Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 138 I understand a little, I understand a little (Seeking monthly votes)
Half past two in the afternoon.

The air seemed to carry a leisurely atmosphere unique to Chengdu, or perhaps it should be said that the whole of Sichuan had a relaxed feeling of living life to the fullest.

Chen Baiyu once saw people calmly playing mahjong outside when the water was already knee-deep in the streets.

This kind of leisurely pace.

It's ingrained in the bones of Sichuan people.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating Qi Yueyao's slightly excited yet somewhat tired face.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of a club called "Zhu Lu Archery".

The club has a grand facade, and the crossbows and arrows on display can be vaguely seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows, exuding an atmosphere that blends power and elegance.

Just got off the bus.

Chen Baiyu saw Zhao Lei and a middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a gray casual polo shirt, frameless glasses, and with a calm and capable demeanor.

They were already standing at the door waiting.

Zhao Lei, looking quite energetic, immediately broke into a smile when he saw Chen Baiyu's car and strode over to greet her.

"Brother Chen! Haha, we've finally arrived!"

Zhao Lei's voice was still loud and clear.

Ever since the Lin Tie incident, he has consciously been calling Chen Baiyu "brother".

At that moment, he patted Chen Baiyu on the shoulder.

He then glanced at Qi Yueyao and her second uncle behind him and nodded, his expression friendly.

"This is the guy I told you about, Lao Li, Li Jinsong, the owner of this club, and also the vice president of our Chengdu Archery Association." Zhao Lei enthusiastically introduced his friend. "Lao Li, this is Brother Chen Baiyu, the guy I mentioned to you, the one who easily beat Lin Tie to a pulp!"

Li Jinsong pushed up his glasses.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses was scrutinizing and filled with barely concealed curiosity, but more than anything, it was the politeness and warmth of a shrewd socialite.

He stepped forward with a smile and extended his hand to Chen Baiyu: "Mr. Chen, it's an honor to meet you! I've often heard Old Zhao mention you, but seeing you in person is truly an experience! You are indeed a man of extraordinary bearing!"

"My name is Li Jinsong. I run this little restaurant and I also enjoy playing with bows and arrows in my spare time; it's all about enthusiasts exchanging ideas. Your presence today is truly an honor!"

His handshake was firm and steady.

He also speaks with great tact.

Even though Chen Baiyu wasn't that familiar with Zhao Lei before, and it was unlikely that Zhao Lei would mention her often, he still praised her without hesitation in his words.

"Mr. Li, you're too kind. I'm sorry to have troubled Brother Zhao and you today."

Chen Baiyu shook hands with him.

Because he had used his connections, a slight smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"Don't mention it! Welcome, welcome!"

Li Jinsong laughed heartily.

He then turned his gaze to Qi Yueyao, his smile softening: "This little princess must be the little archer who wants to try it out, right? She's so pretty! Come on, Coach Liu, could you please take this little girl to the beginner's area? We've prepared a children's recurve bow with the lowest draw weight and safety gear for her. It's in a separate little area over there, safe and quiet."

A young and capable female coach immediately stepped forward and guided Qi Yueyao with a friendly smile.

Qi Yueyao's face immediately lit up. She glanced at Chen Baiyu and received a gentle nod from him before timidly but excitedly following the female coach.

The second uncle quickly expressed his gratitude.

Then it followed closely behind, like a loyal guard.

After the two people walked away.

Zhao Lei smiled at Chen Baiyu and said, "Alright, the kids have plans, how about we brothers go in and have some fun? Old Li has a lot of good stuff here!"

After saying that, he glanced at Li Jingsong and said with a hint of mischief in his tone, "Old Li is one of the top archers in the professional archery association. We can't waste the opportunity to have him play with us today."

Li Jinsong waved his hand modestly, but there was a hint of confidence in his eyes: "Don't listen to Old Zhao's nonsense. He's just been playing with bows for half his life, it's just a hobby. Mr. Chen, please come in?"

Chen Baiyu nodded.

They followed the two into the club.

In the spacious hall.

Dozens of archery lanes were neatly arranged, with some for solo practice and others for groups of two or three members exchanging ideas. The sounds of bowstrings tinkling and arrows piercing the air were constant.

The three did not head towards the bustling public area.

Instead, we walked a bit further in and came to a relatively independent, open-view private area, which was clearly prepared for important guests or internal exchanges.

Chen Baiyu found a place to sit down.

Li Jinsong then began to speak eloquently.

