By the time she had become a Divine Archer, she was already able to use a hard bow weighing over 300 pounds.
Compared to those real instruments of murder, the traditional bow in He Tiantian's hands seemed like a mere toy at this moment.
Despite being a toy, it was still a functional bow and arrow, albeit somewhat less powerful.
He Tiantian had spent over thirty years with bows and arrows in the learning space, and had long grown accustomed to all types of bows and arrows.
She adjusted her arm strength appropriately according to the traditional bow in her hand.
Whoosh!
The arrow flew out.
Maybe it was adapting to the bow and arrow, or coordinating her body, He Tiantian's first arrow missed the target.
He Tiantian wasn't discouraged or annoyed, but calmly drew another arrow instead.
Whoosh!
Thwack!
The arrowhead precisely stuck into the trunk, only, it was still some distance from the bullseye He Tiantian had envisioned in her mind.
