Chapter 828: The Self-Discipline of Martial Arts Masters

Darts and arrows flew like swarms of locusts, creating a magnificent and overwhelming onslaught; to the Mongol cavalry, it was a deadly dance. They frantically swung their weapons to deflect the arrows and darts raining down on them.
Fortunately, archery skills at the Life and Death realm were extremely rare, let alone dart techniques, which were even more precious than national treasures, with market prices exceeding tens of millions. Most people in the crowd used martial arts at the Mysterious and Fate realms. For the Mongol cavalry, the greatest threat was their numbers, not the bows and arrows themselves.
Thus, despite the bloody and tragic scenes, most attacks aimed at vital points were blocked, and those hitting areas protected by metal armor were simply ignored.
Still, the situation remained perilous—people were constantly pierced like porcupines and rolled to the ground covered in blood…
The circle of Mongol cavalry gradually shrank.
At first, Kai Xin thought he wouldn’t gain much combat experience among thousands of competitors. But within minutes, the “Combined Finger Technique” proved effective—except for a few who died before the attacks reached them, most succeeded in taking a Mongol cavalryman’s life.
In just a few minutes, he quietly earned hundreds of combat points, almost as easily as when chasing the Mongol cavalry…
“Lucky.”
Gradually, Kai Xin realized that the seemingly powerful but actually weak attacks of the crowd couldn’t deliver fatal blows. He then went all out, firing arrows in all directions and continuously using the Combined Finger Technique.
Amidst the overwhelming wave of attacks, the technique was invisible and impossible to defend against!
Moreover, later on, Kai Xin targeted the more skilled group leaders—those in charge of ten or a hundred men… With the lethality of the Combined Finger Technique, these Mongol officers could also be killed in one strike. Before long, he had accumulated over 2,000 points.
“Damn!”
“Firing so many arrows yet getting no combat points—this is weird.”
“My Mysterious Realm mastery can’t even earn me any points, let alone someone like you using a series of weak arrow attacks. It would be surprising if you could get any points at all…” Some in the crowd were happy while others were worried.
But with thousands of people competing against fewer than a thousand Mongol cavalrymen, most couldn’t gain any experience.
Even those at the periphery fought fiercely with those they offended to get a better position, making the scene extremely chaotic.
However, no one in the crowd noticed that Kai Xin, who had no bow or darts, had already earned over 3,000 points.

“Before encountering the large army, I had already earned over 7,200 combat points. I got 1,000 points for protecting the general, and then another 1,000 points along the way… Now it’s 3,000… In total, it’s nearly 13,000, enough to exchange for the rank of ‘company commander’! But to form a full cavalry company, I still need over 5,000 more combat points.”
While steadily continuing to earn combat points, Happy searched intently among the Mongol cavalry for the leaders of ten-thousand and one-thousand men…
Now, there were few left of the leaders of a hundred men, while those of a thousand men and the burly men with iron clubs were protected most closely, as if they were the generals from the Central Plains who had been besieged before, huddled together.
In total, there were five leaders of a thousand men and one leader of ten thousand men, with 3,500 combat points—equivalent to one-third of the remaining Mongol cavalry. If he could capture all six of them and complete the reconnaissance mission afterward, he should be able to gather enough men to form a cavalry company…
…
“Charge!!!”
“Kill!!!”
The sound of iron hooves thundered!
The earth trembled wildly once again.
Behind, a group of Mongol cavalry that had been blocked by the other cavalry finally broke through and launched another charge, with a force as mighty as a tsunami, sweeping through everything in their path.
The Mongol warriors had fierce looks in their eyes, rushed forward like the wind, swinging axes through the air, and firing arrows like locusts. Like a group of tigers freed from their cage, they tore a huge gap behind the scattered martial artists from the Central Plains! They charged in unimpeded!
As more and more martial artists from the Central Plains surrounded the leader of ten thousand men, the attacks became more intense and fierce. The number of his subordinates decreased rapidly, while a few hundred cavalrymen unleashed astonishing combat power, rushing through the crowd behind them like a whirlwind.
“Cavalry charge!”
“Damn!”
“Run fast!”
Although these martial artists had been incredibly brave just now, upon hearing the sound of the cavalry charging behind them, they ran faster than rabbits.
Happy was stunned.
Tens of thousands of martial artists were scared into running away by the charge of just a few hundred Mongol cavalry?
That can’t be true, right?
TV dramas and movies don’t depict it this way…
Martial artists are supposed to be able to fight ten with one, a hundred with one, even a thousand with one!
“One after another… lacking any sense of being a martial artist—how shameful, utterly shameful.”
While laughing and crying in frustration, Happy mixed in with the fleeing crowd.
The battlefield was chaotic, with shadows everywhere! It was easy to collide with others; the situation was in complete disarray.

With the “full cooperation” of countless martial artists, the Mongol cavalry’s charge was unstoppable, and they soon joined forces with the ten-thousand-strong army led by the man wielding the Mixed Gold Staff…
Boom!!!
The man with the Mixed Gold Staff raised his weapon high, gritting his teeth:
“Charge!”
The ten-thousand-strong commander, already filled with rage, pressed his legs against his horse’s flanks. Hundreds of soldiers, along with their subordinates, let out deafening roars as they charged forward from both flanks.
The sound of hooves grew louder, and the situation took a sharp turn!
Countless martial artists began to retreat; the Mongol cavalry once again became the dominant force on the battlefield!
The throwing weapons and arrows flying in the air became sparse, posing no threat at all to the thousands of Mongol cavalrymen!
The Mongol cavalry pursued relentlessly behind the mass of Central Plains martial artists, like arrows riding the waves—unstoppable…
The massive retreat of the Central Plains martial artists not only completely shattered everyone’s fighting spirit and demoralized them but also disrupted the formation of the nearly ten-thousand Central Plains soldiers who were prepared to resist on the spot.
“Shoot arrows!”
Seeing the opportunity, the man with the Mixed Gold Staff quickly gave the order.
Thousands of giant bows were drawn, and with the soul-shaking sound of strings being pulled, the Central Plains martial artists saw the light above them dim. Turning around, they saw a deluge of arrows pouring down from all directions.
The martial artists were fortunate—protected by their defenses—except for those who were particularly unlucky or lacked the mental strength to withstand the attacks; almost all those harmed were Central Plains soldiers.
The sound of bodies being pierced echoed continuously, along with cries of pain!
One after another, they fell like cut wheat, in large groups.
Seeing the effectiveness of their tactics, the pursuing Mongol cavalry grew even more excited and continued to shoot arrows…
But they didn’t notice that among the panicked fleeing crowd, one person quietly slowed down and fell back.