Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 529: Composing another battle poem!

Chapter 529 Composing another battle poem!

In the arena, everyone was somewhat distracted because Ye Ru was at a disadvantage, and some people also felt uneasy after seeing the killing intent emanating from Bei Ming.

"boom!"

At this moment, Bei Ming struck Ye Ru with a palm, and in an instant, Ye Ru spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward again.

Feeling the intense pain emanating from his body, Ye Ru retreated rapidly, his face filled with coldness.

"You still won't admit defeat? You're quite tenacious."

Seeing this scene, Bei Ming's face was grim, but deep in his eyes, a look of solemnity emerged.

Because an ordinary scholar would probably have died long ago if he had been beaten like that, who would have thought that the other party would be so resilient.

"From now on, there's no point in playing anymore; let's just kill you as soon as possible."

Taking a deep breath, Bei Ming's killing intent grew even stronger. He then took a step forward, his foot pointing directly at Ye Ru.

Seeing this, Ye Ru's face darkened, but then he pointed with one hand:

"The Simu Rong Ding!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four golden characters transformed into four attacks, and this power made the sky become somewhat violent.

Bei Ming snorted coldly:

"It's just the power of bronze inscriptions. Do you think I don't have that?"

"war!"

Bei Ming also pointed with one hand, and the two characters "Beacon Fire" transformed into two beams of light that surged out from between his eyebrows.

The two characters "烽火" (beacon fire) formed a flame, blocking Bei Ming's path, seemingly trying to shield him from this attack.

The four attacks formed by the Simu Rong Cauldron spread like a tide, causing many people's expressions to change slightly.

Because these four golden script powers are much stronger than the golden script powers that Ye Ru released before.

At this moment, the bronze inscription was formed by Ye Ru adding the power of the Holy Path, possessing power comparable to an oracle bone script character.

This scene deeply moved many people.

Because they knew that if it were them, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand even a single word.

"This person is quite remarkable. He was able to fuse the power of the Holy Path into the power of the Golden Script. This is the first time I have ever seen such a thing in my life."

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, the black-robed man hidden in the shadows spoke slowly.

"Yes, even I wouldn't be able to tell the difference if I didn't look closely."

After a moment of contemplation, another man in black robes spoke slowly.

With countless eyes fixed on Ye Ru, Bei Ming seemed to sense some danger. He looked at Ye Ru in the distance with a solemn expression.

"I really underestimated you. You actually managed to add the power of the Holy Path to Jinwen and use it to increase his strength."

Bei Ming said coldly, somewhat shocked, not expecting the other party to possess the power of the Holy Path.

Ye Ru wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stared at Bei Ming, a smile appearing on his face:

"That's not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four attacks suddenly rushed towards Bei Ming, and along their path, a strong aura of talent swept outwards.

Seeing the four attacks hurtling towards him, Bei Ming's expression changed. Then, the fire curtain formed by the beacon fire surrounded him, seemingly to resist the power of the four golden characters.

Ye Ru wasn't idle either. The Three Perfections Writing Brush appeared in his hand, and he immediately began to write:

"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings of music resound beyond the border. Autumn review of troops on the battlefield."

As the poem was slowly written, Ye Ru's expression turned solemn. This poem was Xin Qiji's "To the Tune of 'Breaking the Enemy's Formation': A Heroic Poem for Chen Tongfu".

Their strength is exceptionally powerful.

Ye Ru, on the other hand, was preparing to write this poem to attack Bei Ming!

Because no matter what trump cards he used, they still did no harm to Bei Ming. Therefore, he could only break through the opponent's defense by writing powerful verses!

After completing the first half of the poem, a great storm arose around Ye Ru, and streams of talent flowed through his body like streams of light.

This scene left everyone present wide-eyed in disbelief, for they had never imagined that Ye Ru could write such powerful verses.

"Damn it, this kid actually possesses such powerful self-composed poems! I have to defeat these attacks and then kill him!"

Bei Ming naturally sensed this powerful force, and his expression immediately changed. He then looked into the distance, and the killing intent in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He knew that once the other party finished the poem, he would probably be defeated!

"roll!"

Seeing the attacks from all around him land on him, Bei Ming's eyes turned cold, and he roared angrily, causing the four golden runes of power to be severely injured.

Although the power of the Golden Inscription was defeated, Bei Ming also suffered some injuries.

After all, the power of the Holy Path is not to be trifled with.

The injured Bei Ming's face twisted in pain, and at the same time, his talent surged even more violently.

"Bei Ming is injured!"

"Yes, it's truly unexpected that the top scholar would be injured."

"This is the first time Ye Ru has injured Bei Ming, so it's not a big deal. If Ye Ru can defeat Bei Ming, that would be truly remarkable."

Many people commented, some with disdain on their faces.

"I will not let you finish writing this poem!"

"The Hand of Great Compassion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bei Ming's talent reached an extremely high level, and he immediately unleashed a palm strike.

As he unleashed his palm strike, the entire world seemed to darken considerably. Then, a golden light shot out from his sleeve, swelling in the wind to transform into a giant handprint.

Talent surged on the handprint, and countless patterns were engraved around it.

"My horse gallops swiftly like the wind, my bowstring twangs like thunder. I've accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, winning fame both before and after my death. Alas, my hair has turned white!"

Gazing into the enormous handprint, Ye Ru took a deep breath, and with a single stroke, his writing inspiration surged forth. Finally, his palm transformed into afterimages, and he wrote out the last character.

boom!

As the last word fell, Ye Ru abruptly raised his head, his eyes icy as he stared at Bei Ming in the distance, then shouted sharply:

"rise!"

The aura of talent surrounding the Xuan paper swirled like a vortex, constantly sweeping towards Ye Ru's center, and an extremely terrifying energy spread outwards.

"This poem is so powerful."

Gao Feng looked at Ye Ru, who resembled a god of war in the sky, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

'Yes, I really didn't know Ye Ru's talent was so high, he's so powerful.'

Nodding, Chen Ping also looked at the powerful force formed by the verses with a look of astonishment.

"Hmph, I'll see if your poem is really as good as it sounds!"

At this moment, a murderous aura surged in Bei Ming's heart, and he shouted sharply.