Chapter 432: The Anticlimactic Ending, the Strange Korean Prince
The originally surging flames on Han Shi's body seemed to be restrained by the Shuihan Sword and became much dimmer.
"This is..."
Han Shi felt the chill emanating from the Shui Han Sword and couldn't help but be shocked. He could feel that this sword was unusual, as if it contained some kind of powerful power, and the aura emitted by this sword seemed like something he had seen before.
Although he was confused, there was no hesitation in his movements. The long stick drew a fiery trajectory in the air and hit Ci Song hard.
In this blow, he used all his strength, and the entire arena seemed to tremble under the force.
Ci Song looked at Han Shi's rushing figure, a coldness flashed in his eyes. He held the Shui Han Sword tightly and moved forward to meet him.
The Shuihan sword and the long stick collided again, but this time, no dazzling sparks broke out. On the contrary, an icy chill emanated from the Shui Han Sword, instantly extinguishing the flames on the long stick.
"What?!"
Han Shi felt the chill coming from the long stick and was shocked. He didn't expect that this sword could restrain his flaming staff.
He did not panic because of this, but responded to Ci Song's attack more calmly.
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone..."
"Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and every trace of human beings has been wiped out..."
"The hall is full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and the light of a sword chills fourteen states..."
Ci Song recited three poems in a row, and his combat power increased crazily. The entire arena seemed to be enveloped in a strange atmosphere.
The sky was filled with flying snow, and every snowflake seemed to contain the cold sword intent, lowering the temperature of the arena to freezing point. And the sword intent soaring into the sky made everyone present feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
Han Shi felt a chill coming over him, as if his whole body was frozen. He tried hard to concentrate and resist the chill, but found that his long flame stick became darker and darker under the chill.
He finally recognized the origin of the sword in Ci Song's hand, "I finally remembered that this sword was the dragon-slaying sword of Liang Wenhao. He actually handed this sword to you?"
Ci Song gently waved the Shui Han Sword, and a powerful sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword and swept towards Han Shi.
"Your Highness, you made a mistake. I lent this sword to Mr. Zhang, and I am his owner."
Ci Song's voice was a bit cold, and his sword energy was like a rainbow, and he was in front of Han Shi in an instant. Han Shi only had time to raise his long stick to resist, when he felt a powerful force coming from him, and his whole body was shaken back ten steps.
Han Shi suddenly stepped on the ground, throwing up a burst of ice chips. He managed to stabilize his body, took a deep breath, and calmed down the surging energy and blood in his body. "Everyone says that those who ink poetry into ink are far more powerful than others." Ordinary people, I really don’t expect that you can suppress me with just one punch.”
"If that's the case, then I won't be polite, Wu Zhi stick method."
Han Shi shouted low, and his figure suddenly became illusory, turning into five red figures and moving towards Ci Song at the same time. Each figure is holding a long stick, and the shadows of the sticks overlap each other, like an airtight wall of fire, surrounding Ci Song in the center.
Ci Song looked at the five figures rushing towards him without the slightest fear. Just when he was about to fight Han Shi, the five red figures shattered into pieces, and then he heard an extremely powerful sound. A small sigh.
"Alas, the time has come again, and I finally met a good opponent."
Immediately afterwards, Han Shi's figure appeared on the ring again. The long fiery red stick in his hand had disappeared. The surging talent in his body was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. Han Shi's literary realm was reduced in just one breath. It dissipated in an instant, and his eyes became dull.
Ci Song frowned slightly. He could feel the change in Han Shi. This change was extremely strange, as if a mysterious force had taken away Han Shi's talent and cultivation in an instant.
"What...what's going on?"
Under the ring, the literati from the seven countries also saw this scene, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces, including the major students from Yan Sheng Academy and Mo Lin who was watching the show.
Han Shi's strength suddenly dropped sharply, and his whole person became sluggish. This was the first time they had seen this.
"Hey, for today's scene, it seems that I really came to the right place."
Mo Lin took a bite of a peach he got from somewhere and commented while chewing it.
Han Shi's eyes on the stage also regained their clarity. He first looked up at Ci Song, and then at his hands. His expression changed from confusion to shock in an instant, and then to nervousness and solemnity. , if Ci Song and he didn't look at each other face to face, Ci Song probably wouldn't have noticed it.
Then he cupped his hands to Ci Song and said: "Today's battle will end here. I don't want to increase casualties."
After he said this, he turned and walked outside the ring, without giving Ci Song any chance to respond.
Ci Song looked at Han Shi's leaving figure with a strange look in his eyes. He could feel that Han Shi's words were not admitting defeat, but escaping from something.
Seeing this, Shang Wuqing in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to himself, "It's okay, it's okay."
In this way, the original battle between Ci Song and Han Shi ended in an extremely strange way.
Han Shi's departure made everyone present feel a little puzzled. They didn't understand why Han Shi suddenly chose to interrupt and leave the ring after releasing his ultimate move. Of course, the remaining literati in Korea were very calm. After Han Shi returned, they did not discuss it too much as if nothing had happened.
"It seems that the rumor is true. Thanks to Ci Song for helping me verify it, otherwise, this prince would have one more person to be wary of in the secret realm of the Great Zhou."
Ying Tian in the audience seemed to know some secrets. He looked at Han Shi's position and raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ci Song frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. He clearly remembered that before the battle began, he clearly remembered that the gemstone on Han Shi's ring was red. However, at this moment, the ring turned into a flawless white, like a gem covered with ice and snow, exuding a cold and mysterious atmosphere. This change was by no means accidental.
Ci Song knew that there must be something strange. Han Shi's change must be related to this ring, and perhaps it hides some amazing secrets.
But now is not the time to investigate this. Ci Song dispersed his talent and put the Han Guang Sword into the jade pendant with his left hand, and then inserted the Shui Han Sword into the ground. He placed his hands on the hilt and looked at the scholars of the seven countries with a very calm look, "Is there anyone willing to go on stage and fight with Ci Song?"
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