If it were a contest of pure arm strength, he really couldn't beat Ye Feng.
Those who practice martial arts do not cultivate brute force.
However, to save face, he had no choice but to decline, saying that a gentleman does not take what others cherish.
I was actually regretting it terribly; I should have trained my arms more.
Once outside, having learned from yesterday's lesson, Ye Feng chose a small tree, about the thickness of a calf, as his target.
At a distance of about 12 meters, after a brief aiming, he drew his bow and fired...
The first arrow pierced the tree stump, but the second arrow missed.
An awkward silence fell over the room, with only two women clapping in encouragement.
"Brother Feng, you must be too tired. Why don't you rest for a while?"
As an experienced archer, Qi Xiaoyan naturally saw the problem.
Just now, when Ye Feng drew the bow, his left hand holding the bow visibly trembled.
Anyone who has ever used a bow knows that, in addition to posture and technique, the hand holding the bow is actually very important for accurate shooting.
If there is any wobbling, it will be impossible to achieve a precise strike, and the arrow will deviate from its original aiming path.
Therefore, the steadyer your hand, the more accurate your arrow will be.
"Brother Feng, is this bow too heavy?"
Ye Feng nodded helplessly…
"The weight is actually not too bad, you can get used to it once you get used to it."
Aiming during rapid fire is very difficult, and...
In the future, when fighting against others, especially when one is outnumbered.
I certainly can't stand still and shoot, so I need to practice shooting while retreating.
In short... this requires a lot of practice.
Tang Weiwei walked slowly to the small tree, looked at the depth of the arrow stuck in it, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Its power is comparable to that of a compound bow. If you practice well, you might actually be able to take on seven people at once."
Ye Feng lowered his arms; his arms were already a little sore from just holding them up for a short while.
To reach that level, one must be able to shoot at will, simply by raising one's hand.
Just like the compound bow he's using now, his arm would start to ache after shooting just two arrows at first.
But now I've completely adapted.
"Don't worry, I'll learn it. I won't need that compound bow anymore... You can keep it."
Tang Weiwei raised her eyebrows sharply, trying hard to suppress her inner joy.
He's not very good at using a repeating bow, but he can manage to use a compound bow.
His recurve bow was stolen; it weighs about 35 pounds and he's already fully adapted to it.
Ye Feng's compound bow weighs 40 pounds, so the difference between the two is not significant.
However, their power is on a completely different level.
"Are you serious? I'm very interested in your bow, and I won't hold back this time."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and nodded.
This time he was sincere, but not because he wanted to repay a life-saving debt.
It's just that there's no one in their team who can use it.
Qi Xiaoyan was already struggling with a recurve bow; after all, women's strength is limited, let alone a 36-pound compound bow.
Fu Changxiong could manage to play, but he knew absolutely nothing about archery and had no interest in it.
If we force him to play, it might cause him to accidentally injure his teammates in a fight later.
Therefore, it would be better to do Tang Weiwei a favor and give it to her directly.
"Of course I'm serious. Such a fine bow can only be brought to its full potential when it's in the hands of a master like you."
As he spoke, he took off the compound bow from his neck and handed over the release device he always wore on his wrist.
Because this compound bow comes with a release handle, making it very convenient to use, there's no need for him to keep it.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Tang Weiwei reached out and caught it, excitedly stroking the bowed body, and weighed it in her hand for a moment…
It's a bit heavy, but you can manage it if you work on your arm strength.
When do we set off?
No rush.
Ye Feng glanced at his injured companions…
Right now, it's definitely not the right time to set off.
Not to mention the possibility of encountering other teams, the risk of wound infection is very high.
Although he has the medicine, it's best to be prudent and avoid things that should be avoided.
"Let's gather all our tools together first; we're going to be very busy from now on."
"busy?"
Tang Weiwei frowned, looking puzzled.
"Don't we have plenty of dried meat? What are you still busy with?"
"Of course it's for iron smelting. Quickly bring out any knives you don't need or can't use anymore."
"Refine...refine what!?"
Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu both stared at Ye Feng with wide eyes.
In this environment... without any tools, the young man in front of me actually said he wanted to smelt iron?
Seeing the three people staring in disbelief, Liu Sisi covered her mouth and chuckled.
This was exactly the same expression she had when she saw Ye Feng make the smelting furnace.
In the past two days, he boasted to the three of them about many of Ye Feng's deeds.
However, most of the stories are about the hardships they experienced and the delicious food they tasted.
Thinking about it carefully, I realized I hadn't actually talked about the part about making the arrows.
"Oh dear, what's so surprising about this, brothers?"
My brother Feng is multi-talented and a master craftsman; there's no craft he can't do.
They can make even the impossible. Do you really think the only Chinese person to top the list is just a figurehead?
You guys go quickly..."
Upon hearing this, the group was still full of questions. They knew Ye Feng had some skills, but this idea of refining iron in the wild was just too far-fetched.
For these people who couldn't even build a treehouse properly, it was simply a pipe dream.
However, Tang Weiwei didn't ask. She would only know if it was a mule or a horse after she had seen it.
He then gave a wink to the side, and soon Zhan Pengwu took out the tool bag.
Ye Feng also asked Fu Changxiong to bring him a bag.
The two sides unzipped their zippers, and a clanging sound of metal clashing rang out as countless knives of all kinds fell out.
You can tell at a glance that it must weigh at least 60 pounds.
These were all captured by them, from the bodies of their dead enemies.
Ye Feng carefully counted: dagger, machete, short knife, kitchen knife, fruit knife…
There are a total of 29 weapons, some made of iron and some of steel.
And this doesn't even include the knives they were using; otherwise, there would have been over forty of them.
"Wow...you guys are something else, having so many knives?"
Tang Weiwei kicked the pile of knives, looking completely unconcerned.
"These were all stolen, but most of them are useless."
It seems a waste to throw it away, but keeping it would be too heavy to carry while traveling.
"You really intend to refine them? And with what will you use?"
"Hmph, of course it's with hardworking hands..."
Ye Feng squatted down, fiddling with the knives scattered on the ground, his heart filled with joy.
He was thinking about this problem on his way back.
Having too many knives is pointless; one or two are enough for chopping wood and self-defense.
The others are like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.
Aside from increasing the load, it's basically useless.
That's why Ye Feng wanted to solve them all and transform them into more useful tools.
One-third of the arrows produced last time have already been used up.
Including those worn out along the way, those lost while hunting, and those that cannot be recovered…
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