sbdcsierra Chapter 505 Clash!
Chapter 505 Clash!
Chapter 505 Clash!
The clear shout echoed between heaven and earth, startling everyone.
After the previous battle, only Ye Ru and three ghost scholars remained.
"Come on... We can't let these devilish scholars take away the crown of our human race."
Sitting on the rest platform, Kong Ling looked at Ye Ru with hope. He had already done enough, and now he only hoped that Ye Ru could accomplish what everyone wanted to achieve.
"Don't worry, I'll finish what you haven't done."
Holding the Three Perfections Literary Brush, the flame at its tip illuminated Ye Ru, who turned his head slightly and smiled at Kong Ling.
"Ah."
Seeing the confidence on Ye Ru's face, Kong Ling nodded and then closed her eyes to recuperate.
"Even if you have a magic pen, what's the use if you can't unleash its full power?"
Seeing Ye Ru's unusual confidence, Yan Jin suddenly felt a pang of regret, but this regret was quickly replaced by anger.
He's clearly a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, so why would he be afraid of this mere scholar?
"Then give it a try."
Ye Ru did not react at all, but instead looked at Yan Jin calmly. However, the more Ye Ru looked at Yan Jin, the more flustered the latter felt.
"The brushstrokes transform into autumn rain, the sword's aura reflects a rainbow..."
Looking at Ye Ru, whose expression remained calm, Yan Jin's gaze gradually turned cold. He then began to write, saying that this was his most powerful poem.
With a stroke of his pen, countless raindrops appeared around him, each carrying a dense sword aura. As if guided, these sword auras all pointed towards Ye Ru, and the surrounding talent, along with demonic power, also spread out.
While Yan Jin was writing poetry, Ye Ru was not idle either. He suddenly stomped his foot, and his wings suddenly spread out behind him. He then soared into the air, and his Three Perfections Literary Heart Brush also pointed in mid-air.
As Ye Ru moved the Three Perfections Writing Brush, a circular magic array immediately appeared.
This circular magic circle carried intense netherfire, and the surrounding temperature immediately rose significantly.
"Is this the Wings of a Saint?"
Xie Ming looked at the extremely large wings, a look of surprise on his face, and then said in a deep voice.
As the competition intensifies, more and more secrets about Ye Ru emerge, to the point that Xie Ming even suspects that Ye Ru may not actually only hold the rank of a scholar.
Because the literary treasures and strength that the other party possesses are simply not what a scholar should have.
"The Wings of the Sage, Ye Ru has hidden so many treasures. Even I am tempted."
Mr. Kong looked at the enormous wings and exclaimed in admiration.
Although he can stand and walk in the void, he can't reach Ye Ru's speed at all. This is a great treasure for escaping.
"It is the good fortune of the Yanhuang Kingdom to have produced such a person. If we could spend 30% of the national fortune of our Jin Kingdom to produce a Ye Ru, we would probably be laughing in our dreams."
Mr. Meng said with a smile.
This assessment prompted others to nod silently in agreement. What Mr. Meng said was true. If the State of Jin could produce a Ye Ru, and with the accumulation of resources, it would probably only be a matter of time before he became the second Sage Confucius.
At that time, their Jin state will be the number one literary capital in the world, not the Wei state.
Outside the arena, countless people watched this scene with burning passion on their faces. This was the final showdown, and as human scholars, they naturally hoped that Ye Ru would win, but judging from the current situation, it seemed a bit uncertain.
"We must win."
A surge of passion welled up in Zhang Dong's heart. He clenched his fists and looked at Ye Ru, who was suspended in the sky in the distance, like a god of war.
Countless people watched Ye Ru and Yan Jin, and the latter finally let out a sharp shout, and the surrounding sword energy shot out towards Ye Ru like a torrential rain.
This attack carried a powerful force, and wherever it passed, the sound of air exploding echoed, even creating trenches in the ground.
On the stands, everyone was horrified, their eyes fixed on Ye Ru. The powerful attack made them dizzy. After all, this poem was just an ordinary battle poem for a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination). Even a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) wouldn't be able to unleash such a powerful battle poem.
"I understand now. This ghost scholar has poured all of his previous Netherfire power into this attack, temporarily raising it to the level of a Hanlin scholar."
Xie Ming clapped his hands, his face full of worry, and said.
"What? Attack power at the level of a Hanlin scholar? No way!"
These words surprised everyone.
Zhang Dong, Zhang Zhi, and the others were also pale-faced. They came here to bring the heroic spirits home, not to let Ye Ru, the pride of the Yanhuang Kingdom, die here.
"Oh no, this is a deadly strike."
Seeing this, Zhang Dong clenched his fists, and the talent within his body began to stir.
"Don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten Ye Ru's trump card? He's someone who can create miracles."
At this moment, Zhang Zhi grasped Zhang Dong's hand and then said in a deep voice:
“If you make a move here, the National Holy Academy will definitely find out. We don’t even want to think about what they might find out then.”
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Dong felt relieved and looked at Ye Ru again, ready to see what Ye Ru wanted to do.
However, although Zhang Dong and Zhang Zhi did not make a move, the Star Ape King kept his eyes on Ye Ru and secretly activated his demonic power. Although Zhang Dong and the others had concerns, he had no concerns at all.
Moreover, Ye Ru had taught him a great deal, and he could not stand idly by, both morally and logically.
On the rest platform, Kong Ling's mouth was agape, and her face turned pale. Yan Jin's reserved strength was truly terrifying. Even though he and Ye Ru were both injured, there were still two Ghost Scholars standing by to support them.
A moment later, all eyes turned back to the arena, their faces filled with trepidation. Compared to before, Yan Jin's current strength made them feel like they were getting to know him all over again.
Countless sword energies, like a torrential rain, filled the air, growing larger and larger in Ye Ru's pupils until they were almost upon him.
The circular magic array formed by Netherfire in front of Ye Ru suddenly emitted light, and finally shot out countless streams of Netherfire.
The two attacks collided instantly, and a powerful burst of energy swept outwards, causing the floor tiles to fly off the ground.
Ye Ru suddenly closed his wings, protecting himself inside, but in the blink of an eye, he and Yan Jin were swallowed up by the burst of talent energy.