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My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side. He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man. Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer. From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away! From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million! Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry. Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'

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266 Chs

Chapter 126: Regaining Prestige, Qilin's Heart!_6

"I am the Assistant General of Xuanwu Camp. My surname is Guan, first name Jizeng, and I will be your chief proctor for the upcoming exam,"

Guan Jizeng's booming voice explained the rules in greater detail:

"Once the people from the city come out, my brothers will charge and kill the enemy, and you need to join them. There will be no courtesies extended to you, so you will need to demonstrate your own skills. Seize as many opportunities as you can, as there will be people keeping count for you. Have you got it?"

Two li behind them, ten Cloud Towers, each eight zhang tall, had been built from wood, with counters standing on each one.

"Do we still have to fight for it?"

The Selected Spear Generals looked at each other in dismay.

There were only a total of one thousand five hundred disciples inside the city, but outside, there were a whopping three thousand soldiers from the Flying Hero Camp, all eager and rubbing their hands, clearly not planning to give them any chances.