I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 119 God descends

Gu Yunzhou concentrated his energy, manipulating the peach petals to continue attacking the barbarian warriors. He knew his Wen Qi was limited and needed to end the battle quickly. So, he changed his method to inject Wen Qi into the peach blossoms.

Under Gu Yunzhou's control, the peach blossoms slowly blossomed, their petals falling like sharp daggers, ruthlessly piercing the barbarian warriors. The barbarian warriors, lacking the young leader's hardened armor, were covered in blood and wounded, unable to focus on trouble with Master Jia and the others.

"Today I will let you outsiders know that our human race is not so easy to bully. If you kill my people, you must pay with blood!" Uncle Cai and Master Jia seized the opportunity and attacked from both sides at the same time.

Uncle Cai unleashed his ultimate move. A shadowy figure, dressed in Confucian robes, appeared, reciting poetry. As he chanted, a fierce wind began to blow, sending piercing wind blades slashing at the barbarian leader like knives. Despite his armor, he was still wounded by the countless wind blades, and pale yellow blood dripped from his body. This move was similar to Gu Yunzhou's peach petal attack, but the power was vastly different.

Meanwhile, Master Jia's sword was imbued with a vast amount of literary energy, its blade shrouded in a dazzling radiance so dazzling that even in broad daylight it was impossible to look directly at it. With a roar, the sword, like a wild horse unbridled, rushed towards the young barbarian leader at an unparalleled speed. The young barbarian leader felt a strong sense of threat.

Of course, the barbarian leader couldn't just stand there and let the two of them attack without fighting back. As the violent wind blades surrounded and continuously attacked him, he was initially forced to take defensive measures, but the barbarians were, after all, a race known for their tough skin and strong resistance to blows.

In a split second, he quickly adapted to the intense attack and prepared to strike back, braving the ever-present wind blades. With a roar, his hair suddenly stood on end, twisting and shifting as if possessed by life, ultimately forming a strange pattern. Amazingly, the blood that had been flowing all along it also rushed towards the pattern.

"Oh no! He's burning his own blood and life force to beg the Barbarian God for his power!" Uncle Cai immediately realized the situation was amiss and decisively intervened. One of the reasons the Barbarians were so difficult to deal with was their ability to burn their own blood and life force to briefly invoke the Barbarian God's presence, a technique they called "divine descent."

Of course, the duration and power of this divine descent also depended on one's own strength. After all, everyone's physical fitness varied, and their ability to withstand different forces varied. However, regardless, once the divine descent technique was performed, their strength would be significantly and temporarily increased, becoming their ultimate trump card in desperate situations.

At that moment, Master Jia's sword, which had been waiting for a long time, finally struck the young barbarian leader like lightning. The sword's radiance was dazzling, like a sharp bolt of lightning, and with an unstoppable momentum, it cut directly from the young leader's right shoulder to his waist, creating a huge gash, and blood immediately gushed out.

Even the barbarians, renowned for their brute strength, found it difficult to withstand such a fierce attack. The young barbarian leader's face instantly turned sallow, clearly weakened by excessive blood loss. Surprisingly, he showed no sign of anxiety; instead, a hint of fanaticism gleamed in his eyes.

The blood that had been gushing out seemed to have found its home, quickly converging towards the pattern on his body, as if drawn by some mysterious force. The blood flowed faster and faster, as if it was about to drown him completely.

As blood continued to flow in, the illusory pattern began to become increasingly clear, as if an invisible hand was meticulously depicting every detail. A heart-pounding pressure slowly spread from the pattern, spreading outward like ripples on a calm lake.

As the pattern gradually became clearer, the once tall and mighty barbarian leader's entire body began to shrink at a visible rate. His once plump and powerful muscles gradually withered and dried up, like a plant that had lost its moisture.

In the blink of an eye, he was like a dried corpse, half-kneeling on the ground. However, what was shocking was that despite his extremely weak body, his eyes, filled with enthusiasm and excitement, were still wide open, staring straight ahead, as if waiting for some important moment.

"Oh no! The divine descent has already taken place! Quickly retreat!" Master Jia's face changed drastically. He knew full well the terrifying effects of the barbarian divine descent and quickly warned. Simultaneously, he and Uncle Cai retreated without hesitation, trying to escape the impending danger.

As Master Jia retreated, he quickly grabbed Gu Yunzhou, who was standing nearby, and ran away. Their figures darted through the woods like arrows, hoping to find a safe place to escape this crisis.

"Damn, this is the most disgusting trick of the barbarians. If they can't beat them, they will use divine intervention. The barbarians' defense is too terrifying!" Master Jia sighed incessantly as he ran, feeling helpless.

Normally, the sword strike he had just unleashed would have been incredibly powerful, enough to easily kill the young barbarian leader. However, the reality was beyond his expectations; the young barbarian leader's defense was so formidable that his attack was rendered ineffective.

"This barbarian must have awakened a special bloodline. This kind of guy often has special advantages in certain aspects. I didn't expect his luck to be so bad. Let's run away. I estimate that this divine descent will not last long. As long as we delay it, we can kill those barbarian bastards without taking any action!" Old Huang suppressed the worries in his heart, showed a wry smile on his face, and explained to Gu Yunzhou with a forced smile.

"What? God's Descent?" Gu Yunzhou was stunned by Old Huang's words, a surge of unease welling up in his heart. Although he didn't know much about the barbarians, he knew what God's Descent meant. Once the barbarians launched a God's Descent, their strength would be greatly enhanced, possibly even surpassing himself and others.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the young barbarian leader seemed to have completed the divine descent and became extremely powerful. Facing such an enemy, it would probably not be easy for them to escape. Thinking of this, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but frown, his eyes fixed on the young barbarian leader in the distance.