Chapter 592

Da Wang specially instructed Ling Yin to give it his all, and also mentioned his ambition to always come in second.

"In short, you must never hold back against others; if you don't work hard and I end up winning first place in this big martial arts competition, it'll make this event seem a bit cheesy."

Ling Yin: ……

"Yes."

The Special Recruit Camp is a special existence, having already passed the Owl Cavalry's inspection; whether they participate in the first round or not, they can still win. Da Wang called it more convincing to rely on one's own strength to rise up. They directly entered the final elimination of the first round, letting them participate in the draw from the start being unfair to others, and by the time Da Wang took the stage, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The bearded big man who drew Da Wang saw the fair and tender little dwarf Da Wang and burst out laughing loudly; his cheerful demeanor successfully offended Da Wang.

"Hmph! It's obvious you've never been beaten up by Ju Li Qian Duo Duo!"

Upon hearing that, the big man burst out laughing loudly on the spot.

Da Wang's face darkened as he entered combat mode. He was the first in the Northern Border to practice boxing techniques and temper his body, and he harbored the heart of a city lord. Though he looks small, this battle actually has no suspense. Even if he can't use his divine weapons and fights barehanded, Da Wang has been on many battlefields and knows true fighting skills.

Chang'an City's veteran troops are utterly inadequate, despite having trained hard for two months.

The big man's bones gave a dull thud from Da Wang's iron fist, and he began to feel he wasn't made of solid bone but merely a dry stick!

He almost cried from the beating! It really hurts!

He saw double images of Da Wang, who hadn't even warmed up yet. This guy lowered his stance, drove power from his waist and hips, lifted the dazed big man over his head with effort, spun him halfway around affectionately, and threw him into the weeds ahead.

Look, throwing him into the weeds—this king loves his people like children!

"Cheer!"

"Good."

Those who noticed this were first stunned, then burst into cheers. This move, appearing as the weak overcoming the strong, was shocking and highly entertaining.

After Da Wang showed a little skill, he seemed to have activated a cheat; the second round of archery and horsemanship posed no difficulty. Aside from the buff-enhanced Sun-shooting Bow, Da Wang's archery was still quite accurate. Most of these Chang'an troops are infantry; they come from the Northern Border and have run across the Xiongnu and Xianbei grasslands several times—could they really not compare to these Chang'an main camps?

Da Wang also possessed immense strength; while others looked at where they hit the archery target, Da Wang blew the target itself away……

He still wanted to stir up resentment, saying, "The difficulty is too low; we should hang a copper coin and consider it a hit only if we shoot through the hole while riding at a gallop."

The neighbor, whose horsemanship was unskilled and had just arrived, shouted: ……Can't you shut up!

In the first round, the eliminations were the fastest and the most people were knocked out; by the fifth day, only seventy thousand remained in the martial arts arena. The Forbidden Army indeed had many infantry, and the archery‑horsemanship trials wasted some time. When the second round ended, it was already the twelfth day, and the numbers had dwindled to forty thousand.

In the third round, flags are captured, weapons are allowed, and it's a knockout to decide who advances.

Just hacking at each other, this is a rougher life‑or‑death battle.

Each person must on average eliminate one opponent; those who can't get up or who voluntarily surrender are considered eliminated.

At the end of this wasteland, three watchtowers were erected, each topped with a scarlet flag. Among the final twenty thousand, whoever climbs up first and touches the flag scores, with no restrictions on method. The top thousand will receive a heavy reward from Da Wang.

In other words, holding out until the final twenty thousand automatically grants entry into the Feather Forest Guard, but Da Wang offers a prize to the first thousand who seize the flag.

On the General‑Appointment Platform lay the rewards: a refined ring‑pommel sword that Da Wang had previously bought for the Owl Cavalry and Snow Cavalry, and one hundred taels of silver. Though the value of Northern Border blades is hard to gauge, one hundred taels of silver is a huge sum even in prosperous times—enough for a thrifty farming household to last ten years. For the impoverished to receive it would be nothing short of an overnight fortune.

Da Wang clutched his chest down below, muttering: "I've gone all out this time~ To keep talent, I'm really pushing myself~"

Wei Shen couldn't bear to listen anymore, saying, "Although it's not little, haven't you stopped making money lately?" This isn't coming from your own petty treasury—surely the Wei clan is footing the bill?!'

Da Wang lowered his claws, admitting it made sense.

Spending other people's money doesn't really hurt……

When the dense drumming ceased, the sparsely stationed soldiers first lashed out at their nearby comrades; the carrot hanging from Da Wang's head was truly fragrant.

Dust flew, and the shouts of killing shook the heavens.

When someone falls or surrenders, the Northern Border troops moving back and forth on the battlefield drag them away; the periphery automatically counts them. Once twenty thousand have been dragged away, the rest win automatically.

It's a savage play, a tempting future—no one will hide their intentions any longer.

Da Wang is like a bait trap; because he's young, many have set their sights on him, and Ling Yin circles beside Da Wang, watching everyone line up to be defeated.

The drums sounded again, and those still in the field breathed a sigh of relief—they had won.

"Good!" the Marquis of the Eastern Capital politely applauded.

What he really wanted to say was that it paled in comparison to the Black Armor Cavalry.

Those still standing will automatically join the Feather Forest Guard; starting tomorrow they will move into the original camps of the Feather Forest Guard and Tiger Guard. In the next flag‑capture round, weapons are forbidden, and the first thousand to reach the flag barehanded will win.

What remains is the true fierce battle; sporadic skirmishes lose meaning as hundreds or even thousands band together, advancing and retreating as a unit. Their crude formations, clashes, and melee would make even the military strategist Changli shake his head.

Da Wang watched the bustle for a while; the four of them were already a small team, with no need to form another. They exchanged a glance, moved simultaneously, and sprinted toward their goal. Winning the fight isn't necessary—just outrun them.

Even though Da Wang's legs are short, he's a steady little tank on his lower half. When the doubtful Wei Ke's Sun Gong reached out to grab him, he was promptly knocked over by the Mighty King Da Wang……

Sun Gong lay on the ground, everyone dumbfounded—he seemed to have been hit by a carriage!

Da Wang's short stature isn't without advantages—he's agile!

Seeing Da Wang sprint forward at breakneck speed, which worried Wei Shen, he shouted while running: "…Mother! Won't he really end up in second?! Boss, where do we put our faces?"

Wei Ke lifted his leg to kick aside the person rushing to block him, in a good mood saying: "I'll definitely keep it in its original place; you just don't know. I train every day in You Prefecture, and I haven't seen you make any big progress."

Wei Shen: ……

He began to accelerate desperately, aiming for third place and forever refusing fourth.

Indeed, they differed from ordinary folk; the four‑person small team quickly left the huge force far behind, then they started turning on each other. Da Wang tried to beat Ling Yin with his short legs, but they had no breath to speak—yet Ling the Great Hero lingered leisurely at his side, swaying back and forth. When they reached the flag, those nearby leapt up effortlessly to a height of a zhang, tapped the iron pole with their toes, and in the next instant grabbed the flag……

Registrar stared wide-eyed, his mouth stuttering from fright, 'First... first... first... first place, victory~'

Great King: ……

He began climbing with hands and feet, going all out against your cultivation world!