Chapter 214: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 214 Thick Armor Heavy Bow

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In competition events such as the Olympics, athletes' bow equipment are quite high-tech products, with sights to determine position, allowing the installation of stabilizers or flight dampers to ensure the arrow's flight stability, clickers and balance rods to assist the archer's performance, and arrow rests are professional and meticulous to a degree ancient archers could not understand at all...

Actually there is even better equipment; clickers can be replaced with electric draw indicators, magnifying devices such as prisms and lenses can be added to sights, and spirit levels and corresponding electronic components are even more excessive. Similarly for aiming, "peep sights" can also be installed on the bowstring...

In short, all modifications to modern bows and arrows are to pursue extreme precision. The corresponding strength requirement is much smaller; basically as long as one can shoot through a target 90 meters away... if needed, the Archery League could even advocate changing the target's hardness, so that carbon arrows with less gravitational potential energy can pierce the target.

The athletes present all use such high-tech bows and arrows; they have seen traditional bows and arrows, used traditional bows and arrows, and even learned the usage methods and principles of such bows and arrows, but rarely see anyone shooting formally with traditional bows and arrows.

Shooting 10 arrows in 25 seconds is absolutely a foolish performance in modern archery competitions.

But She Lei's performance was surprisingly good. This slightly exceeded his usual speed, but his precision did not drop; it could be called an extraordinary performance.

He was also confident such results had reached the limit, smiling complacently as he answered Wu Jingjing's question, proudly raising his head and saying: "I am a Level 2 Student of Chen Family Martial Arts Hall."

Overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia are very familiar with martial arts halls; she immediately asked: "Who is the Hall Master?"

"The Hall Master is Chen Yi." When She Lei said the name, his legs unconsciously straightened.

"Chen Yi." Wu Jingjing has an excellent memory; her mind immediately surfaced that handsome young Chinese man who was excessively handsome, who had considerable research on antiques, and who presided over the securities company transaction in Malaysia—now looking back, the profit was actually over 2 times, earning at least 1 billion US dollars, and the profit was still rising... unfortunately back then investment banks were unwilling to take risks, and investment clients were full of doubts; only he actually went to the Sultan of Malaysia... He was also a businessman with strange hobbies, wanting to buy pure wood pulp; compared to the previous highlights, this point was not so eye-catching.

She thought for a long time, and the male athlete beside her kept asking: "Jingjing, Jingjing."

Quite a few Malays learn Chinese; his tone was basically normal.

Wu Jingjing came to her senses, turned around indifferently, and actually did not answer him.

Just then her assistant walked over, stopped the male athlete and said: "Mizan, please address her as Wu Jingjing or Miss Wu."

This way, She Lei noticed Mizan, discovering he was a young man of similar age to himself, slightly more handsome, and his guard rose greatly in his heart.

Chasing beauties is indeed full of difficulties!

"I must cross mountains and ridges!"

She Lei encouraged himself.

At this time, Wu Jingjing ended her reminiscence and asked with a smile: "Can you do it again?"

"Of course, let me show you my special skill, 20 consecutive shots." She Lei was sweating all over, but from a sports perspective, it was just the end of warm-up. He wiped his forehead himself, asked for another quiver of arrows, and said: "Help me take off my armor."

"Your martial arts hall is quite impressive..."

Mizan's words had not yet fallen when a "thud" was heard; over a hundred jin of leather armor fell onto the gymnasium's wooden floor.

Called leather armor, but the skin thickness of West Continent animals, especially the density of the outer skin, was almost comparable to steel and entertainment celebrities; especially the weight was excessive. Sufficient sunlight and rich vegetation gave birth to too many energy-wasting creatures. They wore thick skin, ate fresh tender grass dozens of times that of cattle and sheep, wandered leisurely in the forest, and when encountering ordinary bow and arrow shooting, they would still scratch their backs without pain or itch...

