My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Every time.

He would retreat.

Every time.

The injuries within his body would slightly worsen.

But every time,

He held on!

This was enough!

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of weapon clashes kept coming, as if there were a large forge by the banks of the agate river.

Several hundred steps away,

Cao Zhi struggled to wake from unconsciousness, blood all over his face from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His breastplate had long been tattered, revealing the golden soft armor underneath. Combined with his defensive magic, he barely managed to preserve his life under the Martial Saint's strike.

His decision to follow Hongze Camp, rather than Xuanwu Camp, was a gamble.

Cao Zhi was betting.

That Chen Sansi could win.

If he could,

it would be his military achievement too.

After sharing life and death, it could also bring him closer to the White Robe.

That was why,

Cao Zhi risked his life to help out, although it was to no avail.

But come to think of it,

this cheap big brother of his sure had a lot of things hidden on him, be it spells or bizarre flames.

It's just a pity...

He still wasn't a match.

Yuwen Jingwen's reputation was well-deserved, he was certainly one of the fiercest warriors of the Yuwen clan.

You see,

even among Martial Saints, there were disparities.

This Yuwen Jingwen, even among Martial Saints, must be one of the premier figures.

It seemed...

he was going to lose the bet.

But no matter,

there's always winning and losing in gambling.

Cao Zhi still had one tunneling talisman left for himself. As long as he kept his life, all was negotiable.

After swallowing several elixir pills to treat his injuries, he struggled up from the snow. He planned to leave the place first before doing anything else, then he heard the sound of hammering iron, "dang dang lang lang."

"Still fighting?"

"He is still holding up?!"

That's a Martial Saint, who represents a qualitative change on the path of Martial Arts. To put it exaggeratedly, it's like the difference between a mortal and an Immortal!

"Cough cough..."

Using his sword as a walking stick, Cao Zhi staggered towards the source of the sound, crawled up the hillside, and peered down at the ground.

The fight was still going on.

One in a white robe, wielding spear and sword, the other bare-chested, swinging a meteor giant hammer.

No one knew how long they had fought for.

All that could be seen was,

Chen Sansi at a disadvantage, struggling to hold on steadfastly.

And the one-armed Yuwen Jingwen, seemingly with an absolute advantage, but yet unable to make further progress.

A Xuanxiang Warrior

was actually enduring until now?!

Cao Zhi gave up the idea of running away and chose to watch on.

...

"Still not dead?!"

In Yuwen Jingwen's arms, his hammer and iron chain had long since turned into a blur. His eyes saw only his opponent, devoid of the world, as he had entered a state of overexertion long ago.

But...

The white robe simply wouldn't die!

No matter what killer moves he used, no matter what tactics he employed, it always fell short by a hair.

And this tiny bit, seemed like an insurmountable gulf, forever out of reach.

Martial Saints weren't without pain, nor did they ignore their injuries.

Earlier,

Yuwen Jingwen relied on his powerful physique to temporarily ignore the pain of his severed arm, but as time went on, the continuously bleeding stump began to throb with pain, and the side effects of excessive blood loss gradually manifested.

"Ah!"

He roared, swinging his hammer even faster, the sound of iron striking grew constant with no interlude, merging into one: "Xuanxiang, you are just a Xuanxiang, can you outlast me? This king wants to see how long you can hold on!"

"Hold on how long?"

The blood-stained white robed Chen Sansi showed no sign of exhaustion: "You know, everyone who has said that to me is already dead."

"Bullshit!"

"Boom boom boom——"

Another ten rounds went by.

To Yuwen Jingwen's horror,

His hammer technique had been thoroughly figured out during the fight.

Chen Sansi seemed capable of divining the future, anticipating his next moves and then cleverly defusing them, no longer merely hanging on but moving with ease.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Yuwen Jingwen's normally steady state of mind could no longer stay calm.

Because his True Qi,

was running out!

Standing before him was but a single man,

Yet the True Qi he expended could suffice to kill thousands of soldiers!

This one man,

Was worth thousands of soldiers!

"Impossible——"

"Even if it means perishing together today, this king absolutely will not let you leave the banks of the agate river by half a step, never!"

"..."

If Hongze Camp didn't perish at the agate river,

then there would be no more armies to stop them afterward.

They...

would march straight to the Barbarian Capital, then to Langjuxu Mountain.

There, lay the main Array Eye of the Blood Sacrifice Array!

Thinking thus,

Yuwen Jingwen, like a frenzied beast, was willing to damage his foundation and risk demotion in his cultivation, forcibly elevating his power once more.

Finally!

The guy had exhausted his power, he was spent!

He could distinctly feel it.

The white robe's Gang Qi was also weakening.

That's more like it!

Even if a person equaled thousands of soldiers, he would eventually run out of energy.

However,

Just as Yuwen Jingwen was becoming increasingly ferocious, wanting to hang on by a thread to smash him, he saw the opponent inexplicably surge with a strange strength within his body, as though he had rested and returned to the fray, even showing faint signs of returning to his peak.

[Mysterious Phenomenon Five Organs]

The cycle of life never ends, the flow never ceases!

At this moment,

Chen Sansi finally brought out his ultimate resource.

Dragon-Elephant blood roared through his veins, the Mysterious Phenomenon Five Organs, combined with meridians ten times more than those of a warrior of the same realm, helped him recover his Gang Qi at an almost insane rate.

On top of that, he had taken a Fasting Pill before fighting to replenish his Qi-Blood.