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

On the morning of the second day, Ci Song came to the martial arts arena in the academy early. Unlike the few people who fought with Zhong Chang yesterday, there were hundreds of students here today.

He received a message from Mr. Yi last night, telling him that today was the day for students in the academy to exchange ideas. All students could challenge on stage, regardless of the number of people or cultivation level. As long as both parties agreed, they could compete on stage. Today was also a good opportunity for the disciples in the academy to get to know each other and become familiar with each other's strength.

And Ci Song's "teaching task" was to serve as the referee of today's exchange, responsible for mediating the conflicts between the two parties during the exchange, and also to ensure the safety of both parties when necessary.

"Ci Song, I thought you were going to give a lecture, but you came to be a referee after all this time?"

Zhuang Diemeng, who was sitting in the spectator seat and feeling at ease, sent a message to Ci Song.

"Being a referee is good. If I really go to teach, I'm afraid I will really mislead the students." Ci Song, who was standing under the martial arts arena, replied.

At this time, Mr. Yi appeared on the martial arts stage.

"All students, today is the annual martial arts competition day of our academy. The rules are the same as before. Those who have grudges on weekdays can settle it now. I will not repeat it too much. Do not hurt anyone's life. If there are any violations, they will be severely punished."

Mr. Yi stood on the martial arts stage, looking at the hundreds of students below, and said loudly.

"Mr. Yi, what is this competition for?" Ci Song had never been in the academy, so he sent a message to Mr. Yi on the high platform.

"In short, it is a means for the students of the academy to resolve conflicts. In the academy, private fights are not allowed, and fighting is not allowed because of personal grudges. But if there is a conflict between the two sides, they can go on stage today to compete. Of course, competition is competition, and if someone dares to kill, the academy will never tolerate it."

Mr. Yi explained to Ci Song.

"Understood."

Ci Song nodded. The academy was really thoughtful. This way, it can indeed reduce the conflicts between the disciples in the academy, and also provide them with a platform to resolve their grievances. Moreover, this time, Mr. Yi did not emphasize "stop at a certain point" as usual, but said "no harm to anyone's life", which is enough to show that this fight can be ruthless.

"But isn't there a private fight venue in the academy?" Ci Song asked Mr. Yi.

"Those are used to resolve minor fights between students in the Tongsheng realm. Their fights are just children playing house."

Mr. Yi replied, and then said loudly to everyone present: "Now, the competition begins. Those who want to compete on stage can go on stage."

As soon as the voice fell, two people walked out of the crowd and jumped directly onto the martial arts stage. The two looked at each other and then bowed at the same time.

Mr. Yi walked down the platform and said to Ci Song, "You are the referee and need to maintain order. If someone is going to kill you, you need to stop them in time."

"Yes, Mr. Yi."

Ci Song bowed and saluted. Mr. Yi nodded, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, and then appeared in the spectator seats not far from the martial arts stage.

On the martial arts stage, the two looked at each other, and then one of them took the lead, with the talent surging in his palm, and then suddenly blasted towards the other.

The other person saw this and was not at all outdone. He also urged his talent and went up to meet him.

As if they had agreed, the two chose close combat, without using any weapons, and punched to the flesh. Every attack was aimed at the vital point, but every time it was cleverly resolved by the other party. It can be seen that the two know each other very well, know where the other's weaknesses are, but also know how the other party will respond to their attacks.

But it is obvious that the difference in strength between the two is not big, at least on the surface, they are evenly matched. The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, but still no one was the winner. After a while, several scars appeared on their bodies, but they seemed not to feel it and continued to fight.

But at this moment, one of them suddenly made a feint, and then slapped the other's shoulder. This palm seemed to be understated, but in fact, it contained extremely strong power. The man who was hit on the shoulder trembled violently, and then flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"I lost, I apologize to you, I did something wrong before."

The man on the ground patted the dust on his shoulders, then stood up, and said to the man who won him.

"Thank you, after this battle, we are still friends."

The man who won the competition also saluted the other party, and then turned and walked down the martial arts stage.

"Is it over?"

Ci Song was also stunned. He thought the two would fight until their heads were broken and bloody, but he didn't expect that the two would end the competition after only dozens of rounds. Moreover, the winner did not kill the other party. Instead, he took the initiative to walk down the martial arts stage after the other party admitted defeat. This was too different from what he had imagined before. After all, Mr. Yi did not say "stop when the time is right" this time.

However, Ci Song overlooked one thing. After all, the people fighting were all students in the academy. Although they had some conflicts on weekdays, they were all trivial matters. Moreover, the education in the academy was based on harmony. The grievances between them would basically be resolved today. Moreover, the students in the academy knew the limits and knew what to do and what not to do.

After all, the people he had the most contact with were scholars from the secular world. When they fought each other, they all fought to the death, and they didn't care about "measure" when fighting, so Ci Song misjudged the students in the academy.

The following competitions were also in full swing, but without exception, everyone stopped at a certain point and didn't fight to the death. Of course, there were exceptions, that is, when the gap between the two sides was too large, the weak would often be seriously injured or even lose their lives, but every time this happened, Ci Song would take action in time to stop it. After all, if someone really died, the academy couldn't afford it.

However, this also made Ci Song feel a little bored. After all, the two sides fighting were basically at the level of scholars, and most of them couldn't even use their talents skillfully. Such a competition was nothing to watch.

"Can we have something exciting? I want to see the kind of fight to the death."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the martial arts stage.

"Everyone, the next competition is a little special. I took the initiative to request it, and it has been agreed by the teachers of the academy. Moreover, this competition has no rules and no restrictions, and it will end until one party dies."

The figure stood on the martial arts stage, looked around, and said loudly.

Hearing this, Ci Song under the martial arts stage was stunned, "No, I was just talking nonsense, Ah Zhen, are you serious?"

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