The skin, hard to strip off, worn on a normal person was simply painful; not to mention She Lei, even a naked bear of Body Technique Level 3 would not dare say they could wear armor and move freely, but the armor itself was indeed eye-catching, especially that huge sound.

Mizan stepped forward, stretched out his hand and smiled: "Sounds like very heavy armor..."

Two bowstrings blocked in front of his fingers.

Liang Yu and Sang Chengqiang each held a bow in one hand and pressed a short stick on their thighs with the other, speaking in unison: "Keep your distance."

This was something trained long ago, with a standard procedure, belonging to the type that cannot be violated.

Mizan looked at him, disappointed and defeated, sheepishly withdrew his hand, and said: "It's just a piece of armor."

"How heavy?" Wu Jingjing asked curiously.

She wanted to know under what burden the other party shot those 10 arrows.

Liang Yu and Sang Chengqiang looked at each other, not yet speaking, when the impatient She Lei spoke first: "75 kilograms, nothing much."

Wu Jingjing roughly calculated and exclaimed: "165 pounds?"

"You shoot arrows while carrying 165 pounds?" Everyone gathered around. Such a great weight, to have an athlete carry it and be able to do it, and after carrying it to still perform the drawing motion—that was too much.

"Such cruel training."

"Such a martial arts hall should be very famous."

"Does archery require weight-bearing training?"

"The bows and arrows they carry seem to have real killing power..."

Everyone chattered noisily, making She Lei dizzy from listening.

He decided not to participate in it, only half-kneeling on the ground, placing the feathered arrows from the arrow pot one by one according to the direction of the main feather, arranged in front of him.

A row of 20 feathered arrows, long hardwood arrow shafts, pleasant and tranquil. Sharp bone tips, enchanting and submissive. Bright feathers, intoxicating and exciting.

The sounds beside him naturally became lower and disappeared.

She Lei was single-minded, lightly adjusted his posture, nocked a feathered arrow, held only the arrow tail with his thumb, then raised the bow, drew the string, aimed, released the string, all in one go. Only to see 20 arrows fly out almost connected together.

The target 70 meters away made ping-pong-pang-pang sounds.

50 seconds, 20 arrows; this was almost She Lei's limit.

When all the bone arrows hit the target, She Lei was sweating all over, bean-sized beads hanging on his face. But he did not care about these, first asking Wu Jingjing: "How was it?"

"Not bad."

Wu Jingjing guaranteed that what she said had no falsehood. Not to mention modern archers, even ancient English longbowmen, their speed shooting rate was 12 arrows per minute, and required a hit rate over 90%. Although that was only the level of soldiers, English longbowmen of the 15th century were soldiers tested by time, trained from childhood until their spines twisted; whether in time or intensity, they far surpassed moderns. And this martial arts hall student could increase speed by 75% on that basis; indeed not simple.

Mizan was also surprised speechless, only able to say: "You use the Mediterranean Draw, right? But with some difference."

"Slightly improved." She Lei barely circulated his Body Technique movement, lifting his legs and feet for two or three minutes before straightening his body, and said to Wu Jingjing: "We usually train archery, but this is the first time seeing a professional player."

He truly had nothing to chat about, so he could only bring up a common hobby.

A group of athletes smiled awkwardly; their precision was certainly higher, but seeing others shoot 20 arrows so straightforwardly, while they themselves used bows with countless accessories, aiming for 30 seconds, no one was embarrassed to come out and show off; after all it was not a competition, a difference of a few rings meant nothing.

Mizan rolled his eyes and asked: "Can I use your bow and arrow?"

He felt such fast shooting speed meant the bow must have something special.

She Lei hesitated a moment, and to show his generosity, handed it to Mizan.

The latter took it in hand, and his first impression was that it was light.

Although it was a longbow made of hardwood, a piece of hardwood weighed less than 10 kilograms. But the bows and arrows used in men's competitions were made entirely of metal materials and had various attachments, weighing up to 22 kilograms.

He chuckled to himself, pulled the bowstring slightly, and said, "It's a self bow, so why not use a recurve bow or a compound bow?"