"Here you'll find modern competitive recurve bows, compound bows with release mechanisms, traditional bows and antique-style bows that rely purely on arm strength and feel, as well as a few custom-made hard-edged bows. Choose whichever you prefer."

Li Jinsong pointed to the dazzling array of bow stands on the side.

Zhao Lei picked up a modern competitive recurve bow, expertly put on the arm guard, and while nocking an arrow, said to Chen Baiyu, "I'm just a novice, just joining in the fun. Old Li is the real expert. Brother Chen, watch closely, I'll show you how."

Say it.

Zhao Lei stepped forward and began to draw his bow and nock an arrow.

Although the movements were not perfect, they were generally smooth and standard.

The first two arrows were not very accurate, but the following arrows all hit the target.

Overall, he's a newbie who's only played a few times.

Chen Baiyu glanced at the dazzling array of bow stands, then looked at Zhao Lei who was shooting arrows and Li Jingsong who was watching from the side, but said nothing.

He really didn't say much on the way here.

His mind was still preoccupied with another issue: Qi Yueyao's heart condition.

Chen Baiyu watched as Qi Yueyao, in the novice area not far away, curiously and cautiously held a children's bow under the guidance of a female coach.

The fingertips unconsciously rubbed together.

On his way here, he realized a problem.

If we have to talk about healing abilities, he also possesses a vast amount of life force that he has converted and stored within the Dragon Scale Dust using magic, which in a sense can indeed be considered a healing ability.

He tried.

This power can heal injuries, invigorate the spirit, and keep the body in peak condition as much as possible.

Although it is highly unlikely that it can be used to treat heart disease.

However, it can only provide a temporary relief, not a cure. It should be able to stabilize the situation when an attack occurs, or be used to maintain health and prevent the disease from recurring easily.

This thing should be absolutely beneficial and harmless. Even if it only temporarily replenishes some vitality and makes Qi Yueyao feel a little better, that would be fine.

But if we really want to use this power...

One must be able to extract only a tiny bit of the immense life essence contained within the dragon scale dust.

Like taking a drop of water from the ocean, precisely controlling it without causing a surge.

The power brought by vitality is too overwhelming; not everyone can absorb it as casually as Chen Baiyu, that beast.

He needs to perform surgery like a nanoscale operation.

I tried to use my will to peel away and capture even the faintest wisp of life force so that I could give it to Qi Yueyao.

Even a little bit too much can easily lead to overstimulation.

That wouldn't be good in the end.

He was deep in thought when Zhao Lei's greeting suddenly interrupted him.

"Why are you just sitting there?" "Do you know how to use a bow and arrow? If not, Old Li will teach you. If you do, come and play a couple of rounds."

After playing for a while, Zhao Lei turned around and came to Chen Baiyu's side, asking with curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

Li Jinsong, who was standing to the side, also looked over with a smile, his eyes revealing his observation of this person who "instantly defeated Lin Tie". Although he was enthusiastic before, it was indeed with a sense of politeness and curiosity.

Chen Baiyu came to her senses.

He looked at the expectant gazes of the two of them.

He stood up, a faint smile of slight interest on his face.

"I understand a little bit."

He answered in a low voice.

To avoid Zhao Lei and the others exclaiming, "What do you mean you can learn it after just one glance?"

His answer was actually quite modest.

But in fact, you can learn it just by looking at it once.

Even if you've never played with a bow and arrow before, you've watched many people from the club play for more than ten minutes along the way, so you should be able to learn by now.

after all.

Chen Baiyu was able to learn all the skills of the mundane world so easily.

It’s as simple as eating and drinking.

After Chen Baiyu walked to the vicinity of the display shelf, he directly ignored those modern, complex pulley recurve bows and compound bows.

His gaze fell on a traditional antique-style longbow with extremely simple and rustic lines, its dark brown wooden body polished to a glossy shine, located behind the bow stand.

Although it lacks the effort-saving features of pulleys, sights, and balance bars, it purely tests arm strength, eyesight, and the feedback from the bowstring.

But Chen Baiyu took a liking to it at first sight.

This bow seems to be made of unusual materials, exuding a heavy and substantial feel, with the string taut like steel wire.

"This one?"

Li Jinsong's eyes narrowed slightly, somewhat surprised.

"Mr. Chen has a good eye. This is an English longbow that my friend made according to the ancient method. It is made of reinforced high-performance laminated wood and cow horn pieces. The draw weight is almost 140 pounds. That is about 60 kilograms of pulling force. It is a pure strength-based toy. I can only barely draw it a little bit at most. It is really too strenuous."

