Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 503 Pressure



Chapter 503 Pressure

Chapter 503 Pressure

The Nether Tiger, formed from melted flames, suddenly appeared at this moment, and finally met Ye Ru's torrential light head-on.

The two collided briefly before exploding, and a powerful burst of energy swept outwards.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked, and then quietly waited for the light to dissipate to see how the two people were doing.

Because they could sense that the match was nearing its end, with Ye Ru and Yan Jin's strength increasing dramatically.

At the same time, an explosion rang out in the distance, and a dark figure was suddenly thrown out, then crashed heavily outside the arena. His expression was contorted, seemingly due to pain.

Countless people stared at the dark figure, momentarily stunned, for this person was none other than one of the eight who had fought alongside Ye Ru earlier.

"Oh no, one of our human scholars has been eliminated."

Seeing this scene, Xie Ming felt a sense of horror. After all, every time a human was lost, his heart sank a little deeper.

He hadn't expected that Ghost Scholar, despite his mediocre performance in the first six rounds, would be so formidable in this round.

It wasn't just Xie Ming and his group who discovered this scholar; everyone else was also shocked for a moment when they saw him leave. Then they took a deep breath, their faces becoming even more solemn.

"It's bad."

After Kong Ling dodged all of Yan Feng's attacks, she looked at him with a solemn expression. Glancing at other places out of the corner of her eye, she took a deep breath when she realized that Yan Feng was already at his last gasp.

Don't get distracted!

As Kong Ling's mind wandered, a sharp shout suddenly rang out behind him, followed by a black halberd that whistled through the air and stabbed fiercely towards Kong Ling. This sight startled him, and he hurriedly took out his Spring and Autumn Brush to block it.

However, Yan Feng's attack was too fierce. When Kong Ling blocked his attack, Yan Feng kicked him directly in the chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away, leaving a mark on the ground.

This scene once again made the onlookers anxious.

The human race has already eliminated a scholar, and even one of the strongest scholars has met such an end.

The outcome of this competition is truly a bit of a mystery.

The light gradually faded from where Ye Ru and Yan Jin were, revealing two figures who appeared somewhat disheveled.

However, Ye Ru was much better off, thanks to the blessing of the Sacred Ancient Tree.

In the instant he retreated, he took in the entire battle situation around him. The enemy still had twelve people left, while his side only had seven, and they were being suppressed. It would be very difficult to win this battle without paying a price.

"I must say, you are indeed very strong. Even as a scholar who has passed the imperial examination, I have suffered a loss at your hands."

Yan Jin took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and said slowly.

The opponent was too strange; his Netherfire had no effect on the opponent at all, and the opponent also had such a strong defense.

Ye Ru had nothing to say to Yan Jin's words. He simply looked at the situation around him. In such a short time, someone had already been defeated, which undoubtedly added tremendous pressure to him.

Once surrounded and attacked, even if one's talent is superior, one will likely perish here, and the reputation of the human race will suffer greatly because of this literary gathering.

"We need to find an opportunity to get rid of these people as soon as possible. If this drags on, it will be very disadvantageous for us as well."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Ru made up his mind that he would go all out from now on.

"From now on, I won't give you another chance."

Yan Jin's gaze was as cold as a blade. He then smiled at Ye Ru, clasped his hands together, and a powerful aura of talent swept outwards.

This talent was so powerful that everyone else gasped for breath, staring at Yan Jin in shock.

boom!

At this moment, Shi Tian and the three ghost scholars suddenly clashed, and both sides fell backward like kites with broken strings.

As the four fell, everyone gasped in surprise. After all, Shi Tian was one of the strongest in this battle, and his elimination obviously put more pressure on everyone.

However, what's gratifying is that after being eliminated, Shi Tian also managed to take down three members of the Ghost Scholar's camp, which can be considered an unexpected bonus.

"It's no use."

After getting up from the ground, Shi Tian coughed twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a bitter smile.

His gaze fell on Ye Ru, who was also looking at him. He then lowered his head and his lips moved slightly as he spoke:

"I've done everything I could to repay your kindness in educating me. Now, it's up to you all."

After saying that, Shi Tian limped away. Although he failed to win the competition, his Holy Dao power had become much smoother after being enlightened by the golden words.

This gain is far greater than winning the game.

"It seems that Shi Tian is quite intelligent. His words have enlightened me. If he can devote himself to studying the classics of the sages, he will probably achieve great things."

Xie Ming looked at Shi Tian, ​​who had a calm expression, and after a moment, sighed.

"Yes, Shi Tian is a rough gem, but if he can't be polished, he'll be no different from a stone."

Mr. Kong nodded, and then slowly said.

"The Shi family is extremely lucky to have produced Shi Tian. If they can seize this opportunity, the next newly emerging semi-saint family should be the Shi family."

Mr. Meng nodded in agreement.

"Ghost Scholar has eliminated another person, so now it's eight against six. Our chances of winning are still very high."

At this moment, Shi Tianze suddenly spoke while looking at the scene, which attracted everyone's attention. He then stopped speaking and continued to watch.

The fierce battle continued in the arena, and the fighting between Yan Jin and Ye Ru intensified.

"Now I'll show you my true strength. This is the strongest power the Demon Saint bestowed upon me!"

Seeing Ye Ru's solemn expression, Yan Jin's aura surged to its peak once again. He then clenched his fist, and a ball formed from flames suddenly appeared in front of him.

The moment this fireball appeared, the world seemed to lose its color.

Looking at the fireball, Ye Ru took a deep breath, his gaze gradually turning cold:

"Use whatever cards you have up your sleeve."


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