She Lei shook his head; he was looking at Wu Jingjing and couldn't be bothered with this Malay.

Mizan added, "The bowstring is made of beast sinew? Your Hall Master must have a very strong interest in antiquity—it's such a waste. Synthetic fiber could achieve the same effect. Hmm, the wood is also very good wood core; it's hard to tell the variety, but the texture is very hard..."

As he watched, his competitive spirit faded, but he became interested in this Chen Family Martial Arts Hall. Many people liked playing with antique weapons; some even bought damaged armor and weapons specifically to melt down or repair into things they liked, spending hundreds of thousands of US dollars was quite normal. Now this bow and arrow seemed to be made according to ancient methods, using as many similar ancient materials as possible. 100,000 US dollars might not be certain, but 30,000 to 50,000 US dollars was inevitable.

Mizan glanced at the same type of similar bows and arrows worn by other students and couldn't help but wonder if these were defective products discarded in order to make a top-quality bow.

So he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of bow and arrow does your Hall Master use?"

"One slightly bigger than mine," She Lei said, referring to a Four-Stone Bow, which had a draw weight of nearly 400 jin. To modern people with such weak physiques, it was equivalent to the level of Shenjia.

Mizan, however, thought his guess was correct, and while drawing the string, he sighed, "It seems he must have designed a good bow for himself."

Since he was speaking, his spirit wasn't focused enough; as soon as he drew the string, he actually couldn't pull it.

Although Mizan immediately stepped into a bow stance, pressed down, and drew the bow hard, he still managed to draw it to a full draw. But everyone present was someone who played with bows and arrows—who wouldn't be able to tell?

Light laughter rang out one after another, making Mizan unable to stay; he put down the bow and left.

Wu Jingjing showed a small surprise, lifted it to try, and found it was a strong bow of over 100 pounds. This was almost her limit.

Normal archery enthusiasts could show off with a 60-pound bow; most played with small bows of twenty or thirty pounds, glancing at forty or fifty-pound recurve bows at most—and in ancient times, this was equivalent to a Three-Dan Bow, mostly made of bamboo. The gap between professional soldiers and non-professional soldiers was so huge that in the late Qing dynasty, the Eight Banners Soldiers spent all day playing with Bird Bows; their arms, trained by holding teapots, couldn't lift a big bow.

"Shoot 20 times in a row with a 100-pound strong bow?"

Wu Jingjing said in disbelief, "Your Hall Master—is he more powerful than you?"

She Lei puffed out his chest, but it soon collapsed again, and he said weakly, "He's definitely much more powerful than me."

"How many pounds is the bow he uses?"

The friendly classical beauty asked, and the students' sense of confidentiality was weak to the point of nothingness. The not-fat little fatty spoke first: "I've seen the Hall Master use a Four-Stone Bow."

"I've seen him use a Six-Stone Bow."

"A Six-Stone Bow, a draw weight of 300 kilograms?" Wu Jingjing said in disbelief. "660 pounds? How is that possible?"

"Can he draw it fully? Is it a crossbow mechanism?"

"The Hall Master can shoot 30 times in a row with a Six-Stone Bow. Whenever students formally practice archery, he demonstrates it." She Lei gestured while speaking, defending him: "We've all seen him shoot through wooden shields 30 centimeters away."

The athletes looked at each other, and those who cultivated also stopped, looking at She Lei as if watching a monkey show, and said with a laugh, "If he's really that powerful, why not go to the Olympics? He could even win at weightlifting."

She Lei was worried about leaving a bad name for bragging in front of the beauty, and said anxiously, "The Hall Master is a student at Jiangning University; let's go invite him."

"Go invite him."

"We'll wait."

The athletes were annoyed with their training and swarmed forward.

Sang Chengqiang pulled She Lei and said, "If we do this, will the Hall Master be unhappy?"

"It's fine." With the beauty before him, She Lei had thrown caution to the wind.