Chen Fan walked into the warehouse, his gaze falling on the second bow.
This bow was almost as tall as him, with a bronze-colored body that glimmered and a taut bowstring, making it evident that drawing it would be no easy task.
He moved his gaze to the right, landing on the last bow.
This bow was nearly two meters long, with a pitch-black body and bowstring, exuding a feeling of lethality.
"Don't even look at that one." At that moment, a voice came from outside the door, and Chen Fan turned around.
Zhang Ren limped in, "Even though you are at Body Tempering Third Layer now, it's still too early for you to draw this 300-pound bow. The one with 200 pounds of draw weight is just right for you."
"Mm."
Chen Fan responded, then curiously asked:
"Uncle Zhang, how powerful is this 200-pound bow?"
Zhang Ren squinted his eyes slightly and slowly uttered two words, "Very strong."
"Very strong?"
Chen Fan repeated, thinking that he knew it was strong, but just how strong?
