My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 638 - 212 Flaw_2

The martial cultivator's physical body was extremely formidable.

When a magic cultivator fought against him, they had to play to their strengths and cover their weaknesses.

Just then,

dressed in a white robe like a ferocious tiger with wings, he leaped and reached more than twenty yards high in the air. Ultimately, he could not fly, and after reaching his limit, he clearly began to fall.

Just as the cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, a talisman paper appeared, and after shattering, turned into purple light that enhanced the white robe. The man completely transformed into a flying tiger, suddenly accelerating in the air. The long spear kept enlarging in the cultivator's pupils until it obscured his entire field of vision.

"Pu-chi—"

He didn't even have a chance to cast a defensive spell.

The cultivator's chest burst open with a blood-red lotus as his body plummeted straight down, crashing into the chaotic army below.

"Brother Zhao!"

Another cultivator, enraged, took the opportunity to lash out with a golden light rope, desperately trying to bind the long spear's shaft. Unexpectedly, a tremendous force surged through the end of the rope, causing him to lose control instead. He was pulled directly in front of the white robe. It was already too late to escape. The Zhenyue Sword's light flashed, and he felt a chill on his neck. First, his world spun, then his vision plummeted quickly. He saw his body still in midair, but his head rolled on the battlefield.

"Crack!"

A warhorse trampled over it, smashing it like a burst watermelon.

In an instant, two more cultivators had fallen.

At the same time,

Sikong Chen's magic artifact was unleashed again, a wooden knife with green vines swirling around it. Under the enhancement of various spells, it burst forth with greater mana than before, striking at the white robe's flank.

Chen Sansi had just killed two men, and had neither time to dodge nor counterattack. He could only block with his long spear held horizontally in front of him.

"Boom—"

Under the impact,

the white robe fell like a meteor, crashing into the midst of the battle, stirring up a storm of sand and dust, and leaving a pit more than a yard deep in the ground.

As the magic artifact wooden knife rebounded from the impact back to Sikong Chen, who caught it, his expression immediately darkened.

'Something's wrong!'

'This man was first besieged by several generals, then killed two mid-stage Qi refining cultivators. He should have consumed a considerable amount of True Qi, so why does it feel...'

'as if he's even stronger?'

'...'

As his mind wandered,

on the ground,

Chen Sansi, one hand wielding the spear as a dragon and the other the sword as a White Tiger, soared into the sky once again. Between the roars of the dragon and the tiger, overwhelming killing intent enveloped the area, reaching right before him.

"Seeking death!"

Sikong Chen bellowed in anger. He no longer used distant magic attacks but instead pulled out a talisman. Activating it, it turned into a stream of light that entered his brow, causing his strength to surge.

Great Strength Talisman!

An immense force, combined with vast mana.

He did not evade or dodge but gripped the handle tightly, transforming into a brilliant arc of light that plummeted explosively.

"Boom—"

Accompanied by a thunderous noise,

Chen Sansi was once again knocked back, crashing from midair back onto the battlefield, yet he remained unharmed and showed no signs of True Qi exhaustion.

Sikong Chen cursed inwardly.

No wonder most in the Cultivation World despise martial artists!

They're as tough as mad dogs, inescapable in combat, with a slight mistake costing a huge chunk of flesh.

Up to this point, he had relied on his realm to suppress his opponent, always maintaining a certain distance and daring not engage in close combat. Otherwise, he might not even have a chance to cast a spell.

These martial artists.

Truly accursed!

"Kill him!"

Sikong Chen's voice boomed like a great bell across the battlefield, "Whoever kills Chen Sansi will be appointed as State Duke, with hereditary inheritance!"

He directly raised the reward on behalf of the Western Qi court, increasing it by one grade.

However,

regardless of how many Xiqi soldiers surged forward, they turned into vengeful spirits after a few breaths. In just a few rounds, the white robe had slain hundreds, and the bodies piled up like mountains.

In the process,

Sikong Chen was not merely an idle spectator. Hovering a hundred yards in the air, he maneuvered flying knives while constantly casting various spells, bombarding the white robe amid the vast army like a violent storm.

Every time the white robe attempted to ascend and attack him up close, he was repelled by spells and then faced the onslaught of thousands of troops.

After several repetitions, he began to feel something was odd.

Sikong Chen could clearly sense

his spells were becoming less effective in restraining the white robe with each instance.

From initially being able to stop him with casually controlled flying knives to needing serious effort, then requiring full force, and finally, using all techniques just to barely hold his ground.

Continuing this trend,

was it possible that this man could fight him to a standstill, or even...

surpass him?!

How could this be?!

There are limits to human strength!

Magic cultivators were no exception!

Take Sikong Chen himself, for instance. Facing a large army, the best strategy was to kill from above with spells. If surrounded, he could at most kill a thousand or two before his mana was depleted.

Even flying required a constant supply of mana!

Martial artists, because of their strong physiques, might kill more enemies in an army, but only to a limited extent, and they would definitely suffer from True Qi exhaustion over time.

Not to mention,

the white robe had to face not only the enemy army but constantly receive attacks from cultivators of the same realm and even higher realms!

In such a scenario, he should have been exhausted to death quite quickly.

How could it be...

A surge of killing intent rose from the ground, immediately reaching the air.

The white robe, having slain a thousand men, had returned to the fight!

Sikong Chen, prepared in advance, had already placed three talismans on himself. Holding the wooden knife, the runes dazzling, mana layered and then sharply extended, transformed into a giant blade of light over three yards long, colliding with the True Qi-formed Heavenly Dragon.