Zhou Zheng only went to sleep after planning until midnight.

The next morning, he got up early, had breakfast, and changed into a more suitable hunting outfit for the jungle. Zhou Zheng only carried a Nepal knife and a dagger, leaving behind firearms, and set out with Zhou An and Lan Xi.

On the vast training ground, the resounding slogans echoed. Whether they were apprentice martial artists or those who had already stepped into the ranks of martial artists, everyone appeared here early to receive training guidance, striving to improve themselves while the Star Power was at its peak in the early morning.

Zhou Zheng's appearance caused a stir, but it quickly subsided.

As they passed the firearms training ground, the soldiers undergoing training there all looked at Zhou Zheng with strange expressions. Who knew better than them about Instructor Yan's marksmanship? Young Master Zhou competing with Instructor Yan in marksmanship, and doing it outside the city, hunting—what else could it be but a death wish?

"Maybe Young Master Zhou has lost his mind to do something so foolish."

This was everyone's thought, or in their hearts, Zhou Zheng was categorized as someone who had given up on himself.

Facing the crowd's mocking, gloating, and sympathetic gazes, Zhou Zheng ignored them and led Zhou An and Lan Xi through the training zone, appearing in the commercial district. This area gathered all the functional operations of Siege City, not only serving as a trading place but also housing various shops.

In the New World, there was almost no concept of economy; it was more like a return to a primitive state.

The economy within Siege City was primarily self-sufficient.

This was Zhou Zheng's first time stepping into this area since his transmigration. The commercial district, composed of several streets, actually had a considerable number of shops. Though small, they were well-equipped, enough to meet the needs of Siege City.

"Clang, clang..."

Entering the largest blacksmith shop, the sound of iron being forged could be heard from within.

The people who had fled in haste had built the current Siege City almost barehanded, overcoming various difficulties and accomplishing many seemingly impossible tasks using traditional methods passed down from their ancestors. In this blacksmith shop, traditional techniques were combined with some modern craftsmanship to produce a large number of weapons and farming tools for Siege City.

A burly man standing at 1.9 meters tall, shirtless, was wielding a hammer, striking the iron block with each blow.

Beneath his dark skin lay muscles as strong as steel, bulging veins on his arms pulsing with astonishing power.

Seeing Zhou Zheng appear, Hao Yun stopped his work.

"Young Master Zhou, what do you need?"

His hoarse yet powerful voice, coupled with his towering presence, naturally exuded an oppressive aura. In front of him, Zhou Zheng seemed frail and weak. He was a full head and a half taller than Zhou Zheng, and his arms were comparable to Zhou Zheng's thighs, highlighting a significant disparity.

Zhou Zheng glanced around the blacksmith shop.

The walls were adorned with various cold weapons, dazzling in array. What was rare was that each weapon was exquisitely crafted, showcasing extraordinary craftsmanship.

Several assistants were busy inside the blacksmith shop, performing tasks like sharpening blades.

"I need a strong bow. Do you have one here?"

"A bow?" Hao Yun looked at Zhou Zheng in astonishment. In this era, few people used bows under firearms, almost none. Due to various limitations, bows had become obsolete. Although guns couldn't match bows in silence, the advent of silencers had narrowed the gap significantly.

However, Hao Yun didn't question further and said, "Young Master Zhou, the craftsmanship for compound bows can't be achieved with the current level of technology."

Compound bows were complex, especially modern ones, requiring precision beyond manual capabilities.

Zhou Zheng shook his head and said, "Not a compound bow, a strong bow."

Hao Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master Zhou, please wait a moment." He set down the hammer, went to a corner inside, rummaged around, and soon brought out a large bow. This bow was simple, not much different from ancient bows, except for the different materials and craftsmanship.

"Young Master Zhou, this is the only bow from long ago. What do you think?"

Zhou Zheng took it, tested it, and the force from the bowstring startled him, likely requiring a strength of over ten stones.

Hao Yun explained, "A twelve-stone bow, needing over three hundred pounds of force to use."

"And the arrows?" Zhou Zheng asked, fiddling with the bowstring.

With a bow, there must be arrows. Hao Yun brought out twenty arrows from the corner, but these arrow shafts were rough, clearly made in haste. Hao Yun felt a bit embarrassed, "Young Master Zhou, these are all we have. If you have specific requirements for arrows, it's best to find some meteor bamboo to make them."

Meteor bamboo was a type of mutated plant, only the size of a pinky finger, perfectly straight, resembling bamboo but not quite.

Being called meteor bamboo indicated its hardness was comparable to steel, yet its weight was no different from ordinary bamboo. Many people collected it for use as support materials. It could also be found around Siege City, a common mutated plant.

The force of over three hundred pounds required to draw this longbow was not something just anyone could manage.

At least a Second-Stage Martial Artist was needed to use this longbow.

But Zhou Zheng was determined to have it. No one understood why Zhou Zheng wanted such an obsolete longbow, except for Zhou Zheng himself. In his hands, the bow was more convenient and practical than a gun in certain environments, achieving true silence.

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Hanging the longbow over his shoulder, Zhou Zheng said, "If I gather meteor bamboo, can you process it into arrows?"

"Of course."

Leaving the commercial district, Lan Xi couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, what's the use of this bow? Wouldn't a crossbow be better?"

The stability of a crossbow far surpassed that of a bow.

However...

In Zhou Zheng's mind, it also depended on whose hands it was in. The demands of a bow on a person far exceeded those of a crossbow, whether in terms of eyesight, arm strength, or precision, all varied from person to person, making it extremely difficult to master. Despite its disadvantages, it could train a person's coordination ability, something a crossbow couldn't achieve.

The precision skill of a rogue, when applied to archery, would far surpass firearms.

Drawing this twelve-stone giant bow was not something an apprentice martial artist could do, but Zhou Zheng's arm strength was more than sufficient to use this strong bow.

Passing by the training ground, the exaggerated large bow on Zhou Zheng's back drew countless astonished gazes. It was certain that if they had glasses, they would have shattered on the ground. To use a popular phrase, Zhou Zheng's transformation blinded their titanium alloy dog eyes.

Many people shook their heads in secret, having held a glimmer of hope for Zhou Zheng. Now it seemed that the idle Young Master Zhou was beyond help.

Sighs and sarcastic remarks echoed around, even Zhou An and Lan Xi felt embarrassed for their young master.

Yet Zhou Zheng remained calm and composed, walking leisurely, unaffected by the comments.

"Zhou An, have someone gather some meteor bamboo and send it to Hao Yun for processing into arrows."

"Yes, Young Master."

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