My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Tsk~"

Mr. Hou rolled his eyes almost to the heavens before he stood up to perform a courtesy.

"It's Xiao Pei, there's no need to be formal, sit."

Sun Xiangzong sat down carelessly.

Pei Tiannan personally poured the tea.

As he eyed the teacup, Sun Xiangzong asked, "I heard that a few years ago, you too broke through to Martial Saint?"

"I dare not, dare not, how could I claim to be a saint in front of Lord Governor."

Pei Tiannan said cheerfully, "Counting it up, I'm merely of your grandstudent generation…"

At that time.

Minister Chen from the Ministry of War had received guidance from Sun Xiangzong to break through to Martial Saint.

"Stop, I cannot bear such honor."

Sun Xiangzong, drinking his tea, said, "Alright, let them begin."

...

"The one who came is actually him..."

In the corner of the flank, Fang Qingyun put aside the scroll in his hand.

The supervisor was a temporary appointment, previously unknown to anyone.

"I've never seen this man before."

Sun Buqi muttered, "But looking at his overly submissive demeanor, I estimate he's not even as good as Liu Zhongxian. It's just his reputation that's frightening."

"It's not as simple as you think; this person is a notorious smiling tiger."

Fang Qingyun explained, "Sometimes those who know how to retreat in order to advance are the hardest to deal with, understand?"

"How is it, have you found anything?"

Sun Buqi looked at the stack of books on the floor, "Has there been a Nine Dragon Body that became a Martial Saint?"

"Not yet, but your sister's Fire Lotus Martial Body produced a Martial Saint five hundred years ago."

Fang Qingyun reopened his book, "I'll look again."

...

The drawing of lots ended.

The martial arts competition had a total of five rounds.

In the first round, Chen Sansi's opponent was an official's son from a military family in You State, skilled in Refining Internal Organs Cultivation. He couldn't last two rounds and was knocked out of the arena.

The watchers on the city wall, including his father, watched with deeply furrowed brows.

In the second round, Chen Sansi faced a sect disciple from Yan State, who was at the same realm, Refining Internal Organs small success. After seven rounds, he won.

If it had been someone from Po Yang with Refining Internal Organs small success,

It would have been impossible to last three rounds.

But those who participated in this year's Selected Point were all geniuses; naturally, it wasn't that easy.

Of course, there was no real pressure either.

The main point was that they were not there to kill.

Although the rule of the competition stated that accidental death did not require accountability, most participants did not bear deep grudges against each other. Unless the match was too difficult to resolve, they tended to hold back and wouldn't easily harm each other's lives.

Chen Sansi did the same,

He always tried to knock his opponent off the platform; otherwise, giving his all, he could definitely settle it within five rounds.

After the second round, half of the participants were gone.

Those who remained were mostly above Refining Internal Organs small success; only Bai Thingzhi was an exception. He had broken through to Refining Internal Organs mastery just two days ago and had just won against a sect disciple with Refining Internal Organs small success. Although the victory was hard-earned, lasting nearly a hundred rounds, it was indeed a win. In the end, both were exhausted, and when it came down to physical strength, naturally, the Vajra Body triumphed.

Yan Changqing was very unlucky, meeting Lu Shuhua in the second round. This "Qilin Child," who many had high hopes for, was eliminated early after an intense battle.

There was a two-hour rest period next.

Once noon passed, the third round began.

Chen Sansi won again with ease.

His opponent conceded after five rounds, and he naturally had no need to press further.

But others weren't having such an easy time.

Xie Sishu from Yan State faced Lu Shuhua from Tongxuan Sword Sect.

Both men, endowed with Refining Internal Organs Perfection and Innate Martial Saint Bodies, fought an evenly matched and tough battle. After exchanging a sword strike, Lu Shuhua won painfully.

But this meant that he would suffer greatly in the upcoming rounds.

Bai Thingzhi couldn't continue either and fell in the third round of the arena.

"Brother Wen, let's spar for twenty rounds; after that, I'll concede so I can report back to my father, how about that?"

Tang Yingke said politely.

He had only come because his father forced him, saying it would enhance his experience and temper his skills. But he knew his own level; getting this far was already quite good.

"Alright."

Wen Qiushi held his double sabers, "Then let's get this over with quickly."

The two spoke these words standing on the platform, their voices not loud.

The bout began. Continue your adventure at empire

The twenty rounds ended quickly.

Tang Yingke indeed wasn't a match for Wen Qiushi, and having reached his limit, he originally planned to sheathe his sword but was shocked to find that his opponent had no intention of stopping!

The force of Moon Splitting Double Sabers grew with each strike, each carrying terrifying murderous intent. In his eyes, it almost turned into a fearsome tornado made of blade edges!

"Brother Wen, what do you mean by this?"

Tang Yingke's right hand gripping the sword bled profusely, "We agreed…"

"Who agreed with you?!"

Wen Qiushi's face twisted savagely, "Today, you can't leave without losing an arm!"

"Why!"

Tang Yingke, confused, "Just because I didn't join you..."

"You still dare to mention it!"

Wen Qiushi threatened, his ring-head double sabers swirling even more dazzlingly, "Who let you help those you shouldn't help, side with those you shouldn't side with!"

Chen Sansi, who had been resting with his eyes closed awaiting his next match, noticed the commotion here and slightly frowned. Brother Tang had to surrender quickly.

"I surrender, I surrender!"

Tang Yingke, clearly understanding this, shouted loudly while using his last bit of strength to block and parry.

The Meridian General in charge of this section of the arena rushed onto the platform upon hearing the commotion.

"Crack!"

But at the last moment, Tang Yingke couldn't hold on. His long sword fell to the ground, and the ring-head saber ruthlessly slashed onto his shoulder, tearing through skin and splitting bone, about to sever his entire arm!