As Chen Qing exerted his strength, his body leaned back slightly. He slowly drew the string of the Ten-Stone Strong Bow, pulling it into a full, round arc, like a full moon hanging in the night sky.
The bow drawn to a full moon!
The taut bowstring hummed with explosive power, promising to send an arrow soaring into the clouds the moment his fingers let go.
"Good heavens!"
A woman gasped and covered her mouth, afraid she might cry out.
The sight of this boy from a humble background drawing the bow was even more staggering than that of the noble scion who came before. The sense of power was palpable.
A disciple from the Zhou Institute cried out, "Junior Brother Chen actually drew the Ten-Stone Bow?!"
'Is that Chen Qing!?'
'Chen Qing? The one who does nothing but train relentlessly at the institute?'
Zhou Yu's face was a mask of astonishment. He rubbed his eyes hard. 'How is that possible!?'
The scene before him was like a dream.
'That fisherman's kid from Mute Bay!?'
