Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

After a simple greeting, Kong Ping bowed to Ci Song and then walked off the stage.

"I wonder if there is any other brother who wants to go on stage to fight with Ci Song."

Ci Song looked at the people in the audience, and his voice echoed over the square. However, the crowd in the audience fell into silence, and no one dared to respond.

Kong Ping's strength was strong enough. With the cultivation of a Jinshi and holding the calligraphy of Confucius, he was aggressive at the beginning and completely suppressed Ci Song, but the moment Ci Song took out the sword, the situation quickly reversed. Ci Song defeated Kong Ping with only two moves. Such strength shocked most of the people present. They knew that going on stage would only bring humiliation to themselves and could not pose any threat to Ci Song.

"Junior Brother Ci's progress is really too shocking. It's only been a few years since we last met, and he has grown to such a level. It's really amazing."

Mo Lin leaned on his seat, sighing, "If all of us hadn't broken through the Hanlin, I'm afraid we wouldn't be the opponent of this junior brother. Yansheng Academy has Bai Ye in front and Ci Song in the back. Yansheng Academy is really blessed."

After half a minute, no one came on stage to challenge Ci Song, and the atmosphere in the square became a little awkward.

Seeing this, Ci Song gave Ying Tian a look. Ying Tian understood and said, "Since no one came on stage, then today's literary battle is considered to be Ci Song's victory. The qualification of the Great Zhou Dragon Tomb belongs to my Daliang State."

After Ying Tian's voice fell, a whisper sounded among the crowd in the square.

Although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they also knew that going on stage would be humiliating themselves. The strength shown by Ci Song was too powerful, and no one among them could compete with him.

"Wait!"

Just when Yingtian was about to announce the result, a majestic voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the square.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that a purple-clothed figure suddenly stood up in the Korean camp, "I am a student of the Korean Martial Arts Academy, Yang Wumu, and I am willing to learn from Ci Song's high skills."

"Yang Wumu, sit down, you are just a Juren, how can you be Ci Song's opponent, are you crazy?" Another voice scolded.

"Shang Wuqing, this is my martial arts academy's business. Although you are the leader of the young literati on this trip, you can't order the people of my martial arts academy."

After saying that, Yang Wumu jumped up and landed on the ring, facing Ci Song from a distance. He was wearing a purple robe, tall, and had a cold face, giving people a sense of majesty without anger.

"Korean Martial Arts Academy? And the surname is Yang, who are you, Yang Wude?"

Ci Song looked at Yang Wumu and asked curiously.

"Ci Song, I'll give you a chance to walk off the stage by yourself, otherwise, you will die on this stage today." Yang Wumu's voice was cold and firm, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Ci Song raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to say such a cruel word right away, "Oh? Die on this stage? I'm curious, why do you, a scholar, say that?"

"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't want it yourself."

After Yang Wude said this coldly, Yang Wumu's figure suddenly moved.

His speed was extremely fast, like a purple streamer across the sky, heading straight for Ci Song.

But in Ci Song's eyes, this speed was no different from a tortoise's speed. He flashed and easily avoided Yang Wumu's attack. At the same time, a sharp sword light passed through the air and went straight to Yang Wumu's throat.

Just when Ci Song thought Yang Wumu would dodge, he saw him rushing towards Ci Song's sword light. There was no fear or panic on his face, but instead it was full of determination and madness.

This scene made Ci Song a little stunned. He didn't expect the other party to do such a thing, but he would not put away his sword and show mercy. Since Yang Wumu took the initiative to ask for death, he would send him off.

"Swish."

Yang Wumu's left arm was cut off by the sword light, and the blood instantly dyed his purple robe red, but Yang Wumu didn't seem to feel any pain. In his eyes, there was only Ci Song and the long sword that exuded a sharp breath.

Yang Wumu's face was as pale as paper, but his expression was extremely firm.

"Puchi."

The next second, Yang Wumu's body was pierced by the sword of light, and the whole person was hung on the tip of the sword. The blood slowly dripped along the sword body, dyeing the ring red.

Silence, deathly silence.

The whole square fell into silence, and everyone stared at this scene in amazement. They couldn't believe their eyes, because Yang Wumu took the initiative to meet the long sword in Ci Song's hand and let the sword body pierce his body.

"Is this... Is Yang Wumu crazy? Why would he take the initiative to rush towards Ci Song's sword?"

The crowd in the audience was puzzled by Yang Wumu's behavior, only the Korean literati were full of solemnity.

But in the next moment, Yang Wumu raised his only remaining right arm, tightly grasped the Hanguang sword, stared at Ci Song, and a crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth that was constantly bleeding, "Ci Song, I gave you a chance."

Just when everyone was puzzled, the surrounding talent began to flow into Yang Wumu's body, and his whole body began to swell.

"He wants to self-destruct!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, the voice was full of fear and disbelief. Self-destruction is an extreme means. Only when there is no other way out, the literati will choose this way to die with the enemy.

However, self-destruction requires great courage and determination, because it is an extremely painful process, and one needs to endure the fierce backlash from the talent of heaven and earth. Every bit of talent is like a sharp needle, eroding the body and soul of the literati.

Yang Wumu looked at Ci Song with a shocked face and said, "Ci Song, everything has just begun." "Boom!"

A loud noise shook the entire square.

Yang Wumu's body suddenly exploded, and his talent overflowed, forming a powerful shock wave that spread in all directions. Wherever he passed, the ground cracked, gravel splashed, and dust flew.

"Are all the people in the Korean Martial Arts Academy crazy?" Ying Tian released his talent and gathered it in front of him to resist the aftermath of the self-destruction and avoid being affected.

The people in the audience looked at the arena covered in dust and smoke, and they were all shocked.

They thought that Yang Wumu came on stage just to humiliate himself, but they didn't expect that he would choose such an extreme way as self-destruction to try to die with Ci Song.

"Will that kid die on the stage?"

"It's very likely. It's not an ordinary person to be a student of the martial arts academy. The power of his self-explosion is no less than the full-strength attack of the top Hanlin."

"There was a rumor before that when Ci Song traveled to the capital of South Korea, he killed the dean of the martial arts academy and had a grudge with him. The martial arts academy students treated Ci Song like this today. I'm afraid the rumor is true."

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