latelenovela Chapter 328 Fierce Battle
Chapter 328 Fierce Battle
Chapter 328 Fierce Battle
Within the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, a tense atmosphere began to spread outwards, causing the air pressure to become extremely low.
"The number one madman of Yanhuang Kingdom, you truly live up to your reputation. But are you sure you can be my match?"
At this moment, Mo Qingshui lightly touched the ground with his foot and landed on a rock. He looked at Ye Ru and his cold shout echoed in the area:
"If you don't want to be labeled as a piece of trash, then try me. If you beat me, I think I'll take you to see Han Fengxian."
As Mo Qingshui finished speaking, the surrounding people were in an uproar, and all eyes turned to Ye Ru. To their surprise, the other party was Ye Ru, who had risen to fame in Yanhuang Kingdom and whose reputation was widely known.
"I never expected him to be Ye Ru. His name is truly legendary. But can a mere student compare to someone who is about to become a Jinshi and is also one of the Four Masters of the Mohist School?"
"It's incomparable. Not to mention the chivalrous power of the Mohists, their mechanical skills are unparalleled. I'm afraid the outcome of the battle will be decided in less than ten minutes."
Ye Ru looked at the arrogant Mo Qingshui, and his expression gradually turned cold. The other party's rude words aroused his anger.
"Little brother..."
Tiandi Qiling tugged at Ye Ru's sleeve and said with some concern.
Clearly, Mo Qingshui made her feel an extraordinary sense of oppression.
"Very well, since your Jin state is courting death, then I will give you a quick death. What Confucius said is not without reason: repay kindness with kindness, and repay evil with evil."
Ye Ru smiled slightly. Although he had no grudges against Mo Qingshui, the latter was on Han Fengxian's side and was probably acting on Han Fengxian's orders. If he continued to hold the idea that "a small act of impatience will ruin a big plan," he would probably be looked down upon by Han Fengxian.
In fact, what the other party said was not wrong. In recent years, due to the machinations of the Left Prime Minister, they have lost most of their territory, causing many scholars to defect from the country and become a laughing stock for other countries. Today, with the emergence of Mo Qingshui, it can save him a lot of trouble.
That is, to show our strength and make them dare not bully the scholars of Yanhuang Kingdom anymore!
Mo Qingshui's strength has reached the level of a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination) and is just a step away from becoming a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the metropolitan civil service examination). He is also skilled in poetry, one of the four great skills of the Mo family. He is much stronger than Zhuang Xian, Qi Ling, and others. However, Ye Ru is not a pushover. He will let these people know that their Jin Kingdom is not a powerful country, and the Yanhuang Kingdom is not a country to be slaughtered at will!
Many people turned their gazes toward the two of them, their faces filled with intense desire.
In this battle between established powerhouses and rising dark horses, who will emerge victorious?
"Isn't that your cousin, Mo Xun?"
In the crowd, Zhuang Xian saw Mo Qingshui and said something meaningful.
'Cousin…hmph, he's just lucky to be a candidate for the leader of the Mohist school. If given time, I could definitely do it too.'
Mo Xun looked at Mo Qingshui, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes. He then clenched his fists and said.
"Alas, people like us will never be valued in aristocratic families unless these candidates are eliminated. Otherwise, we will never be able to rise again."
Zhuang Xian sighed, his face showing a hint of dejection and a murderous aura.
"I didn't expect Brother Mo to actually make a move. However, Ye Ru is quite courageous to actually dare to fight Brother Mo."
Han Lu's lips curled into a mocking smile as he spoke, seemingly forgetting Ye Ru's unwavering vow made in the ruins that day.
"I wonder if Ye Ru has made any progress in his studies these days. I just hope he won't disappoint me. I do hope that what he said that day can come true, such as defeating me."
Han Fengxian's smile carried a hint of coldness.
These words surprised Han Lu. He never expected that Han Fengxian, who was always arrogant, would give Ye Ru such a evaluation.
"However, he is still a student at the time. His reputation is too great, but in the end he is just a paper tiger."
Han Lu shook his head and said slowly.
"It's not unheard of for a weaker enemy to defeat a stronger one, or for a smaller force to defeat a larger one. Back then, Xiang Yu burned his boats and Cao Cao won the Battle of Guandu, both of which were victories against overwhelming odds. The reason I sent Mo Qingshui to test Ye Ru was simply to see how strong Ye Ru really was."
Han Fengxian pondered for a moment, looking at the restless Ye Ru, and thought of the other party he had humiliated at the ruins.
There, a boy used all his strength to shout out words that even he himself found terrifying.
"Alright, then prove to me whether you truly deserve this literary reputation."
Mo Qingshui held a calligraphy brush in his hand, his talent flowing out slowly from his body like a storm. The powerful fluctuations of his talent made Ye Ru feel a sense of unease.
"bring it on!"
The next moment, Mo Qingshui stomped her foot, and instantly, her figure moved like lightning, bringing with it a series of strong winds, and slammed towards Ye Ru.
"Last night I heard the sound of wind and rain..."
As the poem was completed in three breaths, a humid atmosphere suddenly condensed towards this place, eventually transforming into countless raindrops.
These raindrops, mingling with the talent, seemed to come alive, like meteorites, suddenly crashing down on Ye Ru.
A sharp, piercing sound of wind breaking also spread here, even penetrating the giant rock.
Clearly, Mo Qingshui's first move was a truly lethal one.
As he gazed at the powerful attack, Ye Ru's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, a protective landscape painting appeared in his palm. The painting then suddenly unfurled, transforming into a defensive shield that enveloped Ye Ru completely.
The next moment, a white feather fan appeared in Ye Ru's hand. With a fierce wave of the fan, countless wind blades appeared directly from it.
With a single blast, the wind blade erupted with a dense white light, its powerful energy rippling outwards, making the air seem as if it had been sliced apart.
Boom boom boom!
After the wind blade collided with the raindrops formed from the condensed verses of poetry, it suddenly erupted, and a powerful ripple of talent spread outwards, eventually turning into a hurricane that caused many people's robes to be blown away.
Smoke billowed out, and Ye Ru and Mo Qingshui both took two steps back. The latter looked at the billowing dust with a more solemn expression in his eyes.
The previous attack was based on his scholar's poems, but unexpectedly, Ye Ru was actually able to withstand it.
boom!
Amidst the smoke and dust, a deep, muffled sound resounded, and a chilling aura continuously gathered towards them. This chilling aura caused Mo Qingshui's expression to change slightly.
"Are these ghost soldiers?"