"Excellent archery!"
Bai Thingzhi stood up covered in dust, full of admiration.
To hit a saber-toothed tigerâs heart with an arrow at such speed, what level of archery must that be!
"Within three hundred steps, Shanshi can shoot through poplars and willows, incredibly skilled indeed!"
Seeing nothing strange, Sun Buqi said, "My archery was personally taught by him."
Bai Thingzhi couldnât help but chuckle.
Chen Sansi paid no attention to the two, instead walking towards the massive corpse of the saber-toothed tiger, deep in thought.
He had seen it clearly just now.
The energy on the saber-toothed tiger was a pale blue.
How did it absorb such blue energy?
The various energies in this world must be related to the Immortal Trace.
Unfortunately, he was unable to understand it at the moment.
Probably very few in the world could know.
Supervisor Sun, who was above Martial Saint in realm, might have studied energy and even needed to understand and use different energies to break through above Martial Saint.
What kind of energy was in Supervisor Sunâs body?
So far, Chen Sansi hadnât seen him at all.
But it would be soon.
During the Selected Point assessment, not only the supervisors but also the governor, the army supervisors, and many prestigious figures from the Liangzhou Army would watch. Itâs said some would even find sons-in-law for their daughters.
Just like the nobility in the Capital City liked to choose sons-in-law from among the top scholars.
"Mr. Chen, there are still poisonous beasts!"
Chen Sansi had intended to move the saber-toothed tigerâs corpse when Bai Thingzhiâs voice rang in his ear again.
He also noticed the movement in the eastern woods.
It was a small monkey, brown all over except for a tuft of white hair on its head, with blood-red eyes and covered in blood, severely wounded.
When it arrived in front of them, it stumbled and fell to the ground, dead.
"Where did this little creature come from."
Bai Thingzhi went over to check: "How did it get wounded?"
"Not good, letâs go!"
Sun Buqi warned loudly, "Itâs a young âSoldier Monkey,â these monkeys imitate humans by using weapons. They are numerous in the Luotian Mountains and vary in strength. They have an extremely strong sense of retaliation at critical moments!
"No matter who kills their young, they will band together for revenge. Thereâs no telling how many martial artists who went hunting in the mountains have been surrounded and killed by them.
"Later, after these Soldier Monkeys became poisoned, they became poisonous beasts, and nobody wanted to provoke them anymore!"
"Aooo aooo aoooââ"
Before he finished speaking, monkey howls enveloped them from all sides.
One by one, the long-armed monkeys were either running or swinging through the tree tops. In a few breaths, they densely blocked the way out, each wielding all kinds of weapons, some old, some new, some broken, and some fine. There was no telling how many martial artists who went into the mountains had died at their hands.
The leader among them was an old white-haired monkey, holding a Mo Blade.
Without exception, all of them had blood-red energy flowing within their bodies.
The energy in the old white-haired monkey was the most vigorous; its strength was probably even a notch higher than the saber-toothed tigerâs. Most importantly, it seemed to have judgment and thought. At this moment, it looked at the dead young monkey on the ground, then glared at the people with bared teeth, swinging the blade furiously.
"Aow!"
A countless number of monkeys attacked the group from all directions.
"Damn it, anywhere else this little monkey could have died, why did it have to die right in front of us?"
Sun Buqiâs face looked grim: "And this area isnât a Soldier Monkeyâs habitat; how did they get here?"
What else could it be...
It was done intentionally by someone!
Chen Sansi noticed a flash of energy and also heard the rustling in the dense forest, but his view was blocked, so he couldnât see who it was.
Stronger than my energy.
It must be Great Success of Refining.
"It was them..."
...
"Princely Heir!"
Yin Hanwen hid behind a tree, surreptitiously watching the surrounded group, taking pleasure in their misfortune and saying, "They have disrespected you time and again, especially that Bai fellow. Teach them a lesson!"
They judged from the direction the few had left that they were heading up the mountain to hunt, so they harbored ulterior motives.
Since private feuds werenât allowed within the Eight Camps, they decided to take action outside.
Moreover, they didnât act directly but instead exploited the habits of the poisonous beasts. That way, even if something went wrong, no one would be able to link it back to them.
"Well, that Chen Sansi is a member of the Yan Party anyway, thereâs no need to try to win him over,"
Cao Fan said gravely, "Itâs no issue if the others die, but Sun Buqi is here too. There wonât be any trouble, will there?"
"The Princely Heir can rest assured."
Yin Hanwen said, "We are watching over here. If there really is any trouble, it isnât too late to go save Sun Buqi then."
"Brother Yin, arenât you being a bit too harsh?"
With furrowed brows and caution, Tang Yingke advised, "They were disrespectful to the Princely Heir, but their actions donât warrant death, do they?..."
"You, Tang!"
Yin Hanwen scolded in a hushed voice, "We are in this together!"
"Iâm actually worried."
Wen Qiushi took over the conversation, saying, "Are these soldier apes enough to kill them all?"
Crouching, Yin Hanwen said, "Who knows? Letâs take this opportunity to test what they are capable of."
"Hey!"
They watched as the small group began to fight with the soldier apes.
Unable to watch any longer, Tang Yingke grabbed his sword and ran out shouting, "Brother Bu Qi, Iâm coming to help you!"
"Tang, do you want to die?!"
Wen Qiushi intended to grab him, but it was already too late.
"Let him go! He wouldnât dare reveal that it was our plan,"
Yin Hanwen cursed, "His father is just a fence-sitter in the court, and he is no better. Weâll deal with him harshly later! Itâd be best if he just died here! Hm?"
All three of them were shocked by the scene unfolding before their eyes.
Chen Sansi, facing the encirclement of the soldier apes, plucked his bowstring like thunder, and with every arrow shot, a soldier ape fell to the ground. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he had shot more than thirty soldier apes.
Even the old ape that served as their commander could only block five arrows with its weapon before an arrow pierced its head.
"That bow, over thirty Power!"
Cao Fan recognized, "How can this manâs archery be so outstanding!"
"The Princely Heir need not worry, the Selected Point doesnât test archery, after all. Archery is of little use to High Realm Martial Artists,"
Clenching his fist, Yin Hanwen said, "Itâs just infuriating that we canât rely on these beasts anymore."
"Then letâs get out of here quickly!"
Wen Qiushi grew anxious, "If they find out and report us to the Governor Mansion, Sun Xiangzong wonât show any consideration for our status."
"Letâs go!"
"Be careful!"
As they got to their feet to leave.
Chen Sansi fired another arrow.
On the surface, it seemed aimed at a soldier ape, but in reality, it was directed at them.
"Bangââ"
The arrow shot through the trunk of the tree and then thunderously pierced through Yin Hanwenâs shoulder. Had it been off by just an inch, it would have hit the heart!
"Ah!"
"Shut up!"
Cao Fan covered his mouth so he couldnât scream, then carried him and left.
"He did it on purpose!"
After running for about two miles, Yin Hanwen finally couldnât hold back and began to howl, "Princely Heir, he... he dared to shoot me!"
If he hadnât been hidden behind the tree, out of the shooterâs line of sight, wouldnât he be dead on the spot?
"What can we do about it?"
With gritted teeth, Cao Fan said, "Who suggested this underhanded idea that we canât be seen with? When the Selection competition begins, weâll teach him a lesson at the Martial Arts Arena!"
"I... Iâm afraid I wonât be able to participate in the Selection..."
Yin Hanwen screamed incessantly.
Before the Selection had even started, they were forced to lose one person and couldnât make a claim; they had to swallow this bitter loss in silence.