Transmigration begins with archery training

Those who remained in the military camp were the only ones who had a relationship with Chen Sanshi, so of course they had to come and check on him when something happened.

It seems he can't control it now.

They're blinded by rage; you can't stop them.

"Brothers, kill!"

"Um?!"

Zhu Tong's eyes widened, and he swung his warhammer, ready to charge forward.

"Kill the hell!"

Fang Ping snapped, "Do you think this is a battlefield? Are you brainless?! Xu Bin, keep an eye on them. I'm going to find Commander Wang. We must keep things stable and not let the situation escalate!"

He rushed to the county town in a great hurry.

"Are we really just going to stand by and watch?!"

Zhu Tong pointed at the martial arts school disciples: "So many of them, and you're letting Shi Tou deal with them all by himself?"

Song Laowu and the boy were locked in fierce combat not far away, while the martial arts school disciples were eager to pounce. They planned to launch a sneak attack as soon as the boy showed any signs of weakness or injury.

"The one surnamed Xu!"

Zhu Tong cursed, "How has Shi Tou treated you all this time? Don't make me look down on you!"

"You son of a bitch, do you need to tell me?!"

Xu Bin drew his goose-feather saber: "Brothers, surround the people from the martial arts school!"

"Commander Fang said we must not act rashly!"

Other small flags were blocking the exit.

Xu Bin ignored him.

Zhu Tong is right.

He knew exactly how Shi Tou had treated him since they met.

If you don't help in a time like this, are you even human?

Xu Bin was always conscientious and responsible, and his subordinates respected him and were willing to follow his instructions.

Not to mention Wang Li and others.

They had just received the benefits, and even if they didn't go to help, they couldn't just watch their leader get ambushed.

There was one junior officer who was willing to help.

Of the fifty soldiers who arrived at Yanbian Village, thirty rushed out and surrounded the martial arts school disciples.

"What are you doing?!"

The martial arts disciples stared at the dense array of spears: "You killed people first, and you still dare to surround us? Are you planning to slaughter innocent civilians?!"

"Fuck your law-abiding citizen!"

Zhu Tong smashed a hammer into the chest of the man who had spoken, and the latter immediately coughed up blood and fainted.

The other martial arts school disciples immediately shut up.

"Don't even move!"

Xu Bin roared, "Anyone who dares to harbor any evil intentions will be killed without mercy!"

The martial arts school disciples, being thugs and hooligans at heart, all stood at attention, each looking towards their Fifth Master.

It's not too late for them to be arrogant after Fifth Master wins against that kid.

On the contrary, without Fifth Master's backing, they really wouldn't dare to risk their lives.

……

Xu Bin watched the battle unfold nervously.

He couldn't get involved in their fight.

Hopefully, Chen Sanshi can hold on until General Fang sends someone over.

Sword shadows and spear flashes clashed and gleamed.

Warhorses neighed, and figures moved swiftly.

Every time the weapons clashed, Chen Sanshi had to use all his strength to receive the blow.

No wonder Song Laowu was so confident before he took action.

The difference between training bones and training blood is indeed significant.

However, for Chen Sanshi, as long as he can withstand the first round of attacks, it means he will not lose, and even has a very high probability of winning.

because,

He can keep going!

The blood of dragons and elephants is not only powerful, but its utilization rate is also far greater than that of ordinary blood and qi.

Consuming the same amount of energy, an ordinary person can deliver one strike, while Chen Sanshi can deliver at least three. With this disparity, the longer the battle drags on, the greater his chances of winning will naturally be.

The person who understands this most deeply is naturally Song Laowu himself.

"Where did this freak come from!"

His Thunderclap Sword Technique is definitely considered an excellent sword technique in a place like Poyang.

In addition to training his bones and blood, and suppressing those beyond his physical boundaries, he not only couldn't quickly defeat them, but after more than ten rounds, he didn't feel any sign of winning.

The boy's marksmanship was superb. On the surface, he was always in a passive defensive state, but in reality, if he was not careful for even a second, the tip of his gun would be aimed straight at his face.

Furthermore, with his opponent riding a warhorse from a high vantage point, wielding a spear over ten feet long, sweeping across all directions, Song Laowu was unable to get close at all, forever only able to contend with the sharp spear tip, unable to even harm the warhorse beneath him.

He became agitated.

"In the end, it's still the Blood Refining Realm!"

"I want to see how long you can last!"

Song Laowu roared.

He mobilized his qi and blood to the limit, his long sword cutting through the wind and thorns without stopping, trying to force his opponent to consume a lot of qi and blood so that he could win by accumulating more power.

The onlookers were quite anxious.

"Wang Li".

Zhu Tong cursed, "If things don't look good later, we'll both go up and beat the hell up!"

"Okay!" Wang Li nodded.

Zhao Qiao and Wu Da also secretly brought out bows and arrows from the house, ready to fire a sneak attack at any moment.

Only Xu Bin found it increasingly familiar the more he looked at it.

Yes, that's what it feels like.

"We don't need to do anything, Stone is 99% sure to win!"

How did you figure that out?

"You'll see if you don't believe me."

Sure enough, another twenty rounds passed.

Song Laowu's explosive power began to wane over time.

In contrast, the boy's condition was no different from the beginning, and it was impossible to tell how long he could hold on. However, he began to show weaknesses, which his opponent seized to launch a counterattack.

A few meters away, the long spears with reed leaves came like a storm, stabbing at the face and throat, each move deadly, like a venomous snake that kills on sight.

"Clang clang clang!"

Song Laowu kept slashing at the snakes with his sword, but as soon as he killed one, another one appeared. The snakes grew faster and faster, and their numbers increased until finally, they were so numerous that they covered the sky and were unstoppable.

He could only rely on his reflexes, frantically twisting his neck and head to dodge, making it look like a thrilling acrobatic performance.

Cold sweat seeped from his body as Song Laowu realized a terrifying truth.

If this drags on any longer, it's no longer a question of whether we can win, it's a question of death!

He's mastered Blood Refinement, yet his strength hasn't diminished much, and he can still sustain it for so long—how is that possible?!

No more fighting!

The anger in Song Laowu's heart was gradually extinguished, and he regained his rationality.

"clang--"

He used all his strength to cleave the spear tip in two with his sword, then leaped backward several times to quickly create distance.

Chen Sanshi leaped from his horse, pouncing like a tiger in mid-air, instantly closing the distance and thrusting his long spear straight at his opponent's heart.

The shot was incredibly swift. Song Laowu didn't have time to block it, nor did he dare to. He simply dodged to the side, managing to get the spear to graz his chest. However, the spear blade still managed to cut a deep gash in his chest, and blood gushed out.

"boom!"

Chen Sanshi did not sheath his gun. The blood of the dragon and elephant within his body surged and gushed. He used the gun shaft as a long staff, and with his waist and stance in perfect harmony, he unleashed a fierce and powerful force, sweeping it across his opponent's chest.

Song Laowu was sent flying backwards for several feet before crashing onto the yellow mud ground. Due to inertia, he rolled several times before coming to a stop, his face covered in blood, and his brocade robes were in a sorry state.

"Stop...stop!"

He used his longsword to support himself as he stood up: "I...I admit defeat. The matter of killing my disciple will no longer be pursued, and this matter is considered closed!"