My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Stop!"

The Meridian General drew his sword and repelled the opponent, "He has already conceded, that's enough."

Wen Qiushi was forced back several steps and had to stop, "You're lucky!"

"Ah!"

Tang Yingke fell to the ground and began to wail.

His entire right arm was nearly severed, hanging on by just a sliver of flesh. Only the finest treasure medicine could heal such a wound. Even so, it would take at least a year and a half to recover, and to continue practicing Martial Arts would require even more time. In essence, the next two to three years — the most precious time for a young Martial Artist — was completely ruined!

Chen Sansi closed his eyes. The screams were especially clear, igniting a nameless fury within him.

Simply because Tang Yingke had helped him, did he deserve to be crippled?

Hadn't he already yielded enough?

Was it because he feared this sort of thing happening that he had hardly spoken a few words to Tang Yingke, not even expressing a bit of gratitude for the past kind warnings?

Wasn't that enough?

Did they have to take it this far?

This was just for speaking up for him, what about the others?

The Meridian General took Tang Yingke to receive treatment.

Chen Sansi asked, "General, after someone concedes, isn't injuring them considered a foul?"

"What kind of foul is that?"

The General said without turning his head, "It's a full-force competition, there's no guarantee of holding back, even death is not a foul."

"Thank you for the information, General."

Chen Sansi nodded, his face expressionless.

After the first round of drawing lots, the venues were divided, and there was no need for further lot drawing; the winners of the venues were matched for the competition.

Next.

His opponent happened to be Wen Qiushi!

...

After this round ended, only four people remained, moving on to the semi-finals.

Cao Fan, the seriously injured Lu Shuhua, Wen Qiushi, and Chen Sansi.

"Good!"

Atop the city wall.

Many officials cheered for the competition.

"This year's Selected Point is even more exciting!"

"Indeed, the highest level in the past was just entry-level Refining Internal Organs, most were at Bone Training or even Blood Refining Great Success."

"Master Wen's son is not bad, an Inner Sect Disciple for sure."

"Yes, Master Wen himself is a Martial Saint, and his son could become Sun Dushi's disciple. Moon Splitting Mountain Villa might very well become the first Sect of Liangzhou."

"That Chen Sansi, nobody expected him to get this far!"

"It seems he only achieved small achievement right before the Selected Point began."

"This man is also quite talented. Is he married?"

People started to inquire.

By this point in the Selected Point, the dust had settled, and many were picking out prospective sons-in-law, like Xie Sishu and others, who were already being eyed. Negotiations for marriage would take place after the end.

Though they were eliminated, they were still Inner Sect Disciples, with boundless futures ahead of them.

"He is."

"Heard he's had a wife for a long time, that's too bad!"

"Indeed, indeed."

"..."

Listening to their conversation, Sun Xiangzong's eyelids twitched.

"Yan Changqing is such a loss."

"Lu Shuhua even more so."

"His injuries are not light, but Cao Fan, the Princely Heir, is still undefeated. It seems that this year's Selected Point Champion Leader will undoubtedly be the Princely Heir."

"You talk as if the Princely Heir has taken advantage. Hasn't he also faced opponents with Refining Internal Organs Perfection? Why wasn't he injured? It's simply because his skills surpass theirs."

"To talk about good fortune, both Chen Sansi and Wen Qiushi have had their share of luck."

"But it's meaningless; at the end of the competition, the struggle is for Champion Leader. The rest will be Inner Sect Disciples anyway."

"What do you think? Who will win between these two?" Read exclusive adventures at empire

"Wen Qiushi, probably. Mr. Chen has only recently made a breakthrough, his foundation is definitely not solid."

...

"Who would have thought that Chen could reach Class A all the way here."

Yin Hanwen spat resentfully, "Those people are truly useless; his luck is also really good!"

"Princely Heir, don't worry, I will take care of him for you!"

Wen Qiushi, having won several bouts in a row, was full of confidence, "As long as I take him down before the supervising General steps up to the stage, even if I take his life, there won't be any trouble!"

"Right."

Yin Hanwen's arrow wound still throbbed painfully, and he said through gritted teeth, "Brother Wen, you must take revenge for me!"

"He has made a breakthrough as well, don't underestimate him,"

Cao Fan reminded, "If you can incapacitate him, do so; if you really can't beat him, call for surrender immediately. Don't hurt yourself."

"Thank you, Princely Heir, for your concern!" Wen Qiushi bowed, "I won't let him off!"

The two-hour recovery period ended once again.

