Arrow Wushuang: I Can Live as Long as the Gods of Eternity

I, Lin Che, am an ordinary person but a useless person in martial arts. When I was sixteen years old, the sect rejected me because I was a "natural loser." But I have a bow that I string tens of thousands of times a day, never stopping. They say talent determines everything, blood is supreme, and hard work is just a joke. Until the beast tide besieged the city, I shot an arrow a thousand miles and shot through the eyebrows of the third-level demon bear. Until the geniuses competed in martial arts, I defeated the saints of the nine holy places in a row with my mortal body. Until the Demon King came, I stood on the top of the mountain and shot for nine days, and the arrows shot out of the demon. Only then did they know that the "proficiency is the peak" system I had awakened, the more I practiced, the faster I became stronger! The so-called peerless talent is nothing compared to hundreds of millions of bow pulls. This arrow does not respect bloodline or talent, but only respects the yesterday that everyone grits his teeth and repeats.