Chapter 427: Ci Song Defends the Ring and Defeats the Scholar with One Punch

"You really don't want to enter the Great Zhou Secret Realm anymore?" Yingtian confirmed again.

"Absolutely true."

Ci Song nodded. There was nothing in the secret territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty that could make Ci Song's heart move. The jade seal that all seven kingdoms wanted to obtain was lying quietly in his jade pendant. When he entered the Dragon Tomb of the Great Zhou Dynasty again, he was pure It's a waste of time, and he has the jade slip given to him by the master in his hand. If he really wants to enter the Dragon Tomb, he only needs to pay attention to the time of the Great Zhou Secret Realm.

Yingtian was silent for a moment, seeming to be weighing the pros and cons. After a while, he finally said: "Okay, I promise you. If you can get the qualification to enter the Dragon Tomb, I will let you return to Zhongzhou City, no more Forcing you to enter the Great Zhou Secret Realm.”

"Thank you, Your Highness," Ci Song said with cupped hands.

"However, you still have to do your best to compete for that qualification, because it is not only related to your future, but also to the face of our leader." Yingtian said seriously.

"Ci Song understands." Ci Song nodded and responded.

After the two chatted some more details about the competition, Yingtian left the camp.

In the afternoon, the literati from the Seven Kingdoms also entered the city of the King of Zhou. The huge mechanical dragon of the Mo family had disappeared, replaced by the small dragon that the soldiers saw that day, while the fifteen people of the Mo family still stood guard. In front of the gate of the Great Zhou Royal City, they would warn any literati who entered the royal city to prevent them from harming the civilians in the Great Zhou Royal City.

When Ci Song and others arrived at the gate of the Great Zhou King's City, Mo Lin came directly to Ci Song, put their arms around him, and started talking: "Junior Brother Ci, I heard that there is a competition among the Seven Kingdoms today? I Can you go over and play?”

"Mo Lin, we still have responsibilities now." Mo Yi reminded from the side.

"Oh, Mo Yi, don't be so rigid. I'm just going to join in the fun, and I won't delay the business."

Mo Lin turned to look at Mo Yi and said, "Aren't you here? I'll leave this matter to you, I can rest assured."

"Senior Brother Mo Lin, if you are willing, you can of course come and watch the fight together, but I think the First Master Palace will not let the Mo family participate in this fight."

"No problem, no problem, we'll just watch from the sidelines and won't disturb you." Mo Lin assured, patting his chest.

So, Mo Yi followed Ci Song and others into the Royal City of Zhou Dynasty.

The venue for the competition was the martial arts arena in the Royal City of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This was originally the place where the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty reviewed his troops, but now it is used as a competition venue for the younger generation of the Seven Kingdoms.

When Ci Song and others came to the martial arts arena, many people had gathered here, and they were all literati and royal representatives of the seven kingdoms.

A huge arena was set up in the center of the martial arts arena, surrounded by circles of stands, and the stands were already full of people.

After Ci Song and others found a place to sit down, they began to wait for the competition to begin.

After a while, the royal representatives from the seven countries stepped onto the ring one after another and began to discuss the rules and details of the competition.

After some deliberations, the rules were finally finalized.

The competition is conducted on a one-on-one basis, with each country sending a representative to the stage to compete. The winner remains on the stage, while the loser is eliminated. The last country left in the ring is the winner of this competition.

Moreover, this competition is not limited to means. As long as you can knock your opponent off the ring, you will be considered a winner. The simpler and rougher the rules, the more bloody and intense the competition will be.

At this moment, no one dares to be the first to take the stage. After all, the rule of victory is to stay on the stage. Everyone wants to preserve their strength so that they can stand at the end.

"Since no one wants to go on stage, let me do it."

Ci Song gently raised his feet and stepped forward, and his figure instantly appeared on the high platform.

"If you ask me, this rule is still a bit unreasonable. Everyone comes here to show their strength. This rule has wiped out everyone's enthusiasm." Ci Song looked at the people below and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of whispers.

"Who is this guy? How dare you speak nonsense here? Question the royal family's decision?"

"I don't know, but judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be a nobody."

"There are indeed some problems with this rule, but after all, it is a temporary competition, and there is no better way."

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Although Ci Song's words aroused a lot of discussion, most people still chose to remain silent. After all, this is a rule negotiated by the seven countries, and it is not easy to change it.

"Stop nagging, those who want to fight should line up and come one by one." Ci Song looked at the people below and said impatiently.

"Hmph, you ignorant boy, let me teach you a lesson!"

At this moment, a burly young man stood out from the crowd. He was wearing a black armor and holding a huge battle ax. He looked extremely powerful.

He strode onto the ring, his eyes fixed on Ci Song, with fighting intent flashing in his eyes.

"I am in the Jianghe State of Zhao. Please tell me your origins. My battle ax will not kill the unknown people."

Ci Song looked at the river in front of him, smiled faintly, and said: "Weak people do not have the right to know my name.

"Boy, do you know that there is a price to pay for arrogance! Look at the axe!"

Jiang He roared, as if he wanted to gather all the power between heaven and earth to the battle axe in his hand. His muscles were tense, like a hard stone, full of strength and determination. The battle axe in his hand drew a sharp arc in the air, like a silver meteor streaking through the sky, with the sound of whistling wind, and chopped towards Ci Song with great momentum.

Ci Song seemed to have expected it. He moved his body and performed the He Guang Tong Chen footwork, easily dodging Jiang He's fatal blow.

Before Jiang He's old strength was gone and new strength was born, Ci Song suddenly raised his right fist, like a tiger ready to go, and punched Jiang He's chest.

Jiang He's eyes flashed with panic. He didn't expect Ci Song's footwork to be so strange. His full-strength axe would actually swing in the air. He had no time to react and could only watch Ci Song's fist hit his chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Jiang He's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily under the ring.

"Hiss--!"

Seeing this scene, the people below couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

They didn't expect that this thin-looking young man actually had such a strong strength.

Although Jiang He was a Juren, he was also a mainstay among the young literati in this line. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even take a single move from Ci Song.

Jiang He had fainted under the ring at this moment, but Ci Song was like stepping on an ant, with no change in his expression.

"Next!"

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