Leisurely Traveler with Check-in System

Chapter 296 - 131: Shoeing Horses, Drawing Powerful Bows!

At this moment, Batur’s gaze was fixed on Li Younan, who had been watching them with interest.

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Since the weather was quite cold, Li Younan was wearing a down jacket, completely concealing his physique.

He had a body that wasn’t particularly bulky, and strength isn’t just about body’s dimensions; neural recruitment ability is a crucial factor in affecting strength.

Li Younan’s neural recruitment ability, after several rounds of systematic enhancement, was close to the human limit and could use an 80-pound bow.

Even stronger bows, though not for regular use, should not be difficult to draw.

Thinking of this, Li Younan naturally felt eager to try.

But seeing Li Younan’s physique, Batur regretted not bringing the 60-pound bow.

After all, Li Younan is quite a big streamer; if he couldn’t draw a bow, it would be quite embarrassing.

While hesitating, his wife went up to greet Li Younan first.

Since they had communicated on WeChat before, there wasn’t much small talk.

Li Younan knew they were looking to channel traffic, but didn’t mind.

He just kept his eyes on the bow, curious if he could use a 120-pound strong bow now.

Batur handed the 80-pound bow to Li Younan, saying, "Try this 80-pound bow first."

Li Younan took the 80-pound bow; it was a traditional bow that required a thumb ring, which Batur handed over, planning to show Li Younan how to use it.

But to his surprise, Li Younan skillfully put it on his thumb.

Unexpectedly, not only could Li Younan use the thumb ring, but the detailed handling was clearly from someone experienced, setting it at an angle only an adept archer would naturally assume.

Batur was taken aback, his doubt growing, making him hold back his instructions to Li Younan.

Li Younan tried to pull it, which made Batur nervous, but then Li Younan suddenly stopped.

His gaze was directed at a target about 50 meters away, in an open area, surrounded by nothing that could be accidentally shot, very safe.

Li Younan asked Xiaowang, "Could you lend me an arrow?"

Xiaowang, with a quiver on his back, hesitated and smiled, "Going straight with an arrow?"

Li Younan only said that dry firing harms the bow, a good reason, for if he drew and couldn’t hold it, dry firing could easily damage the bow.

Xiaowang handed over an arrow.

Batur, laughing, said, "An 80-pound bow is actually quite hard to draw; without training, most ordinary people can’t move it..." These words were to pre-emptively give Li Younan a face-saving out.

Li Younan didn’t mind, took a deep breath, looked at the target, narrowed his eyes, raised the bow.

The next moment, the bowstring was drawn without the slightest hesitation.

Li Younan squinted as the arrow shot straight out with a twang, hitting the lower edge of the target’s center.

Having gauged the force and trajectory of the bow, he was sure the next shot would hit the bullseye, but chose not to shoot again. He turned to the surprised Batur and said, "I think I could try the 120-pound bow."

Batur hesitated, realizing that Li Younan’s accuracy wasn’t just luck, playing with an 80-pound bow so easily; his strength was not lacking.

Batur responded quickly, showing an excited smile, "Easily drew the 80-pound bow! Sure, let’s go for the 120!"

When Li Younan picked up the 120-pound bow, Lan Yiyi, curious, tried to pull the 80-pound bow.

While pulling, she widened her eyes... the bow didn’t budge, she stuck out her tongue and put it back.

The bow felt heavy as iron, conveying a silent oppressive force.

Taking a deep breath, Li Younan firmly rooted his feet on the ground.

Raising the bow was much slower than usual, as if pushing an invisible wall.

Muscle fibers deep within his shoulders and back began to contract—a familiar stretch, but with double the intensity, teetering on the edge of tearing.

Every inch the bow arm moved back seemed to extract all his strength.

His arm trembled with fine, uncontrollable vibrations—not fear, but a pure physiological response—signaling strength at its limit.

Yet strangely, Li Younan felt exhilarated.

Finally, the string reached behind his ear, the familiar anchor point.

Breath became heavy, with each heartbeat pounding clearly against his chest, the pulse echoing in his arrow-holding fingers.

In his sight, there was only the tiny bullseye 50 meters away, everything else blurred.

Strength was taut at the critical point, the string hardened into steel at his fingertips.

Hesitation was impossible; any longer, and his strength would collapse.

Release!

It wasn’t letting go, but liberation.

The moment his conscious command was issued, the last small, usually unnoticed muscle group in his back violently contracted.

The string slipped from his fingers, unleashing tremendous power.

Buzz!

A deep, thunderous boom as the bow recoiled sharply forward, numbing his left arm and sending pain through his thumb.

The massive recoil caused a slight sway, but he remained firmly planted.

As the arrow left the string, it shot out almost parallel to the ground.

Too fast to clearly see the shaft, it left only the briefest sound of slicing through the air.

With no arc or wobble, it flew in a perfectly straight line, like a stretched gray shadow.

The heavy arrow endowed it with terrifying kinetic energy, compressing the 50-meter distance in an instant.

Only with a strong bow is it possible to perform such awe-inspiring feats like piercing a willowy target from a hundred steps or shooting a halberd at the gate.

Li Younan’s eyes stayed glued on the gray shadow.

It didn’t waver or sway; its trajectory was surprisingly stable.

Thud!

A heavy impact sound came from afar, clear and forceful.

The fletching at the arrow’s tail quivered slightly on the target.

The arrowhead was deeply embedded in the target paper, the massive impact making the entire target sway noticeably.

This was why Li Younan couldn’t control the arrow to hit dead center, even with the system’s support; his strength wasn’t sufficient for such precision.

He slowly lowered the bow, the muscles in his arms twitching, his back ablaze with soreness.

At this moment, Batur was utterly amazed.