Transmigration begins with archery training

After enduring countless relentless attacks from the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Chen Sanshi's vision blurred. The reason he was injured was entirely because he was using his own disadvantages to counter the enemy's advantages.

Twenty-six...

Twenty-seven!

Each round passes.

His internal injuries would worsen, but at the same time he would become more familiar with his opponent's tactics.

"Clang clang clang!"

"what--"

Cao Fan swung the Green Dragon Crescent Blade almost frantically, and with each strike, a trickle of blood would spill from the corner of his opponent's mouth. For him, this blood was undoubtedly a potent and exciting drug.

"What are you still insisting on!"

He had initially thought his opponent had some kind of killer move similar to his "scorching sun" that they hadn't used, but now it seemed there was no killer move at all; they were simply taking the hit head-on.

That's unbelievable.

At first, I wanted to kill the other person but failed.

After abandoning the idea of ​​killing and only wanting to win the duel, the opponent instead offered himself up to die.

Cao Fan and Wen Qiushi had no feelings for each other.

The other party was nothing more than a lapdog who came to curry favor with him after he arrived in Liangzhou.

But as the saying goes, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

The man surnamed Chen killed his dog.

If he, as the master, doesn't take revenge, who will dare to come and rely on him in the future?

Not to mention, from beginning to end, Chen Sanshi was never afraid of him!

A subject who dares to defy the imperial family deserves to die!

Final blow!

"clang!"

With a determination to kill, Cao Fan unleashed the Lion Leap Slash once more, scorching the sky like the blazing sun.

However, the expected scene of delivering the final kill did not occur.

Not only was the scorching sun blocked, but the opponent used some unknown method, making it far easier than before. It was an indescribable skill that miraculously neutralized the frenzied and violent strike, without even taking a single step back.

Cao Fan's gaze followed the weapon, finally meeting a pair of bloodshot eyes, and his heart trembled.

thirty!

Chen Sanshi silently recited the numbers.

The thirtieth round!

The composition is complete, the music begins!

In that instant, he felt everything in the world slow down, especially his opponent standing in front of him, whose every move became crystal clear.

Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique.

This sword technique is virtually unmatched within its level.

From that instant on, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade appeared full of flaws in Chen Sanshi's eyes, and its movements became incredibly slow.

The dying python reopened its pupils and launched a reverse hunt against the infinitely powerful celestial dragon!

"how is this possible?"

Cao Fan frowned, his face full of astonishment.

His final move, even if it couldn't kill his opponent, would definitely render him completely incapable of fighting. So why did this kid suddenly find some strength and start... counterattacking?!

"what!"

On the city wall.

Pei Tiannan and Eunuch Hou stood up almost simultaneously, each taking a few steps forward to the top of the wall to get a clearer view.

Even Sun Xiangzong straightened up slightly.

"it is good!"

Sun Buqi strained his neck as hard as he could.

Ye Fengxiu even used his lightness skill to reach the top of a stone pillar several meters high, looking down at the arena, just to get a clear view.

"What's wrong? Did you use my compassionate salvation ritual?"

When Meng Guangxin felt hopeless halfway through, he sat down and started drinking. But when he saw their reaction, he hurriedly got up to watch the show.

The afterglow of sunset.

On the arena, the monstrous python hunts the heavenly dragon!

The Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique, which was so fierce that it was difficult to resist not long ago, now appears full of flaws in Chen Sanshi's eyes. He no longer needs to take the blows head-on, but can neutralize them by using specific angles and specific blood and qi intensity according to the different strikes of the saber technique, and then seize the opportunity to counterattack.

If we're talking about the most obvious experience, it's naturally Cao Fan himself.

His confidence crumbled little by little, replaced by shock and incomprehension. He couldn't understand why, from a certain moment on, no matter how he attacked, his attacks were easily dismantled, as if he could see the future, predict his attacks, and make the optimal solution.

wrong.

It's more like they've figured out his swordsmanship!

Before the competition began, Cao Fan received assistance and learned about the characteristics of the "Unity Spear Technique" and its "madness" in advance, thus allowing him to remain calm and composed.

But Chen Sanshi gave him a feeling that went far beyond that; it was as if he had personally practiced the sword technique countless times and knew all the moves by heart.

But that's even more impossible!

Even members of the royal family cannot learn the "Golden Crow Heavenly Dragon Saber Technique." One must undergo a rigorous qualification assessment before being allowed to practice it. Absolutely no one outside the Cao family in the world knows it.

That can only be...

In these thirty rounds of fighting.

The opponent gradually became familiar with the technique and deciphered it.

Cao Fan was terrified!

What kind of monster is this?

In thirty rounds, he deciphered the world's top-tier sword technique, which had been passed down for hundreds of years and created by the world's greatest masters!

He would rather the Cao family had given Chen Sanshi the cultivation technique than have the other party be such a monstrous talent!

The python, which had been suppressed, launched a fierce and sharp counterattack as the fight went on, and the two sides gradually became evenly matched, with no clear winner!

"No wonder..."

Rong Yanqiu said in disbelief, "Even I'm starting to admire him a little, let alone my junior sister..."

"Win the championship? Chen Sanshi is going to win the championship?"

"..."

There were tens of thousands of spectators at the scene.

They belatedly realized with a start that something terrible was about to happen.

Everyone in the world thought Cao Fan would win this selection.

If the second outcome occurs, who knows what kind of uproar it will cause!

"impossible?"

"It is already rare in the world for someone who has only achieved minor success in organ refinement to fight someone who has achieved perfection like this. As for him winning, that would be nothing short of a fantasy."

"You know what, it's actually possible."

"..."

While tens of thousands of people were shocked and in an uproar, another group remained remarkably calm, as if they were not surprised at all.

"I won! Give me ten taels of silver!"

"Bullshit! This isn't over yet."

"That young master definitely won't last fifty rounds, so stop thinking about it."

"Who said there's a chance!"

"..."

While everyone assumed from the beginning that the leader would be the royal heir, the soldiers from the Poyang County Garrison secretly started a betting game in a corner.

They're betting on how long Cao Fan can hold out.

Some people bet thirty rounds, some forty, and some fifty...

No one placed a bet on Cao Fan to win.

Yes, they never thought their general would lose, never!

In everyone's hearts, the person who brought them from Poyang to this place, who faced tens of thousands of enemy troops chasing and intercepting them all the way and still managed to escort tens of thousands of people across the river, was already like a god. How could a god possibly lose?