Chapter 430 The Remaining Thirty of You, Come on Stage Together, so I Don’t Have to Waste My Energy

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the dust and smoke. Although he reacted extremely quickly, he was still affected by the self-destruction, causing his originally white clothes to be stained with some dust, and the corners of his upper body were also affected by the explosion. Annihilation.

Everyone gasped when they saw the figure coming out. They saw Ci Song holding a lightsaber. Although his clothes were a little messy, there was no trace of injury. Moreover, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through all illusions.

"How...how is this possible? Is Ci Song okay?"

"How did he escape from self-destruction at such a close range?"

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, with incredible looks on their faces. They couldn't understand how Ci Song survived such a violent self-destruction unscathed.

This time he was really angry. This dress was his favorite, and the most important thing was that Mo Yao made it for him personally, and the material of this dress was also personally gifted by Ning Rongrong at that time. It's my own, so I only wear it on formal occasions.

Today, it was destroyed because of Yang Wumu's self-destruction, which made Ci Song very angry. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Korean Martial Arts Academy, with a cold light shining in his eyes.

"Martial Arts Academy, very good."

Ci Song's voice was cold and low, as if carrying an endless chill. He walked step by step towards the location of the Korean Martial Arts Academy, and every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts, making them feel an inexplicable depression.

The tip of the Hanguang Sword was pointed directly at the Korean literati, and then Ci Song said: "If any of the Korean literati who take the stage today can get off the stage alive, I, Ci Song, will commit suicide here."

Ci Song's voice spread throughout the square, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

The expressions of the students at the Korean Martial Arts Academy changed suddenly. They did not expect that Ci Song would be so decisive. In their view, although Ci Song was powerful, he would not despise their martial arts academy so much.

However, they forgot that Ci Song was a person who did not play according to common sense. He has a unique style and is never afraid of any challenges and difficulties. Since he dared to stand on this stage today, he was naturally prepared to deal with everything.

"Ci Song, you are too arrogant!"

A student from the Korean Martial Arts Academy couldn't help but stand up. He raised his hand, pointed at Ci Song, and said angrily.

"call out!"

A flash of sword light flashed, and the martial arts student's finger flew out directly, blood splashed, and the severed finger fell to the ground, with blood constantly spilling from it.

"ah!"

The martial arts student quickly covered his severed finger. His face turned pale from the pain, and large beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead.

Upon seeing this, the Korean literati stood up one after another and glared at Ci Song angrily. The Korean Crown Prince Han Shi also stood up and scolded Ci Song on the stage: "Ci Song! Do you want to start a war with me, Korea?"

"What I hate most is when people point their fingers at me. If it happens again next time, I wouldn't mind cutting off your entire arm."

Ci Song replied coldly, and then said: "If I really want to kill you, do you think you young Korean scholars can leave here alive?"

"you!"

Han Shi was so angry at Ci Song's words that as the crown prince of South Korea, he had never suffered such humiliation. However, he also knew that Ci Song was powerful and not something they could easily deal with.

"Ci Song, do you really think our martial arts academy is afraid of you?"

Another martial arts student stood up and scolded Ci Song. His eyes were full of anger and fighting spirit, as if he would rush to the stage to fight Ci Song at any time.

"Then come up and try."

Ci Song's tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing.

"you!"

The martial arts student was completely angered by Ci Song's attitude. He stood up suddenly and was about to rush to the ring.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

"enough!"

This figure was none other than Shang Wuqing from the Liberal Arts Academy. He stood in front of the martial arts student, shaking his head slightly to signal him not to come on stage.

"Shang Wuqing, this matter concerns the dignity of our martial arts academy, why do you want to stop me?"

The martial arts students looked at Shang Wuqing dissatisfied, with anger flashing in their eyes.

Shang Qingqing ignored him, but looked up at Ci Song on the ring, and said in a deep voice: "Ci Song, please forgive others if you have to. You may have thought that what you said today offended not the Wuyuan, but the martial arts academy. It’s the whole Korean literati.”

When Ci Song heard this, he immediately sneered and said: "Look what you said, when I was traveling in Korea, if your liberal arts academy and martial arts academy hadn't taken the initiative to provoke me, how could it have led to today's situation? At that time, the martial arts academy's literati and the martial arts academy When the dean was besieging Ci Song, did he ever think of "forgiving people when they have to be spared"?"

"you!"

Shang Qingqing was choked by Ci Song's words and was speechless for a moment. He really couldn't refute. When Ci Song was traveling in the capital of South Korea, he was indeed besieged by the Martial Arts Academy and the Liberal Arts Academy. This is an indisputable fact. At that time, students from the Liberal Arts Academy and the Martial Arts Academy thought that Ci Song was a soft persimmon that could be manipulated.

But in the end, Ci Song relied on his own power to cause trouble in the martial arts academy, killing his senior brother and second senior brother, and even beheaded the dean of the martial arts academy with the help of outsiders. This was nothing, the most terrifying thing was , Ci Song was able to escape unharmed, but the matter was suppressed by the Korean royal family, which did not allow martial arts students to hold Ci Song accountable.

"Since your liberal arts college doesn't dare to go on stage, then don't talk nonsense here. Your brother's magnanimity is much better than yours."

Ci Song glanced at Shang Wuqing with disdain, then withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the Korean Martial Arts Academy.

"If anyone else wants to challenge on stage, just come up."

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

"Ci Song, thirty-one students came to our martial arts academy today. I don't believe you can defeat us all by yourself today!"

As soon as these words came out, all the martial arts students on the Korean literati side stood up, including Yang Wumu who had just self-destructed on the stage, a total of thirty-one people.

They all stood under the stage, staring coldly at Ci Song on the stage, and a chilling air filled the air.

"Very well, the remaining thirty of you, come on stage together, it will save me the effort."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked instantly, including the well-informed Mo Lin.

"I, did I hear it correctly? Ci Song wants to fight thirty people alone?"

"Crazy, he must be crazy. Although Ci Song is famous, is it too arrogant?"

"Being able to see this scene today, even if we don't enter the Great Zhou Secret Realm, is a worthwhile trip."

You know, even if Ci Song is powerful, it is definitely very difficult for one person to fight thirty people alone. What's more, these thirty people are all elite students from the Korean Martial Arts Academy, and they are not weak in strength, otherwise they would not come here to represent Korean literati.

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