He emphasized the weight in pounds, his tone reminding him.

It implies that young people shouldn't be too overconfident.

Here's a little-known fact: throughout history, skilled archers have often held their own in close combat against renowned military commanders.

Whether it's Guan Yu, the mounted archer, or a certain Heroic Spirit version of Shirou Emiya, they all prove this point: archers are good at close combat!
The reason for this is that some bows require a strong person to draw them, let alone frequently draw a bow to aim and shoot.

And this bow right now.

Even for Li Jinsong himself, it would be very difficult to draw the bow. Even if he managed to draw it, he would inevitably distort the bow, because this thing requires a lot of strength.

140 pounds!

Zhao Lei, who was standing to the side, clicked his tongue in amazement upon hearing this.

Modern competitive recurve bow athletes typically lift around 50 pounds at most.

This thing is made for strongmen.

Chen Baiyu seemed not to have heard the word "struggling".

Even though you can learn to play with a bow and arrow just by looking at it.

But having never touched such things before, he was still somewhat curious about bows and arrows.

He nodded, stepped forward, and easily removed the heavy longbow with one hand.

It feels solid in the hand, with a cool yet resilient texture from the combination of wood and horn.

He wasn't wearing any protective gear, nor was he as careful as the others.

He simply took a half step forward with his left foot, placed three fingers of his right hand on the rough bowstring, and slowly raised the bow with his left hand.

then.

He instinctively stretched out his arms.

My lower back felt like the most resilient spring, stretched to its fullest extent without any hesitation or interruption!

Everything went smoothly and naturally.

Om-!
A deep, powerful hum emanated from the taut bow and the string simultaneously!
Chen Baiyu pulled the longbow to its limit in an instant, as if it were nothing, making it as round as a full moon!
The bow arm bent inward in a breathtaking arc, as if it would break at any moment, yet it withstood the immense and unstoppable force with unparalleled resilience!
This incredibly smooth and effortless movement, as easy as pulling open a child's toy, instantly attracted the attention of Zhao Lei and Li Jinsong.

They couldn't help but be stunned.

Is...is this really a human?

How come the 140-pound replica longbow in his hands felt like he was stretching a rubber band?!
Li Jinsong's pupils suddenly contracted.

The polite smile on his face froze for a moment, and his eyes behind his glasses widened in surprise!

As a master archer who had spent half his life practicing, he understood all too well the meaning behind this series of fluid movements!
The effortless ease with which he drew the bow, the exquisite control over his strength—it was simply unbelievable!
This is definitely not something that can be done with just strength!
His perception of Chen Baiyu instantly rose from "a friend of a friend who intrigued him" to an unattainable level.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened in surprise.

Although subconsciously he felt that "anything" that happened to Chen Baiyu was no longer so strange.

However, this direct burst of power still had an exaggerated visual impact, once again shocking him with Chen Baiyu's terrifying strength.

At this moment, Chen Baiyu's face remained calm.

He seemed oblivious to the stares of those around him.

His gaze pierced through the thirty-meter distance, easily locking onto the tiny bullseye at the farthest point. His eyes were sharp as knives, and the fully drawn bow, bearing the accumulated power to its limit, was as steady as a rock.

call out--!
Release your fingers!

The bowstring snapped back violently.

It produced an even louder whooshing sound!

The arrow, once released from the bow, transformed into a black lightning bolt, shooting out at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, accompanied by a chilling low whistle!

puff!
A muffled sound!
The arrow deflected almost without deviation, striking the distant red dot of the bullseye with perfect accuracy! The arrowhead was deeply embedded in the thick straw ring! The target, due to the immense impact, swayed violently backward several times!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Li Jinsong subconsciously picked up the observation binoculars prepared near the display shelf and precisely confirmed the accuracy of the arrow.

Without a doubt, it's the ten rings.

The deviation is almost imperceptible.

Looking at the bullseye target where the arrowhead was still trembling slightly, he suddenly turned to look at the young figure beside him who had calmly put down his bow, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

His heart started racing involuntarily.

He originally thought the other party was just a fighting expert.

I didn't pay much attention to it.

Only now do I realize that the talent and control the other party has shown in archery are undoubtedly monstrous!
No?

You call this a little knowledge?

If this is only considered a superficial understanding...

Then Li Jinsong can only be described as not being that great. You could even say that he feels like he's wasted all his time in the field of archery.

(End of this chapter)