The fourth round of Selected Point competition began.

As before, everyone's weapons were uniformly exchanged for ones of the same quality.

This time, someone made a point of repeatedly checking Chen Sansi's weapon to make sure there were no issues before handing it to him.

Moreover, in the corner of the spectator's stand, two new figures appeared.

The Sect Master of the Tongxuan Sword Sect and the Manor Master of the Moon Splitting Mountain Villa.

Two Martial Saints!

They were here to watch the competition of their successors.

"Brother Shao, it seems your disciple is likely to end his journey here,"

Wen Zhi said, "He's probably no match for the Princely Heir."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Shao Yujing stood with his hands behind his back, "I am more concerned about how to deal with the relationship with the Princely Heir if by chance he becomes the champion. It's better this way; it saves a lot of trouble."

"You sure take it easy."

Wen Zhi sighed, "Actually, I would really like to see my unworthy son compete for it. Above the Martial Saint, ah... How many years have you and I stood at the pinnacle of Martial Arts, yet no matter what, we can't touch a higher threshold. Only Sun Xiangzong has the means to do so. If one could receive his true inheritance, perhaps there would be a chance to see what lies above a Martial Saint."

"What a pity, we both are subjects of the Cao Family, where would we dare to compete? Even if we had the courage, we're no match for the Princely Heir."

"The Princely Heir is talented and diligent; he may well become a wise monarch of his generation."

"Brother Wen."

Shao Yujing spoke lightly, "Even without the Princely Heir, your son wouldn't make it to the end."

"You..."

Wen Zhi looked at the young man holding a long spear on the stage, "Are you saying, my unworthy son is no match for this General Chen? Impossible! Even if my son is worthless, the saber technique is taught by me personally!"

"Your saber technique is formidable, but is it more formidable than Sun Xiangzong's spear technique?"

Shao Yujing smiled, "Guess whose spear technique this young Chen Sansi, who holds a third-rank medal at such a young age, has practiced?"

Wen Zhi felt a jolt in his heart.

...

The arena.

"Mr. Chen!"

Wen Qiushi rested the twin sabers on his shoulder, taunting, "You saw what happened to Tang Yingke, right? I advise you to call for surrender sooner rather than later, or I'm afraid the Supervisor General won't be able to save you in time!"

Chen Sansi stood with his spear in hand, silent.

His eyes were profoundly deep, unable to reveal any emotion, which made his entire demeanor appear exceedingly cold.

"Dong!"

The gong sounded.

"Pretending to be profound, I want to see what you're really capable of..."

Before Wen Qiushi could finish speaking, he saw a flash of cold light streak by, and in an instant, the long spear was already in front of his face. Although it was just a slender weapon, in his eyes, he saw a blood-red giant python with its massive mouth open in a furious rage, speeding towards him!

The Unity Spear Technique, unstoppable in its madness!

By the time Wen Qiushi snapped out of the shock, he had already lost the initiative and could only continuously use the twin sabers in his hands to block and defend, exerting all his strength to stop the blood-red python from pouncing on him.

The characteristic of the Moon Splitting Saber Technique is one force greater than another until Qi-Blood is depleted; it requires a kind of charging up to unleash full power!

But in the current situation, he simply... couldn't even execute the first move of the Moon Splitting Saber Technique. The opponent wanted to kill him right away!

He had been observing the competition until then, but only by engaging in the fight did he realize that the opponent's progress so far didn't rely on luck!

This spear technique...

After losing the initiative, Wen Qiushi found that he could never find any opportunity to counterattack.

Not only that.

This person's spear technique also had a similar characteristic to the Moon Splitting Saber Technique, with each spear thrust becoming more rapid and fierce; Wen Qiushi even hallucinated, seeing the blood-red python before him growing bigger and bigger, eventually turning into a heaven-devouring giant python!

Surrender!

Just two rounds later.

Wen Qiushi quickly accepted a fact.

He was not the opponent!

Surrendering was fine, since he hadn't intended to compete for the Champion Leader title to begin with.

Let the Princely Heir deal with this person!

"Hiss!"

A cool breeze swept past his face.

The long spear lashed out, exploiting a tiny flaw to flash in front of his face.

At first, Wen Qiushi didn't realize where he had been injured, until his mouth suddenly became unbearably hot, and warm blood filled his chin, with a delayed severe pain that was hard to bear.

"Whimper... Whimper!!!"

His mouth and tongue had been gruesomely pierced by the spear just then, and as the blood poured out, it left him without the ability to speak, including uttering the word "surrender."