My Cultivation Starting from Archery

In everyone's hearts, the person who led them from Po Yang to this place, facing tens of thousands of the enemy army besieging and intercepting them, yet still able to escort tens of thousands across the river, had already become like a Heavenly God. How could a Heavenly God possibly lose?

"Trash!"

Someone cursed under their breath.

"Damn it, you dare to insult the Princely Heir, do you not want to live?"

"Show some respect with your words, don't drag the General into this!"

"..."

...

"Even if you can break my Saber Technique, you still won't win!"

No matter how shaken Cao Fan was in his heart, he always remained composed without creating more flaws, a testament to remaining calm in a crisis.

Even if the advantage of his Saber Technique had vanished, he still had his cultivation level to suppress the other!

In terms of pure strength, the opponent couldn't surpass him.

His Blood Explosion State could still hold for another ten rounds; by then, surely he could exhaust the opponent's Qi-Blood, couldn't he?

But as another eight rounds passed and seeing that the opponent showed no sign of Qi-Blood decline, Cao Fan's anxiousness could no longer be concealed. He even suspected that the other was a Hua Jin master, otherwise, where could such abundant Qi-Blood come from.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Feeling the ebbing and drying of his Qi-Blood within, Cao Fan roared unwillingly. His Azure Dragon Crescent in hand no longer had a chance to attack and needed to be fully defended.

In the eyes of the spectators.

The blood-colored giant python began to gain the upper hand from a previously evenly matched struggle.

"Mr. Pei, quick, you must watch over this!"

Mr. Hou spoke up to remind, "They've seen red, it's very possible they won't be able to hold back, we can't afford any more mishaps!"

His worry was natural; he feared Chen Sansi might kill Cao Fan!

Recalling Wen Qiushi's death still made him shudder.

They couldn't afford to be shocked at how the fight turned out; what filled their minds more was fear!

If Cao Fan died in the arena, things would really blow up.

"Crack!"

Pei Tiannan threw down his teacup, jumping directly from several Zhang high off the walls, descending along the city wall to reach the side of the Martial Arts Arena at the fastest speed, ready to intervene at any moment.

The forty-ninth round.

Cao Fan could no longer hold on, his Blood Explosion State coming to an abrupt end, his body beginning to sink into a state of extreme weakness as the aftereffect of overexertion in Blood Explosion followed soon after.

Correspondingly, the intensity of his Saber Technique dropped sharply, and now even his defense began to weaken.

Unwilling to accept this!

Pushing all other emotions aside, all that was left was an intense unwillingness, condensed into three words!

True, he was born into the Imperial Family, but since childhood, he never slacked off in martial training, not in the slightest. On the contrary, among all his peers, he was absolutely the most diligent.

To practice upon hearing the crow of a rooster was his daily routine!

Adding to that his physique and resources, over the years he never lost, not in his own level, and he could even spar with ordinary Hua Jin masters; never had he been defeated, never!

Today, he was about to lose to a peer who came from the countryside, to just a Nine Dragon Body, a subpar physique that even a Martial Saint couldn't achieve. What a humiliation, what a shame!

It meant, his efforts were still not enough!

This Chen Sansi, he must have worked even harder!

Heaven rewards the diligent!

Today's defeat was set in stone!

Cao Fan's hand holding the saber began to tremble, forced to acknowledge this fact.

Chen Sansi!

He would etch this name deep in his heart; if he could not defeat this man in the future, he would forever have an unforgettable shadow, and his Saber Technique would never again shine like the fierce sun in the sky.

Since he lost today, so be it!

But he must find an opportunity to win back!

Even if it meant practicing the complete Golden Crow Saber Technique at the cost of shortening his lifespan, he had to win back, otherwise, history books would record this immense disgrace forever!

"Hum—"

Atop the arena, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The Azure Dragon Crescent was defeated, flicked high into the air by the long spear!

Python swallows the dragon!

This battle between the dragon and the python ultimately turned around completely, declaring the giant python's victory at the end!

"I... concede!"

Just before the gun tip could reach his throat, Cao Fan's voice rose in the Martial Arts Arena.

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The Princely Heir conceded?!

Chen Sansi really won.

The tens of thousands in the audience were all dumbstruck.

Refining Internal Organs small success wins against Refining Internal Organs Perfection!

"Hiss..."

"Chen Sansi really made it to the end, and all the trials he faced were Class A!"

"..."

The numerous officials on the city wall also took a long time to react.

"..."

Yan Changqing was ashamed. Before Selected Point began, he actually suggested that the other should assist him.

He was eliminated right at the start, while Chen Sansi has truly made it to the end, defeating the theoretically strongest Princely Heir among all people.

"Hum!"

Chen San's arms showed bulging meridians, his Qi-Blood surging and boiling as he forcefully retracted his spear tip, slamming it onto the ground.

It wasn't that he wanted to hold back, but it was too late.

Pei Tiannan had already arrived at the arena, and any thrust would have been blocked.

There was an even more important point.

Unlike with Wen Qiushi.

Killing this person couldn't be put in the open.

He temporarily did not have the power to openly confront the Cao Family!

Power, was not enough!

Thankfully, in the end, he won!

Bathed in the setting sun, Chen Sansi exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

He had injuries within, but his Qi-Blood was still abundant, enough to fight for another sixty rounds at least.

"Princely Heir!"

Pei Tiannan couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly asked, "Are you injured?"

"No."

Cao Fan closed his eyes, merely a bit weak from overexertion.

There was no need for him to persist unnecessarily, as that would only result in an uglier defeat. By verbally conceding, at least he could keep some face and not disgrace the Imperial Family too much.

"Princely Heir, how... how could this..."

As a Martial Saint, even Pei Tiannan found it somewhat hard to accept.