My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Rumble—"

A martial artist of the Profound Image Realm, although not even close to a Martial Saint, had long transcended humanity.

Every clash between the two emitted deafening roars. On the wilderness where rain had just fallen, the wet earth exploded into the air with chunks of turf under the strangulation of Gang Qi.

"Deng Feng!"

The mountain-opening giant axe and the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in Peng Yunheng's hands were locked, engaged in a pure contest of Gang Qi, "The southeast of the Central Plains praise you for your absolute loyalty, yet you willingly serve an inexperienced youth just to save your own life? It seems you're nothing but a fame-seeking coward who fears death!"

"Old fool! How dare you insult me?!"

Deng Feng was left speechless.

No matter how one put it, he was already branded as a traitor and defector.

Moreover, during this time,

he could neither take action nor reveal his identity, and once on the battlefield, he could not use weapons. His heart was already filled with repressed rage, and now, under the enemy general's insults, he could no longer contain it and exploded.

Rumble!

The Gang Qi on the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade seemed nearly tangible like a fierce tiger, firmly clamping onto the mountain-opening giant axe as if it wanted to snap the axe's blade in half.

Peng Yunheng's arms shook uncontrollably.

With a loud shout, he exerted all his strength to push back the Qing Country's defector general, then shouted while retreating, "Cover me!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

However,

Peng Yunheng soon realized that the cavalry around him had unwittingly been reduced by more than half!

Chen Sansi's arm, which drew the bow, moved so fast it was almost a blur, and the sound of the bowstring resembled that of a string instrument. Arrows flew like black lines, and the unprotected cavalrymen died instantly.

Those with shields saw their horses die first, and the moment the cavalrymen fell and exposed a gap, they were shot dead—it was just a matter of withstanding one more arrow.

"Meridian Passage, Hua Jin, get to the front!"

Peng Yunheng roared, "He's just one man! Kill the man in the white robe, and regardless of realm, you will be appointed as a Marquis—"

"Kill!"

After all, great rewards compel brave men.

Two Assistant Generals raised their shields, with four Hua Jin following closely behind.

These were the generals that Peng Yunheng had selected from various units when he called for battle.

"Clang clang clang—"

"Hiss—"

The sound of arrowheads striking shields rang out incessantly.

Even if their horses were killed, the generals were quick to rise. After all, they were middle and high-level generals. They quickly got within close quarters without retreating or intentionally pulling away.

"Chen, my Marquis title depends on you!"

"Die—"

A full seven generals attacked simultaneously from all sides.

"Gentlemen, why the rush to deliver your heads to Chen?"

"Clang—"

The Zhenyue Sword was drawn from its sheath.

The flash of the sword was seen.

Instantly, two Hua Jin had their heads severed.

To the left, a Meridian Passage Assistant General with a Mo Blade struck down fiercely, but was blocked by the Iron Core Bow, which was not only solid but also wrapped with active force, causing him to be violently repelled by the tremendous power.

The Iron Core Bow, forged from mystical iron with blades on its limbs, was a weapon divine.

Chen Sansi wielded the Big Bow with such efficiency that it surpassed even the speed of shooting arrows. Within a mere score of exchanges, seven or eight middle and high-level generals lay dead under the hooves.

Then, a thorough hunt ensued.
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More than two hundred cavalrymen.

When only seven or eight miles from the Sheng Army camp, they were reduced to only the last twenty or so.

Meanwhile,

Deng Feng caught up with Peng Yunheng once again. His longblade seemed to fall from the heavens, with Blade Gang rolling in, almost tearing the earth asunder.

"Boom!"

Peng Yunheng raised his axe to block again.

But this time, he lacked the strength to protect his horse with Gang Qi. The impact was too much for the animal—its bones shattered inch by inch, and its broken limbs sunk directly into the mud.

Without his horse, Peng Yunheng was forced to fight on foot.

In this state, having a horse gave a dominant advantage—striking from high ground, the force of the charge, enduring speed...

Peng Yunheng was already less skilled than his opponent; he stood no chance.

He had no choice but to unleash the speed of a Mystical Phenomenon realm martial artist, turning into a shadow as he sprinted forward toward his own great army, with just the last stretch of distance remaining, and three Mystical Phenomenon Generals to meet him!

"Lord Eight!"

"Save me—"

His voice echoed across the wilderness.

Several miles away,

Three Mystical Phenomenon Generals riding at full speed, along with tens of thousands of troops, heard it loud and clear.

"Isn't that General Peng's voice?"

Fan Shuzhen's eyebrows furrowed deeply, "We ordered him to challenge the enemy, and he was beaten to this state? That unarmed general is so ferociously invincible?!"

"Trouble!"

Ran Jingxuan's expression grew serious as he noticed the unease on the soldiers' faces, "We've been tricked again. They deliberately avoided fighting outside Hulaoguan and chose this battlefield to let the soldiers witness General Peng's disgrace."

"How could Old Peng end up like this?!"

You Jingzhi spoke incredulously, "Can that man really force him to such desperation that he's begging for help?"

"The army must engage!"

Fan Shuzhen said firmly, "Tell the soldiers that Sheng people's main forces might be straight ahead. We'll crush the enemy completely—perhaps Hu Lao will fall without us even attacking!"

"Rustle—"

The army quickly ascended the slope.

They could finally faintly see what was happening five miles away.

Only...

Where was the great army?

There were only two riders from Sheng!

One was striking Peng Yunheng.

The other was pursuing and killing many cavalrymen.

Just two men!

Peng Yunheng had led more than two hundred cavalrymen and two people had reduced them to mere seven or eight survivors?!