I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 117 Fierce Battle

Not far away, Manshan, who was sitting there fishing quietly, suddenly stood up after hearing the noise. His eyes were wide open, full of anger and hatred, staring at the several humans who fell from the sky.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, even bleeding, but he was completely unaware. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless rage, and he wished he could immediately cut these hateful humans into pieces.

His voice resounded like thunder throughout the area, carrying with it an unparalleled majesty and dominance. The tall and mighty barbarian warriors behind him, upon hearing Manshan's roar, their blood boiling. They brandished their weapons and pounced on the humans like a pack of ferocious beasts.

"Come on, I'll send you bastards off to see your barbarian god!" Old Huang's eyes blazed with fury as he was the first to charge out like a tiger, wielding the heavy axe with ferocious force, each blow packing a tremendous amount of power. He laughed heartily as he easily cleaved a barbarian's head off. Pale yellow blood, unlike that of humans, spurted out like a fountain, quickly forming a pool on the ground.

"Old Huang, don't be too greedy! Don't take care of them all by yourself. Leave a few for us!" Master Jia, who was standing behind, saw this and immediately rushed forward. He moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, the sharp sword in his hand like a venomous snake, piercing a barbarian warrior's chest with unerring precision at a tricky angle.

Uncle Cai, standing by, remained silent. He rushed into the flock like a ferocious tiger, dispatching several barbarians with astonishing speed. His movements were crisp and decisive, each one imbued with deadly force, a force not to be underestimated.

Gu Yunzhou looked at this scene without feeling too much fear in his heart. He had witnessed too many pursuits and counterattacks along the way, which had already made his heart extremely tough.

His swordsmanship was not good, and his boxing skills were also average, so he tried to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and directly summoned the literary energy to help.

"Your Excellency's students are everywhere, why plant more flowers in front of your hall? Go!" As he finished speaking, a few gorgeous peach blossoms fluttered down, as light as pink snowflakes. The petals danced in the air, finally landing gently on a barbarian warrior.

However, the moment the petals touched the barbarian warrior's skin, something unexpected happened. The seemingly harmless and lovely flower suddenly and violently exploded, unleashing a powerful and destructive force. Pale yellow blood-red blossoms bloomed across the barbarian warrior's body, like a bloody and cruel work of art.

Terrified, the barbarian warrior desperately used his six arms to pluck the flowers that kept falling toward him. However, as explosions continued to rip through his body, his efforts became futile. Finally, he could only scream and fall to the ground, his body twitching continuously, and soon he lost his life.

This sudden turn of events made the remaining barbarian warriors feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They nervously watched everything around them, fearing they would suffer the same fate in the next moment. Meanwhile, Master Jia and the others, who were already engaged in a fierce battle, couldn't help but cast surprised glances at Gu Yunzhou.

"This... this seems to be the poem that Mr. Gu wrote before as a gift to his mentor! I didn't expect it could be used in this way!" Old Huang said in disbelief, and at the same time, he chopped down a barbarian who tried to attack him from behind.

"If I remember correctly, this poem seems to be praising the Master. How could... how could the effect be so outrageous!" Master Jia's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself in astonishment. My goodness, he thought to himself, this Gu Yunzhou truly is a rare genius rarely seen in a century. Look at this poem originally intended to praise my teacher, and he has taken it and made it into a whole new form. A ninth-rank scholar could actually kill a barbarian warrior in an instant. Who would believe such a thing? As expected, the world of genius is incomparable to that of ordinary people.

"Damn the human race!" In the blink of an eye, most of the seven or eight barbarian warriors who had rushed out with such momentum were dead or wounded. The young barbarian leader finally couldn't contain his anger and roared loudly, then rushed towards them at a breakneck speed.

"Everyone, don't be distracted. This little leader is quite formidable. Let's attack him together!" Uncle Cai, who had been nimbly roaming nearby and finishing off the enemy at the right time, hurriedly warned. Then, everyone put aside their amazement and tacitly joined in attacking the little barbarian leader.

At this moment, the young barbarian leader suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. In an instant, several sharp earth spikes emerged from the ground without warning. If they relaxed for a moment, they would probably be seriously injured if not killed.

"Yunzhou, retreat quickly to a distant place. This is not a battle you can participate in!" Master Jia shouted to Gu Yunzhou anxiously. Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed by like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was behind the barbarian leader. He turned the tip of the sword in his hand and stabbed towards the opponent's waist like lightning.

At the same time, Uncle Cai and Old Huang attacked without hesitation. Uncle Cai leaped up like a nimble monkey, muttering something. Strands of pale green spiritual energy instantly erupted, quickly enveloping the young barbarian leader. The spiritual energy gradually transformed into ferocious, roaring snakes, baring their fangs and charging ferociously.

Old Huang chose to fight head-on. His whole body was surrounded by a layer of ochre-colored barrier. He raised the axe in his hand high, as if it contained a thousand pounds of power, and chopped it down fiercely at the barbarian leader.

Gu Yunzhou certainly knew his own strengths and weaknesses. It was no problem for him to kill one or two barbarian warriors by a surprise attack, but facing the little barbarian leader who looked very imposing, that would be tantamount to seeking his own death.

So, as soon as Master Jia finished speaking, he retreated several meters without hesitation. However, he didn't run too far, simply keeping a certain distance from the battlefield. Occasionally, he would use his power to create pink peach blossom bombs and throw them at the remaining barbarian warriors to distract them and prevent them from interfering with Master Jia and his men's fierce battle.

"I will pull out the tendons and skin you all, and let the barbarian witch refine you into human pills!" The barbarian chief showed a cruel smile on his face, and his six arms moved at the same time. His body suddenly grew again. His height of nearly two meters suddenly increased to three meters. This sudden change made Master Jia's face change drastically.