High Martial: Archers Are Weak? But I'm the Strongest Arrow God

Chu Qianfan is nineteen, a second-year student at Jiangcheng Martial Arts University, and the archery club’s sole member.

While everyone else trains with fists, feet, blades, and swords, he sticks to his bow.

People say an archer is just a sitting duck against a close-combat fighter. He puts an arrow through the forehead of the person who says it.

“Here it comes, here it comes.”

The campus beauty, Su Meiyue, blushes to her ears beside him, while the students watching think they’re making a dirty joke.

In truth, Chu Qianfan is warning her: “Beasts are attacking. My arrow is about to leave the string.”

From Jiangcheng to Chang’an, from home to abroad, from the earth’s surface to the stars...

He draws his bow and lets fly, sending so-called prodigies, hidden clans, and alien vanguards tumbling one after another.

As long as the bow remains, I remain. If the bow breaks, then I... Wait, I can just get another bow.