Transmigration begins with archery training

"Oh?"

Pei Tiannan said, "Does Eunuch Hou mean that Lord Chen is avenging Lord Tang's young master?"

"Indeed!" Eunuch Hou nodded.

Tang Yingke was urgently treating his injuries in a corner of the training ground. How could he not understand? His pupils trembled, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Brother Tang, did you see that!"

Bai Tingzhi said excitedly, "General Chen is avenging you! You must remember this kindness!"

……

"stop!"

The general in charge of proctoring the exam finally confirmed that the young master of Splitting Moon Manor was whimpering and trying to admit defeat, so he rushed over.

“Wuwu——”

Wen Qiushi's fighting style was completely chaotic. It was impossible to hear what he was saying, but you could hear the obvious sobbing in his voice. Apart from the vital parts of his body, there were seven or eight bloody holes!

From the start of the competition until this very moment.

Only three rounds had passed, which was the time it takes to take a few deep breaths.

The fact that the others were able to react at that moment is already quite fast.

As Chen Sanshi watched the proctoring general approach him, the dragon and elephant blood within his body surged once more. Under the extreme effect of blood circulation, the power and speed of the spear in his hand reached a new level.

Wen Qiushi's strength is truly remarkable. This is the first time he has ever felt that killing someone is so difficult since he started practicing martial arts. His two ring-pommel swords always manage to protect his vitals and save his life at the last moment, but according to his calculations, the time is almost enough. He just needs to be a little faster!

"Lord Chen, you've gone mad!"

There were also many eliminated elite generals watching the battle nearby, and they all showed expressions of incomprehension.

Why must they kill him?

Isn't he afraid?

"Wen Qiushi's father is the master of Piyue Manor, and he is a Martial Saint!"

"Lord Chen, please stop!"

"..."

On the fighting stage, swords and spears have no eyes; life and death are not the responsibility of anyone.

That's what it says.

But in reality, how many people actually dare to do it?

Those without powerful backgrounds are unlikely to get hurt, and even if their opponents are stronger, they will try their best to hold back. Those without backgrounds, on the other hand, don't have as many concerns and often have to face their opponents head-on with all their might.

This Lord Chen...

"madman!"

Yan Changqing's heart pounded as he watched.

In the arena.

Wen Qiushi's wrists were as if they had been bitten by venomous snakes, the tendons in his hands were completely torn apart, and he could no longer hold the double-bladed swords, thus losing his last means of survival.

He raised his hands, about to kneel down and beg for mercy.

pity.

He didn't even have a chance to kneel down.

"stop!"

"stop--"

"Pfft-"

The long spear reached its destination just before the opponent knelt down, piercing his heart. Hot blood spurted out, splashing everywhere in the air like a blooming blood-red lotus.

"Buzz!"

The supervising general gripped the gun barrel with his large hand.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Supported by the spear, Wen Qiushi's body was in a stiff state, trying to kneel but only halfway down. His head drooped limply, and blood slid down his chin. Because it was viscous, it could not drip directly onto the ground, but was suspended in mid-air. He was practically a corpse.

"you……"

The supervising general looked at the man with the gun, his expression complicated: "He has already admitted defeat, yet you still tried to kill him."

"General, he didn't shout."

Chen Sanshi looked completely bewildered: "What I did... didn't I commit a foul?"

"Not counting."

The supervising general laughed instead: "Let him die if he wants."

previously.

When Tang Yingke shouted "I admit defeat," it was also he who was responsible for stopping the fight.

They really shouted it out loud.

The man surnamed Wen didn't give him any face either.

He deserved to die!

It can only be said that they brought this upon themselves, and they deserve to suffer the consequences.

The supervising general let go of the body, not even bothering with it, and turned away, ignoring it completely.

"My son!!!"

"boom--"

far away.

Wen Zhi cleaved the spear in front of him with a palm strike, trying to rush onto the arena, but was blocked by a new wall of people. Beside him, a mountain-like figure appeared.

"Lü Ji!!"

Wen Zhi abruptly stopped in his tracks, his voice trembling, "My son, he killed my son!"

"Your son did not admit defeat."

Lu Ji said calmly, "The proctor also went to help, and everything was in accordance with the rules. We did not favor either side. I hope Master Wen will not make unreasonable demands."

"Ah! I'm going to kill him!"

Wen Zhi roared, "Lü Ji, are you going to block my way?!"

"It's just the death of one son, why are you getting so worked up?"

Lu Ji frowned, his tone impatient: "Don't you still have two sons? The youngest one is even a Martial Saint. You can train him again. Rules are rules. I advise you not to do anything you'll regret. Otherwise, I won't be able to help you."

"you……"

Wen Zhi's face turned ashen, veins bulging. He looked at Sun Xiangzong, who remained unresponsive on the city wall, then at Lü Ji, and finally could only unleash a punch, shattering a massive stone pillar several meters high at the edge of the training ground.

He gritted his teeth, his voice laced with sarcasm: "Lu Ji, don't try to scare me! You should think about yourself first! How many years have you been a Martial Saint? Is it that you can't break through, or that Sun Xiangzong didn't teach you? Now, this last selection of champions is going to be passed on to someone else, and you're still standing here, acting as his dog?!"

"You don't need to worry about that, Master Wen."

Lu Ji, with his eyes closed, said, "Someone, bring Young Master Wen's body over to Master Wen."

"Yes!"

"Snapped!"

Soon, a blood-soaked corpse was placed in front of them.

"Since you're here to participate in the selection process, you're going to enlist. And when you enlist, people are bound to die. This is something everyone should have prepared for long ago."

The elderly general said disdainfully, "Master Wen, don't make us look down on you."

"Old Wen."

Shao Yujing patted his shoulder: "Calm down, your Erlang and Sanlang are waiting for you to go back. Let's go."

After throwing a dozen more punches at the ground, Wen Zhi glared at Chen Sanshi on the stage before picking up his eldest son's body, turning around, and leaving with heavy steps.

At the exit of the military city, he was stopped again by a wheelchair.

"Fang Qingyun?"

Wen Zhi questioned, "What are you trying to do now?"

"I've come to remind Master Wen of something."

Fang Qingyun's clear voice slowly said, "According to the rules, you are not allowed to seek revenge in private, otherwise..."

"I know, you don't need to tell me!"

Wen Zhi said, enunciating each word clearly: "Get out of the way!"

"Talking is useless."

Fang Qingyun said calmly, "In the coming period, if anything happens to Chen Sanshi, his family, or even a maid in the manor, Master Wen would better be able to provide sufficient evidence to prove his innocence. Otherwise, he will inevitably be investigated."

"Is this Sun Xiangzong's intention? He... is he protecting this person so much?!"

Wen Zhi's face twisted: "What, if someone tries to kill him recently, do I have to be his bodyguard?!"