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

"Ci Song, you are too arrogant!"

A martial arts student couldn't help but shouted angrily, his eyes flashing with anger, as if he wanted to eat Ci Song alive.

"Arrogant? If I weren't arrogant, how would you know what the sky is and the earth is?"

Ci Song sneered, and his eyes swept over the thirty martial arts students, as if looking at a swarm of ants.

"Come on together, don't waste my time."

Ci Song's voice was cold and domineering, as if he was saying something trivial.

When the thirty martial arts students heard this, they became furious. As elite students from the Korean Martial Arts Academy, when had they ever experienced such humiliation? However, they also knew that Ci Song was powerful and not something they could easily deal with.

"superior!"

Following the order, thirty-one martial arts students rushed to the ring at the same time. Their speed was extremely fast, as if lightning streaked across the sky.

However, just as they were about to rush to the ring, a sword light suddenly fell from the sky and struck directly on a martial arts student at the front.

"Pfft!"

The martial arts student didn't even have a chance to react before he was split in half by the sword light. Blood splattered everywhere and his body fell to the ground.

"careful!"

When the other martial arts students saw this, they all screamed in surprise. They did not expect that Ci Song would take action so decisively.

However, this is just the beginning. Ci Song's body moved and disappeared. The next moment, he appeared behind a martial arts student. He swung his sword and cut off the man's head. Then, he appeared next to another martial arts student and pierced that man's heart with his sword.

His speed is extremely fast, and his swordsmanship is extremely sharp. Every sword hit the enemy's vital point accurately.

In just a few breaths, several martial arts students fell into a pool of blood.

"How can this be?!"

Shang Wuqing, Han Shi and others in the audience looked at the scene in the ring with shock on their faces. They didn't expect Ci Song's strength to be so strong, that one person could defeat so many martial arts students so easily. However, something even more shocking is yet to come.

"Be careful, his movements are too weird, we..."

Before a martial arts student could finish his words, his body was pierced by a sword light, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

At this moment, the remaining martial arts students finally felt fear. They originally thought that they could suppress Ci Song with the strength of their numbers, but now they realized how ridiculous their ideas were.

Ci Song's movement skills were weird and unpredictable, and his sword skills were even more powerful. They couldn't get close at all. Whenever they tried to gather strength to launch an attack, Ci Song could always accurately find their flaw and defeat them with one sword, but they could not even identify Ci Song's figure.

In just a few moments, several more people fell on the ring.

"Get together and put your backs together to avoid being attacked by Ci Song." A martial arts student with a Jinshi level shouted to the others,

There was a hint of panic in his voice, but more of a firmness and determination. He knew that now they could only unite to fight against the powerful enemy Ci Song.

Hearing this, the other martial arts students nodded. They quickly moved closer together, forming a circular formation, and put their backs on each other to guard against Ci Song's sneak attack.

However, Ci Song did not launch the attack as they imagined. He stood there and looked at them quietly.

"We're all together, right? Okay, then it's time for me to take action."

When the remaining dozen martial arts students gathered together, Ci Song's voice reached the ears of everyone present:

“Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.”

"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame."

After Ci Song's words fell, Ci Song's figure suddenly disappeared from the place, leaving only a faint afterimage.

"not good!"

The martial arts student with the Jinshi level suddenly felt his heart tightening, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the shadow of death approaching quietly. He wanted to shout, to alert the others, but it was too late.

At this moment, a dazzling sword light flew out, sharp and swift. Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be split into two, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.

"Pfft!"

"ah!"

Wherever the sword light reaches, no one can be spared.

Blood, like a cut red rose, instantly bloomed in the air and dyed the arena red. The bright colors formed a sharp contrast with the white arena floor, as if a bloody picture unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The dozens of martial arts students gathered together were unable to withstand the power of the sword. Their bodies were split open by the sword light, and blood and pieces of flesh splattered everywhere. The scene was horrific.

One sword, just one sword, took care of everyone else.

On the ring, Ci Song was the only one standing there. There was no trace of blood on his body, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him.

"This...how is this possible!"

In the audience, everyone looked at Ci Song on the stage with expressions of disbelief on their faces. They couldn't believe that Ci Song defeated all the martial arts students with his own strength.

It was like a dream, unbelievable.

"Junior Brother Ci's strength is actually so strong. It's broken. Now I doubt that Junior Brother Ci can really kill me."

Mo Lin looked at Ci Song on the ring, his eyes flashing with shock.

He originally thought that Ci Song's strength had at least reached the top Jinshi, that is, the fighting power of a three-punch Jinshi, but it was not enough to threaten the Hanlin.

But now it seems that he misjudged Ci Song's strength. If he fought with Ci Song, the outcome might be uncertain. At least, he was not sure that he could directly take the sword that Ci Song just slashed.

"Is this Ci Song's strength? When he fought with me before, he actually held back?"

Ying Tian was also shocked by Ci Song's sword. Although he had seen Ci Song kill nearly a hundred scholars in the Wei Mansion in Cuiyuan Tower, including twenty Jinshi and seventy Juren, such a shocking record was far less shocking than the sword that Ci Song brought to him today.

Most of the nearly one hundred scholars in the Wei Mansion were in their sixties or seventies, and they had only reached the level of Juren or Jinshi before the blessing of the Mirage Dragon. Their fighting power was far inferior to that of anyone present. To put it bluntly, they were just a mob. If it were Ying Tian himself, he would have the confidence to easily kill them without getting hurt.

But the students of the Wu Academy were different. They were all students sent by the real academy. Even if they were not from the most powerful Han Sheng Academy in Korea, their talents and strengths were far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

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