My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 43 - 43 Immortal Treasure

"Stop right there!"

The masked leader's blade pointed at the person, "A follower of the Witch God Sect?"

"Amitabha!"

The sharp-nosed monk pressed his palms together, "Sirs, please do not speak nonsense, this humble monk is a monk from the Golden Bell Temple."

"A monk? Then why are you running around in such a panic?!"

The masked man barked coldly, "Cut the crap, with that face, who could you fool? Meet your death!"

No more words were wasted.

All four of them made their move simultaneously.

The monk didn't hesitate either; his hands, at some point, were already quietly equipped with a pair of gloves wrapped with iron wire, directly clashing with the sword's blade, instantly sparking and creating sounds like that of blacksmithing.

"Both this monk and the leading masked man are in the Bone Training Realm!"

Chen Sansi could tell that their power clearly surpassed that of the Blood Refining Warriors; they were both adept at bone training.

Especially the sharp-nosed monk, who seemed frail, but was incredibly fierce in action, his aura was just like that of a fierce tiger from Second Layer Mountain.

Apart from the masked leader, the others were no match.

In just a few exchanges, they all suffered injuries, holding their swords, not daring to approach, covering from a distance.

The masked leader and the monk were locked in fierce combat.

When the fight was at a deadlock, another figure silently appeared, launching a surprise attack from behind.

It was yet another practitioner of bone training.

Two against one, the monk finally started to falter.

"Hiss—"

The masked leader found an opportunity, landing a sword strike on the monk's shoulder.

The sword did not cut off the entire arm as imagined, but got stuck in the middle after cleaving through bone, unable to completely sever it.

'Is this bone training?'

'Are bones really so hard that swords have trouble cutting through?'

'I'm afraid even my two-stone bow wouldn't be able to kill a bone training martial artist directly.'

'It seems that getting a ten-stone bow is imperative.'

Chen Sansi continued to watch the battle.

Any combat at a higher realm than his was helpful in gaining experience.

On the battlefield, the situation became gradually clear.

Ultimately, even a double-fisted monk could hardly fend off four hands, and after being struck by a sword, the disadvantage quickly widened. The Blood Refining Warriors, who had only dared to watch from afar, also moved in to look for an opportunity to deliver the finishing blow.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The sounds of blades tearing through clothing resounded one after another.

The fake monk was like someone splashed with a coat of red paint; though the bones were hard to break, the flesh had been stripped off in many places, some still clinging to his body, shaking as if they might fall off at any moment, looking extremely unsettling.

Finally, the masked leader found an opportunity, thrusting a sword into the Witch God Sect follower's carotid artery.

Blood spurted like a fountain; he fell stiffly to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

"

The Witch God Sect followers were stubbornly resisting; the remaining two or three even took the common people as human shields and ran in different directions.

Indeed, they were covering for the fake monk.

After the fake monk had left, the Witch God Sect followers began to think of ways to save themselves.

The people from the garrison had spread out in pursuit, their ranks were quite thin, and no one was paying attention to Chen Sansi's movements.

It was not until dusk that the last Witch God Sect follower was captured, and the clean-up of the battlefield began.

In terms of casualties, three garrison soldiers died, and two were injured.

Among the two who died, just one was a military soldier; the rest were Array Soldiers.

But they killed seven Witch God Sect members and captured one alive—all Blood Refining Warriors.

Indeed, there's strength in numbers.

After all, they had one flag leader and five small flags on their side; if the scene hadn't been so chaotic, preventing archers from being of much use, it would've been entirely possible to suffer even fewer casualties.

"I killed a Blood Refining Mastery and a small achievement; I should be able to exchange for a few bowls of Blood Replenishing Soup."

Chen Sansi was calculating.

His subordinates were also gradually returning, with no casualties, and having jointly killed two people.

"Okay, stop hugging me!"

Zhu Tong impatiently pushed Xu Wencai away, "It's all over, look at you being such a scaredy-cat!"

"Whistle—"

The whistle arrow was fired again.

Three hundred garrison soldiers were ordered to assemble in front of the Golden Bell Temple.

Xiang Tingchun, with bloodstained clothes, slowly walked out of the temple gate; his He Miao Blade was broken, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but the human head he held in his hand declared that he had won this murderous battle.