy would probably attack before he could fully draw the bow.
Secondly, the inevitable trembling of his arm also greatly compromised his accuracy.
Chen Shouyi reassembled and stored the bow, massaging his sore arm.
