"This bow's frame is made from the rare bloodwood that's a thousand years old, and the bowstring is crafted from a five-hundred-year-old exotic beast tendon mixed with other materials, both extremely hard to find in the marketplace," he said.
Fifty stone.
In terms of pulling force, that's just under ten thousand catties.
For a Refining Organ Martial Artist, naturally, it would be possible to draw.
Chen Sansi squatted down, assembled the archery equipment with his tools, and after adjusting it in his hand, even the grip, likely made of exotic beast skin, felt comfortable to hold.
When he was ready, he slowly drew the bowstring with the help of his Qi-Blood, aimed at a pine tree trunk about twenty centimeters in diameter two hundred steps away, and loosed an arrow.
"Whizz—"
"Bang—"
