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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 144 Capital City Tremors_4

This power!

Even though he couldn't even spread it to the periphery of the weapons, why was a single strike more powerful than his?

Impossible, this can't be possible!

In a state of panic, Xu Kai reached out, trying to grab the Mo Blade hanging in midair.

"Clang!"

A desperate, crisp clanging resounded.

The Mo Blade was once again flicked away by the long spear, spinning through the air for several tens of steps before landing and killing one of his own men.

"Puchi—"

Before Xu Kai could comprehend what was happening, a golden light pierced through his chest, pulverizing his bones and heart together, causing him to tumble stiffly from his horse, dying with his eyes wide open.

Storage!

Chen Sansi had been preparing from the beginning; it seemed that after storing energy, any of his attacks could surpass those of an ordinary Hua Jin-"Perfection" Martial Artist, as long as he seized the right opportunity for a fatal strike.