terrible learning ability

Since Jake insisted, the coach didn't say anything more. Moreover, he also felt that practicing at the five-meter distance wasn't very meaningful. moved to the ten-meter range, which was larger and had more than ten lanes. However, besides Jake, there was nobody else there, making it look somewhat deserted.

Jake stood in front of one of the lanes, ready to shoot an arrow and test the feel. However, before he could release the arrow, the coach spoke up.

"Wait!" Jake turned to look at the coach.

The coach approached Jake and slightly raised his right arm, adjusting his posture and even making some changes to Jake's stance.

"Your previous posture was not quite right. Although you can shoot that way, it's not ideal. Your shoulders will ache after shooting several rounds because you're not using the proper back muscles to exert force. Let me demonstrate the correct technique for you." As he spoke, the coach demonstrated the proper form for Jake.

Jake felt embarrassed, recalling the words of the young man who passed by earlier. Although the guy's words were harsh, they did hold some truth. Jake's posture was indeed amateurish. If he were just playing for fun, he wouldn't mind. However, he came here to learn seriously and improve his ability to protect himself on the battlefield. To achieve that, he needed to be meticulous. Any minor mistake could cost him his life.

Jake was very attentive to the coach's instructions, carefully observing every movement and detail, striving to make his actions more professional.

"Great, just like that. Now, concentrate and fix your gaze forward. Your eyes should focus solely on your target," the coach said, satisfied with Jake's serious attitude.

Many people who came to the club treated it as a casual pastime, resulting in their lackadaisical attitude. Only a few were as dedicated as Jake to listen and learn, so the coach appreciated Jake's willingness to learn.

After aiming at the target, Jake released the arrow with his right hand. Although his posture had been corrected, and his aim seemed accurate, the arrow didn't hit the target as he had expected. Not only did it miss the bullseye, but it also failed to hit even the edge of the target.

Jake's first arrow missed the target. This result made him blush in embarrassment. He had felt so confident just moments ago, but now his first shot missed completely, which was quite embarrassing.

"It's okay, it's normal for beginners to encounter this situation. Practice more, and you'll improve," the coach reassured, not surprised by the outcome. Beginners often missed the target on the ten-meter range. Many newcomers, discouraged by the frequent misses, chose the easier five-meter range, where they could feel more accomplished.

"Yeah, I know," Jake said, feeling a little embarrassed but not discouraged. He understood his situation; he was a complete novice in archery. Missing the target at the beginning of practice was normal. Without taking any rest, Jake prepared to shoot again, bending the bow and aiming at the target to continue his practice.

Jake practiced ten sets in a row without blushing, sweating, or trembling. His accuracy steadily improved as the coach observed his practice. At the beginning, Jake needed the coach's guidance for his movements, but later on, the coach hardly needed to say a word. Jake had internalized and corrected all the movements, transforming from a novice to an experienced archer, at least in terms of form and technique.

Jake's endurance also made the coach secretly amazed. Each set consisted of twelve arrows, and Jake practiced ten sets without any break. His facial expression remained unchanged, his hands bending the bow and pulling the string steady without any trembling, and his breathing remained even.

What surprised the coach even more was Jake's learning ability. In a short period, Jake's accuracy had improved significantly. The coach had witnessed how terrible Jake's accuracy was when he first started practicing, resembling a complete novice. However, after just ten sets of practice, Jake's accuracy had reached a level that could match someone who had been practicing for a week. His learning ability was truly formidable!

Despite the considerable progress, Jake seemed dissatisfied. He wasn't aware of other people's progress, but he knew that although his accuracy had improved significantly during the ten-meter practice, it still wasn't perfect. This dissatisfaction drove him to continue practicing.

Seeing Jake ready to practice again, the coach couldn't help but speak up, "Don't you need to take a rest? Aren't you tired?"

"Not at all," Jake replied casually while setting up his arrows.

"But using a traditional bow requires a lot of physical strength," the coach said. Although there were fewer people who played with traditional bows, there were occasional enthusiasts. However, these individuals usually couldn't shoot many arrows in one go due to exhaustion. Jake, on the other hand, showed no sign of wanting to stop.

"This level of strength is nothing to me," Jake smiled and said, "I was actually wondering if you have a more powerful bow and arrow."

Jake didn't know much about archery, but he understood that in ancient times, the bows that required more strength to draw would result in more powerful arrows. Jake's strength was three times that of an ordinary person, and with the equipment's enhancement, it was even more terrifying. The bow he held in his hand might be considered good for others, but for Jake, it was nothing remarkable.

"A more powerful bow?" The coach was slightly taken aback, then said, "We do have some, but are you sure about this? The Starry Moon Archery Club has a reason for its high fees; we have various types of bows to satisfy everyone's preferences, including those who enjoy the less common and more powerful bows."

"No problem," Jake said confidently.

The clothes and pants Jake was wearing were Gold Rat Robes, and even his boots were Flowing Cloud Boots. These equipment pieces added a considerable amount of attributes to him. Though he hadn't tested his strength, Jake believed he could exert a force of one thousand kilograms without any problem when drawing the bow and arrow.