My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 507: Chapter 190: Eight Hundred Slay Ten Thousand, Barbarians’ Courage Shattered_3

“No more than a thousand people?”

Yu Wen Chengzhao squinted his eyes, “Could it be a spur-of-the-moment decision to lead the scouts on a raid?”

“Isn’t this a huge joke?”

Dari Ahchik coldly said, “Isn’t this Chen known for his cunning and resourcefulness, how could he also behave so recklessly?”

“I still find it strange.”

Yu Wen Chengzhao said softly, “Could he possibly think that he alone can match a thousand troops? That’s also somewhat preposterous.”

“Perfect timing!”

Teng Ge’er picked up a Wolf Fang Club, “I have long wanted to fight this person!”

Dari Ahchik said, “A year ago, this man was merely at the Meridian Passage, even if he’s incredibly talented, at best he’s just entered the Mysterious Phenomenon Technique, even assuming he’s proficient—isn’t this courting death?”

“Seeing is believing.”

Yu Wen Chengzhao, holding a weapon, said, “Order the army to quickly form a encirclement, I will join the battle personally!”

“Boom, boom, boom!”

In the midst of heavy snow.

The sound of drums shook the heavens.

The densely packed barbarian cavalry, like a tide, came from all directions.

“Really only seven or eight hundred people?”

“Very well!”

Teng Ge’er, dragging his Wolf Fang Club, climbed up to the Cloud Tower, looking out over a battlefield more than a mile away. He repeatedly confirmed that the Sheng people who had come to raid the camp numbered merely seven or eight hundred and had already been trapped by heavy forces.

“Since you dared to come, there’s no need to leave!”

“Buzz——”

The voice had not yet faded.

Suddenly, an arrow enveloped in surging Gang Qi streaked through the air, beneath which seemed to coil a Azure Dragon.

From here to Chen, there was more than a mile!

How did he shoot it from there?

And this arrow, it actually carried Gang Qi!

Luckily.

Chen Sansi’s archery was world-famous.

In the heart of Teng Ge’er, he was already prepared, waves of Gang Qi dispersed from his body, concentrating on the Wolf Fang Club and he fiercely smashed it down.

“Boom!”

Two fierce bursts of Gang Qi collided, causing a huge surge of air.

The wooden Cloud Tower could hardly withstand it and immediately collapsed; Teng Ge’er fell heavily from tens of feet in the air, creating a huge depression under his feet.

It was said that this man had strange arrows that could carry Gang Qi, and it was indeed true.

However, in terms of strength.

It was probably just as they had predicted, an entry-level to the Profound Image Realm.

The killing intent in Teng Ge’er surged, and without riding a warhorse, he crossed the thousands of troops with merely a few leaps, landing in the center of the battlefield, only a hundred steps away from the trapped White Robe.

Two more arrows flew towards him; he continued swiping the Wolf Fang Club to deflect them, closing the distance once more, only fifty steps left to confront the White Robe.

Kill!

Killing this one man was worth millions in military achievements!

Thinking thus.

On Teng Ge’er’s arms, veins violently bulged as he intertwined his muscles. Having pushed his Breathing Skill to the limit, the Eight Extraordinary Meridians circulated within his body. He drew in the chaotic energies between heaven and earth, transformed them into pure Gang Qi, and then regurgitated it, layering it upon the Wolf Fang Club until it metamorphosed into a massive and ferocious beast!

In the eyes of the barbarian soldiers nearby,

their General seemed to be wielding not a weapon, but a giant Bear Gang over ten feet tall.

The Bear Gang materialized amid a raging blizzard, closely following Teng Ge’er. It leaped dozens of feet into the air and with a force as heavy as Mount Tai plummeting, it ferociously crashed towards the ground, its momentum startling and its power boundless!

Profound Image Realm, Gang Qi takes form!

Right from the start, it was an all-out strike!

In mid-air,

the image of Chen Sansi, along with the White Horse beneath him being crushed into a pulp, had already emerged in Teng Ge’er’s mind. His face even showed a bloody excitement, but soon his facial features stiffened.

On the ground,

Chen Sansi, mounted on the White Horse, had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, yet his fingers which tightly pulled the bowstring hesitated to release. Bursts of Gang Qi were transmitted from his arm to the Big Bow and from the Ghost Vein Wood, it flowed and gathered on the Arrowhead, building up continuously.

The Gang Qi on the Arrowhead grew stronger and more majestic until it reached the critical limit that the arrow could no longer withstand, and then it burst open to reveal… a pair of wings!

Suddenly, wings formed from congregated Gang Qi flared open, stirring up flying snowflakes. The biting cold ice and snow instantaneously melted away, and under the distorted air, a flame-like Divine Beast emerged in its full glory.

That was…

Vermilion Bird!

In an instant,

everyone seemed to hear a clear and resounding phoenix cry!

Vermilion Bird Form!

‘Gang Qi takes form?’

‘Is he also at the Great Success of the Profound Image Realm?’

How could it happen so fast?!

It wasn’t that Teng Ge’er had underestimated his opponent but rather, what seemed impossible had indeed occurred!

An unprecedented cultivation speed!

He didn’t fall into disarray but clenched his teeth and twisted his facial features, pushing his limits further and causing the form of the Bear Gang around him to become even more substantial. It roared as it pounced fiercely.

“Buzz—”

The bowstring thundered like lightning.

The Vermilion Bird melted the snow, transforming into a streak of blue smoke that burst forth.

Bear Gang!

Vermilion Bird!

The two collided in mid-air a dozen feet off the ground.

All that was heard was a gut-shaking boom. Waves of force spread out from the point of impact, startlingly clearing the sky and land amid the widespread snowstorm.

When the winds calmed and the waves settled, the Bear Gang had long vanished.

In the deep pit on the ground,

Teng Ge’er lay straight, his entire right half rotten away, a horrifying sight of mangled flesh. With a lifeless expression, he watched the snowflakes that began to fall once more and after struggling through two breaths, his head tilted, and he died on the spot.

One arrow.

Killed the Profound Image!

“Teng Ge’er!”

Several hundred steps away,

Yu Wen Chengzhao and another hurried to the scene and upon witnessing what had happened, they abruptly reined in their horses, daring not to move forward even half a step. Both were dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the sight for a long time.