My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Cao Fan and Wen Qiushi had no real affection for each other.

The latter was nothing more than a fawning cur that came to suck up after he arrived in Liangzhou.

But as the saying goes, "Even when you strike a dog, you must respect its owner."

The Chen killed his dog.

If he, as the owner, didn't seek revenge, who else would dare to come and ally themselves with him in the future?

Not to mention, from beginning to end, Chen Sansi had never shown any fear towards him!

A servant, actually not fearing the Emperor's family, deserves to die!

The final strike!

"Clang!"

With the resolve to kill, Cao Fan once again unleashed the Lion Jump Slash, Great Sun Burning Sky.

However, the expected scene of a killing blow did not occur.

The Great Sun Burning Sky was not only blocked, but the opponent used some indescribable technique, far easier than the last time, countering this furious and violent strike without taking even half a step back.

Cao Fan's gaze followed the movement of the weapons until he locked eyes with a pair of pupils tinged with blood, making his heart tremble.

Thirty!

Chen Sansi silently counted the number.

The thirtieth round!

The score is composed, the melody resounds!

In an instant, he felt as if everything in the world had slowed down, especially the opponent standing in front of him, whose every move became crystal clear.

The Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique.

This technique, which is said to have no equal at his level of mastery.

At this instant, in Chen Sansi's eyes, it became riddled with flaws, and the Azure Dragon Crescent saber's movements incredibly slow.

The dying python opened its eyes anew, embarking on a reverse hunt against the Almighty Heavenly Dragon!

"How is this possible?"

Cao Fan's brows furrowed tightly, his face full of astonishment.

His final move, which should have either killed his opponent or at least stripped away all his combat strength, was now being countered—where did this kid find the strength to fight back?!

"What!"

Atop the city wall.

Pei Tiannan and Mr. Hou almost simultaneously shot up to their feet, stepping forward to get a clearer view atop the battlements.

Even Sun Xiangzong straightened up slightly.

"Good!"

Sun Buqi stretched his neck as far as he could.

Ye Fengxiu even used his Qinggong to scale a several zhang high stone pillar, overlooking the arena, all to get a clearer view.

"What's happening, did he use our Compassionate Redemption Technique?"

Meng Guangxin had halfway given up hope and started drinking, but seeing their reactions, he quickly got up to join the excitement.

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On the arena, the python hunts the Heavenly Dragon!

What was once a ferocious and overwhelming Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique, now looked full of flaws in the eyes of Chen Sansi. He no longer had to endure and forcefully defend, but could resolve each strike with a specific angle and an appropriate level of Qi-Blood strength, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

The one who was profoundly aware of this was none other than Cao Fan himself.

His confidence crumbled bit by bit, replaced by shock and incomprehension. He couldn't understand why, from a certain moment onwards, no matter how he attacked, his moves would be effortlessly dismantled, as if his opponent could foresee the future and predict his strikes to make the perfect defense.

No, that's not right.

It was more like his saber technique had been unraveled!

Before the contest began, Cao Fan had received assistance, learning the characteristics of the "Unity Spear Technique," prepared for the "frenzied" power, which allowed him to remain calm and collected.

But the feeling Chen Sansi gave him was much more than that; it was as if he had practiced the saber technique countless times himself, knowing every move inside out.

But that was even more impossible!

"Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique" wasn't something anyone in the Imperial Family could learn; it required a strict qualification assessment before one could practice it. There definitely wasn't anyone outside the Cao Family who knew it.

So the only possibility was...

During these thirty rounds of battle.

The opponent gradually became familiar with and solved the saber technique.

Cao Fan's heart was horrified!

What kind of demonic genius was this?

To solve a saber technique created by an unrivaled master and passed down for hundreds of years, all in the span of thirty rounds!

He would rather believe someone from the Cao Family had given the Cultivation Technique to Chen Sansi than accept that the opponent was such an monstrous talent!

The once suppressed python, as the contest went on, launched a fierce and sharp counteroffensive, gradually matching the Heavenly Dragon in strength, making it hard to distinguish the victor.

"No wonder..."

Rong Yanqiu couldn't help exclaiming, "Even I'm starting to admire him; not to mention the little junior sister..."

"Taking the championship, Chen Sansi going for the championship?"

"..."

The tens of thousands of spectators present were slow to realise, awakening to the fact that something extraordinary was about to happen.

This Selected Point was universally expected to be won by Cao Fan.

If there was a different outcome, who knew what kind of uproar it would cause!

"That's impossible, right?"

"To fight to this extent with only a small achievement in Refining Internal, it's already rare in this world, let alone winning—that's like a fantasy."

"Don't speak so soon, it seems there might be a chance."

"..."

While tens of thousands of people were in shock, as if a pot had exploded, another group of people appeared incredibly calm, as if they had expected this all along.

"I won, hand over the ten taels of silver!"

"Bullshit! It's not over yet."

"That Princely Heir, he definitely can't last fifty rounds, stop kidding yourself."

"Who says so, there's still a chance!"

"..."

While everyone else had assumed from the start that the Champion Leader would be the Emperor's family Princely Heir, the soldiers from the Po Yang County garrison in the corner opened a betting pool.

They bet on how long Cao Fan could last.

Some bet on thirty rounds, others on forty, and some even bet on fifty...

But no one bet on Cao Fan winning.

Indeed, they never considered that their General would lose, not even once!