boyutpedia Chapter 502 Magic Pattern Pen
Chapter 502 Magic Pattern Pen
Chapter 502 Magic Pattern Pen
The power of the Sacred Ancient Tree began to spread outwards, and its powerful Sacred aura once again surprised everyone.
This is the power of the Holy Path that I personally experienced from the outside, so it is naturally much stronger than the power of the Holy Path that I obtained in the secret realm.
"What rich holy power! If Ye Ru can master this holy power, even the Netherfire of the demon race probably won't be able to harm him."
After closing his eyes and sensing the power of the Holy Path, Xie Ming said in a deep voice.
"The key is whether he can control this Holy Power. I feel that Ye Ru is not skilled in controlling this power, while Yan Jin's control over the Netherfire in the previous battle was very adept."
Mr. Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Ru through the green light, and said slowly.
Looking at the light, he could almost guess where the power came from, but Ye Ru had not yet mastered it, so it was still hard to say who would win or lose.
"Ye Ru is currently at a disadvantage, but his talent is slowly increasing and is almost on par with Yan Jin."
Mr. Meng was also a little puzzled. The other party was just a minor scholar, yet he was able to mobilize such strong talent.
"Kong Ling and Yan Feng are taking a more cautious approach, but the situation doesn't seem too good."
While everyone was talking, Shi Tianze turned his gaze to Kong Ling, who was also gritting her teeth and constantly resisting the attacks of the Fiery Wind. Judging from her appearance, Kong Ling's talent seemed to be almost exhausted in the previous six rounds.
Yan Feng, however, grew stronger with each battle. Although he did not possess Netherfire like Yan Jin, he had a powerful magical artifact in his hand. This artifact seemed to be a halberd, and the entire halberd was imbued with intense demonic power.
"Haha, the number one scholar from the Confucius family has fallen to such a wretched state? How utterly ironic."
Yan Feng, wielding a long halberd, repeatedly thrust it at Kong Ling's vital points with a whooshing sound. If Kong Ling's defenses were not properly maintained, he would likely be riddled with holes in an instant.
Shi Tian and the others did not feel any pressure when facing these ghost scholars. On the one hand, although Shi Tian's talent was weaker than Ye Ru and Kong Ling's, he was still more than capable of dealing with these second-rate ghost scholars. In addition, he had been baptized by Ye Ru's golden words of wisdom, and his talent had improved significantly in an instant.
Kong Ling gritted his teeth and continued to confront Yan Feng. Because he had exhausted too much energy before, the talent on the surface of his body had become somewhat dim.
Now they all know that whoever spares manpower can decide the outcome of this battle, so everyone is doing their utmost to stop those ghost scholars.
The onlookers looked into the distance, the focus of the entire battle on Ye Ru and Kong Ling, because the fight between Ye Ru and Kong Ling was the most promising one in this battle.
boom!
After another collision, a hint of seriousness appeared on Yan Jin's face, and a sense of surprise arose in his heart.
Because he discovered that his Netherfire had no effect on Ye Ru at all.
clang!
After withstanding Yan Jin's attack, Ye Ru frowned slightly, and then suddenly wrote a scholar's battle poem with his Three Absolutes Literary Brush.
Once formed, the battle poem transformed into a powerful attack, swiftly traversing the void and fiercely blasting towards Ye Ru.
The attack swept along its path, creating a series of sonic booms that rapidly magnified in Yan Jin's pupils. Upon sensing this power, Yan Jin also took a deep breath.
"How could this scholar's battle poem be so powerful?"
A sense of unease rose in Yan Jin's heart, but he did not rashly accept the attack. He waved his folding fan, and a powerful stream of Netherfire shot out from it, colliding directly with the attack under everyone's gaze.
boom!
With a loud bang, a ripple of talent spread outwards, eventually triggering a series of sonic booms.
Ye Ru and Yan Jin's move resulted in a draw.
"How is it that this guy's battle poem, written by a scholar, is as powerful as that of a scholar who has passed the imperial examinations?"
Still reeling from the shock, Yan Jin murmured, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
Ye Ru also discovered his ability to write poetry. Although this poem was strong, it wasn't strong enough to rival the opponent's Netherfire.
"Could it be that the opponent's flames gave the Three Perfections Literary Brush its energy?"
After pondering for a moment, Ye Ru discovered the source of the problem. When he absorbed the energy of the Netherfire earlier, the Three Absolutes Literary Heart Brush clearly transmitted an extremely powerful energy to him. This energy was probably the source of the problem with writing poetry.
"There's something strange about that pen."
Yan Jin stared intently at the Three Perfections Writing Brush in Ye Ru's hand, his vigilance growing stronger.
Then, another calligraphy brush appeared in his mind, and he aligned his image with the style of this calligraphy brush, and in the end, they were strangely identical.
This sight made his pupils shrink instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that the magic pen!"
"Magic rune pen?"
Ye Ru was also a little confused by the unfamiliar name, so he repeated it and memorized it.
Judging from Yan Jin's reaction, it can be concluded that there must be a significant secret behind these three exquisite writing brushes.
"What is this magic pen?"
Ye Ru asked in a deep voice, gripping the Three Perfections Literary Pen tightly.
"This is a treasure of the demon race. There are three magic-patterned pens, each with immense power. It is said that the most powerful one of the three was lost. I didn't expect it to be in your possession. Even if you win the scholar's essay competition and become famous, the demon race will probably come after you. After all, things from the demon race are not easy to take."
Yan Jin laughed loudly, his smile full of schadenfreude.
He knew the power of this magic pen. Once the magic pen was activated, the demon race would definitely find out. Even if Ye Ru ran to the ends of the earth, he would probably have difficulty escaping.
"Whether I can escape or not is another matter, but your situation is not good right now."
Ye Ru was not moved by Yan Jin's words in the slightest. Instead, he said jokingly, "With the ability of the Three Perfections Literary Heart Brush, plus the ability to write with a single stroke, mass-producing poems and essays should be a piece of cake."
After writing another battle poem, the poem transformed into countless rays of light, crashing down on Yan Jin like a torrential downpour.
"Don't underestimate me! Even if you have the magic pen, you can't unleash even a tenth of its power, so you might as well admit defeat!"
Seeing Ye Ru launch another attack, Yan Jin felt a surge of killing intent. With a fierce shout, the Netherfire on his body transformed into a Nether Tiger, carrying a ferocious power, and collided with Ye Ru's beams of light!