Seeing that Alvin was so thin and weak, Graves estimated that he could probably exert 100 pounds of strength.
Alvin was a little reluctant. He actually didn't mean to change to a harder bow but he had wanted other events.
But now that he had the bow in his hands, he had to perform.
Fortunately, Alvin found a way out this time.
"More than a thousand pounds, this is a rare thing, tsk tsk."
"I might be able to come to a full draw but subsequently the accuracy will be greatly discounted."
Hearing this, Graves could not help but laugh.
Did he want to do a full draw?
This required at least a thousand pounds of strength.
Previously, they had tried to tie horses to the bowstring to draw the bow.
A person could be considered to have a godly innate strength if he was able to draw the bow to 10 centimeters.
And now, Alvin actually said that he might be able to come to a full draw.
Graves thought that Alvin was either joking or had no idea how hard the bow in his hand was.
It was impossible that he didn't even have the concept of a thousand pounds. Otherwise, he could not be a master archer.
"Here's the arrow."
Jax handed an arrow as thick as an arm to Alvin.
An arrow that matched the huge size of the bow was naturally not an ordinary arrow.
Alvin took the huge bow and walked to the waiting area.
Everyone looked at the ridiculously huge bow and frowned. Their hearts were full of doubts.
This was not something that a single person could play with.
Letting this young man draw the bow by himself was making things difficult for him.
Not to mention master archer, even if the previous Olympic champions lined up to operate the bow, there was nothing that they could do.
This young man did not offend anyone in any way, why did they have to use this thing on him?
But what everyone did not know was that Alvin, who was under the giant bow, actually heaved a sigh of relief.
If he had used the bows just now, he would have had exposed himself on the spot.
Instead, using a bow beyond the range of an ordinary person would give him an out.
In any case, when the time came, he would say that his strength was too great that he couldn't aim accurately at all.
As for drawing a bow?
That was Alvin's forte.
Now that his strength attribute had reached 340 points, it was no joke.
It was nearly eight or nine times that of a normal person. It was perfectly fine for him to exert more than a thousand pounds of strength.
Alvin stepped his foot on the body of the bow. The length of this bow had exceeded his arm span, so he could only use this method to draw it.
He lightly exerted force as if he was pulling the handle of a door.
The giant bow made a creaking sound. It had been too long since it was last stretched to this position. The dry and worn-out body of the bow shook and made the groaning and scraping sound.
"Oh my God!"
Everyone exclaimed. The scene in front of them was completely beyond their imagination.
The last time this bow was drawn to this position was by tying it to horses. It was to draw it forcefully to test the limits of the bow.
But now, a single person could draw to nearly half of the position.
It must have been a power beyond humans!
And looking at the rate it went, it seemed like he would continue to draw it.
Were this person's muscles made of iron?
Alvin continued to exert his strength. He remembered that the strength of a normal person was able to draw a hundred-pound bow at most. His strength was eight or nine times more than a normal person, so it was about right that he could fully draw the bow.
The further he drew the bow, the more strength he needed. Alvin took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and suddenly exerted his body's strength to the maximum.
Crack, crack, crack...
The bow, which was the size of a paddle, was now bent to almost 90 degrees. The wood fibers were clearly visible, almost sticking out. The bowstring was also turning white. This bow soon reached its limit.
Alvin realized that it had reached its limit. If the bow continued to be stretched, it might directly collapse, so he did not increase his strength.
It was as if a major event had taken place in the villa today. All the servants who passed by doing their work would stop by the archery range to take a look and raise their doubts.
"Is that something that a normal person can do?"
This was something that Graves could not be clearer about.
Unless the bow was spoiled, otherwise it only meant that Alvin had drawn a bow that weighed more than 1000 pounds.
This could not be merely described as having great strength. Instead, it could directly apply for the world record. If someone had foreseen this scene and set up a camera, the reporters would have come here to have an interview the next day.
Jax pouted his mouth into a circle. After so many years, he had once again seen the appearance of this bow when it was drawn. And this time, it was actually done by a human alone.
[Ding! From Jax's favorability +30, current 30 (favorability)]
"Ah?"
At this moment, Alvin suddenly heard the system's voice.
His action of drawing the bow seemed to have been appreciated by others.
This was not difficult for Alvin to understand. After all, men were men. One of the ways that men acknowledged each other was the strength in their bodies. It was the same principle as working out.
But the more Alvin thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. If he remembered correctly, his system was only effective for people who regarded him as a romantic partner.
Alvin turned around in fear and saw that Jax was trying his best to show off his strong muscles. He was even smiling inexplicably.
"F*ck, this is not what I want."
Alvin complained. Then, he heard the system's next voice.
[Due to increased favorability, obtained 3000 cold weapon mastery points.]
Alvin remembered that when his favorability increased, he would receive some rewards. As for what the rewards were, it would depend on what skills the other party was best at.
Jax seemed to be a hanger-on that Graves had specially recruited. His usual job was a weapon coach. So he was obviously best at things related to cold weapons.
Therefore, he could understand why he obtained so many cold weapons mastery points this time.
...
[Host: Alvin]
[Strength: 340]
[Speed: 6.25]
[Reaction time: 0.4]
[Cold weapons proficiency: 3,010 (↑3,000)]
[Firearms proficiency: 10]
...
His attribute panel flashed in front of him. The column that represented cold weapons had already reached more than 3,000 points.
Alvin did not know what this attribute meant. He seemed to remember that a normal person would have around 10 points.