Ordinary people can also be extraordinary

"Silver Tiger Bow? Why is it named this?"

Sima Feng asked curiously, and walked up to it, picked up the bow with his left hand, and was immediately surprised. The bow weighed no less than 400 kilograms. Ordinary people could not lift such a heavy bow.

"You'll know when you try it later."

Mr. Ou didn't say it directly, but kept it a secret.

Sima Sima Feng pulled the bowstring hard but only pulled it 50% of the way. Then he let go of the bowstring. His right fingers were hurt by the bowstring.

"You haven't been using the bow for long?"

Old Man Ou watched Sima Feng draw the bow several times and shook his head. Sima Feng drew the bow purely by brute force and it could be said that he had no skill at all.

"I have been using the bow for several years, so I am quite proficient at it."

Sima Feng ignored what Mr. Ou said and thought he was praising himself.

So he taught Sima Feng some basic knowledge on using a bow, which made Sima Feng stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there were so many principles in archery.

"I have to wear a martial arts ring to pull the strings. No wonder my fingers were always injured before."

Sima Feng suddenly realized, so he put on a leather sheath on his left hand, put the finger ring on the thumb of his right hand, and exerted force with both hands. The sound of humming and howling kept appearing until Sima Feng pulled the bow into a full moon and released it instantly. A howling sound exploded out of nowhere and echoed in the empty room.

"No wonder it's called the Silver Tiger Bow, it's so apt."

Sima Feng couldn't let go of the Silver Tiger Bow. He used all his strength and finally pulled the bow completely.

Old Master Ou had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced. He did not expect that Sima Feng could really pull the bow. This bow finally met someone who could pull it in his life.

Sima Feng looked at the shelf and saw a few specially made arrows, so he picked one up and prepared to draw the bow to test its power.

"Good man, I have a place for testing arrows, come with me."

Old Master Ou also wanted to know the power of this arrow, so he took Sima Feng to a training ground and arranged for people to prepare.

Soon Sima Feng was standing on a flat ground. Two hundred meters away was a target made of fine iron. In the center of the target were three pieces of wood with a diameter of one meter.

Sima Feng picked up the Silver Tiger Bow, put an arrow on it, and clenched his hands. Another humming sound was heard, and the Silver Tiger Bow was pulled open ten layers. Sima Feng's hands were throbbing with veins, and the veins on his forehead were also throbbing. Then he aimed at the target, and a tiger howl mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, as powerful as thunder, went straight to the target.

The onlookers could not see the trajectory of the arrow at all. They only saw the wood in the middle fall down one after another, and then there was a loud noise above the target, followed by an explosion from the wall behind the target. Cracks appeared on the wall within a one-meter range centered on the arrow.

Everyone was stunned. When they went up to check, they found that all the wood had been shot through, the palm-thick iron of the target had been shot through, and the one-meter-thick brick and stone wall behind the target had also been shot through.

After Sima Feng finished shooting, his hands felt weak and he couldn't shoot another arrow with all his strength. He had to take a rest.

Looking at the power, Sima Feng was very satisfied. He put the bow directly on his body and prepared to go out.

"Wait a moment."

Old Master Ou walked over and blocked Sima Feng's way.

"Didn't you say you would give it to me as long as I could open it? Why are you going to regret it? But you can pay for it, too. Just tell me how much it is?"

Sima Feng thought that Mr. Ou didn't want him to take the bow away. He liked it very much and wanted to buy it even if he had to sell it.

"I'm sorry, sir. According to our ancestors' rule, if you can pull it open, you can take it. But please leave your name so that I can know who has the bow."

"So that's how it is. My name is Sima Feng."

After Sima Feng finished speaking, he prepared to walk towards the questioning room.

"and many more."

Mr. Ou stopped him again.

"Anything else, old man?"

Sima Feng asked doubtfully.

"This book contains my ancestors' insights into bows and shooting. Now that you have this bow, don't bury it. Also, I asked someone to get you some arrows. A good bow needs good arrows to unleash its maximum power."

After Mr. Ou finished speaking, two people soon came over carrying a quiver containing dozens of arrows of various types. Sima Feng looked at some of them and asked curiously:

"Why is this arrow curved? The arrowhead is weird. Oh, and why is the arrowhead so big?"

Mr. Ou rolled his eyes, but still explained calmly:

"These arrows are designed to deal with different scenarios. Each arrow has its own function. When the time comes, take a good look at the book I gave you and you'll understand."

"That's it."

Sima Feng seemed to understand, and hung the quiver on his body as well. He then bowed to Mr. Ou to thank him and prepared to leave again.

"Good man, go through the back door. Mr. Shen is still here. If you go out through the main door, there will probably be a conflict."

When Mr. Ou saw Sima Feng walking towards the gate, he kindly reminded him.

"Conflict? Hey, we're here to look for conflict."

Sima Feng smiled faintly and strode towards the gate.

Zhang Chen waited outside for a long time. Then he saw Sima Feng walking out from the gate. Looking at the bow hanging on his body and his irrepressible smile, Zhang Chen also smiled slightly, knowing that Sima Feng must have got a bow that satisfied him.

Shen Meng, who was waiting outside, saw Sima Feng with a bow hanging on his body, and immediately stepped forward and said to Sima Feng:

"Boy, if you know what's best for you, leave your bow here, and I'll give you some money."

"What if I don't know what's best for me?"

Sima Feng looked at Shen Meng with a smile.

"Don't think you can't be ignorant of the world just because you have a little strength. Do you know where you are? Who am I?"

Seeing that Sima Feng was not going to give it, Shen Meng began to threaten him.

"Aren't you the city lord's son?"

Sima Feng said lightly.

"That's good to know. Why don't you give me the bow?"

Shen Meng thought Sima Feng was scared and gave the order proudly.

Sima Feng slowly took off the bow, then drew out an arrow and put it on, then aimed at Shen Meng's guards.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death?"

At first Shen Meng thought Sima Feng was going to give him the bow, but he unexpectedly pointed the bow and arrow at him in the blink of an eye. At such a close distance, he had seen Sima Feng pulling the bow just now, and he saw that he was very strong and his face looked a little panicked, so he started to threaten him.

"It is said that a sword needs blood to sharpen its edge. Now that I have a bow, I will use your blood to sharpen my bow."

As soon as Sima Feng finished speaking, he pulled the bow 50% and shot at the guards. There was a continuous sound of "pu pu" and more than a dozen guards immediately fell to the ground with their hands covering their chests. They happened to be standing in a row and were shot by Sima Feng's arrow.

Shen Meng and the remaining guards were frightened. The dead guards were all wearing armor, but Sima Feng still shot more than a dozen of them with one arrow. Seeing Sima Feng approaching him with murderous intent, Shen Meng collapsed to the ground in fear, stammering:

"You...can't kill...kill me. My father is the city lord, and my sister is...is the princess. If you kill me, they won't let you go."

"Is it the prince who loves to drink tea picked by young girls?"

Sima Feng replied, murderous intent in his eyes.