My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"I am the Assistant General of Xuanwu Camp. My surname is Guan, first name Jizeng, and I will be your chief proctor for the upcoming exam,"

Guan Jizeng's booming voice explained the rules in greater detail:

"Once the people from the city come out, my brothers will charge and kill the enemy, and you need to join them. There will be no courtesies extended to you, so you will need to demonstrate your own skills. Seize as many opportunities as you can, as there will be people keeping count for you. Have you got it?"

Two li behind them, ten Cloud Towers, each eight zhang tall, had been built from wood, with counters standing on each one.

"Do we still have to fight for it?"

The Selected Spear Generals looked at each other in dismay.

There were only a total of one thousand five hundred disciples inside the city, but outside, there were a whopping three thousand soldiers from the Flying Hero Camp, all eager and rubbing their hands, clearly not planning to give them any chances.

To be classified as Class A, one had to kill four hundred!

Even though High Realm Martial Artists could fight off many, the Flying Hero Camp also had many generals capable of killing High Realm Martial Artists.

It was akin to snatching food from the mouth of a tiger, an extremely difficult task!

According to Guan Jizeng's arrangements, everyone stood arrayed about three hundred paces outside the West City Gate, deliberately leaving a space for the breakout, waiting for the people inside the city to come out.

The Selected Spear Generals stood at the very front, focusing intently on the city gate, ready to rush forward and fight for kills the moment their foes appeared, fearing they wouldn't meet the required numbers.

And they waited.

For a full three hours.

From the afternoon until the sky darkened into night.

The people inside weren't fools; they could clearly see that this was a set-up for a death trap. Naturally, they hesitated, and there was still no movement by Midnight.

Many of the Selected Spear Generals had grown so weary of waiting that they set down their weapons, sat down, and closed their eyes to rest.

"Could it be that they have all starved to death?"

Bai Thingzhi was anxious enough to want to attack the city.

"Buzz—"

Just when everyone thought they might have to wait for two or three days, at Midnight, the city gate finally swung open.

The West City Gate was a smaller gate, allowing only four people to come out shoulder to shoulder.

"Break out, brothers, break out!"

"..."

At first, the noise and footsteps were chaotic, but finally, the first batch of disciples from the Seven Absolute Sect rushed out.

"Good, they're coming!"

The Selected Spear Generals spirited up, just waiting for the Seven Absolute Sect disciples to reach the front of their ranks for close-quarter combat, and then they would valiantly engage the enemy, competing for the number of kills.

"Swoosh—"

However, as soon as the first Seven Absolute Sect disciple appeared, he was greeted by an armor-piercing arrow that shot straight through his face, killing him instantly!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

Then the second, the third...

The city gate was narrow from the start, with Sect disciples nearly tumbling down one after another before even stepping out fully, and the bodies quickly piled up into a mound, with none able to make it out.

It seemed like there was an entire team of crossbowmen blocking the gate!

What was this about? Weren't they supposed to fight the enemy? Why were archers blocking the way instead?

Everyone turned their heads to look.

There were no crossbowmen, just a young general dressed in dark cyan robes continuously pulling back a giant bow as tall as a person. His hands held countless arrows, pulling the string so rapidly that afterimages were seen, and with each release, a life was claimed.

"Chen Sansi?"

Cao Fan was furious, and he too picked up his bow and arrow to shoot.

Archery was something anyone could use.

In fact, many had brought their own, already having thought of the good strategy of competing for numbers with ranged attacks.

But...

To leave escape space for the people inside the city and lure them out, they were standing over three hundred paces out!

The minglers within the military…

It's absolutely impossible to say that there's no archery skill at all. There are quite a few who are proficient in archery, but to hit a target from seventy or eighty steps away is considered pretty good.

But to hit the bullseye from over three hundred steps, every single time? What kind of sorcery is this!

And the speed of shooting arrows, in the blink of an eye, there are two or three arrows fired, completely blocking the West City Gate so that not a single person can escape. There's no chance for anyone else.

"General Chen is mighty!"

Bai Thingzhi shouted loudly, "Divine Arrow! Divine Arrow!"

"Are you an idiot? He's also your competition!"

"I'm going to follow General Chen sooner or later, what's the big deal?"

"..."

"Damn it!"

Cao Fan and Lu Shuhua's archery skills were also not bad, and they were both using bows around twenty stones in draw weight, but they couldn't shoot accurately!

Such a long distance.

Hitting the target with one of five or six arrows would be considered not bad!

Chen Sansi had already killed dozens of people before their very eyes.

They could no longer care about their pride and had to detach from the military formation and rush to within about a hundred steps. Even then, they simply couldn't compare.

Drawing the bow, placing the arrow, aiming—doesn't all of that take time?

But damn it, that Chen guy doesn't seem to need any!

"One hundred and fifty-seven, one hundred and fifty-eight..."

Chen Sansi silently counted in his heart, his hands never stopping.

Most of these people were Bone Training, Blood Refining, and occasionally there were those just entering the Refining Internal Realm. But because the space was so narrow and they could not dodge or block, even wearing the armor from inside the city, they would die within three arrows, with no chance to emerge. Before the real fight had even started, he had already gathered a third of the Class A standard.

But, as expected, the enemy would have to change their strategy, they couldn't just keep sending people to their deaths.

Indeed.

The city gate quieted down and, when people appeared again, they were already holding Mystical Iron Shields.

The shields on all four sides pushed forward like a mountain of iron, quickly advancing.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

No matter how powerful the big bow was, it was still not enough to pierce through those thick steel shields.

Once the shields were firmly established at the city gate, many disciples from the sects surged out, scattering and running off in all directions, only to be stopped by the soldiers of Flying Hero Camp.

The real fighting had begun!

But this didn't affect Chen Sansi's harvesting speed at all.

He found a high spot, and almost every arrow he released claimed a life.

The others joined the chaotic battle, struggling to compete with the Flying Heroes for enemy kills—exerting much effort and risking encounters with high-realm martial artists. Most importantly, their efficiency was extremely low!

"Three hundred ninety-nine!"

"Four hundred!"

Chen Sansi deliberately selected martial artists of Bone Training and Refining Internal Realm for the greatest gain, so it didn't take long for him to become the first one to meet the Class A assessment target.

Just as he was preparing to continue, he suddenly sensed an anomaly.

Through his Qi Observation Skill, he saw a dense swarm of qi, varying in strength among the people.

But within the multitude of "qi," one was extremely unique.

It was not because it was very strong, but because it was different.

Black and red!

Poisonous Beast!

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But it seemed even darker in color.

How could the qi of a Poisonous Beast appear inside a martial artist!