My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 346 I specialize in killing demon kings; my battle record is verifiable.

Outside the illusion array.

"Swish!"

Light shone on more than 300 people at the same time.

Then they opened their eyes in a daze.

"You've been eliminated."

Master Xu stared at them calmly and said only one sentence:

"Don't be concerned with personal gain when it comes to matters of national importance. Go back and work on your willpower. Take the exam again next year."

After saying that, he casually waved his hand.

More than 300 people were lifted up by the wind and flown off the field.

They didn't even have a chance to say a word until they left.

Master Xu glanced indifferently at the officials in the arena:
"You may all step down."

"Yes."

……

As the officials left.

Only Master Xu, Sai Chuxue, and Zeng Shilin remained at the scene.

The enormous scroll was still turning slowly.

The screen shows seven hundred people taking the imperial examination.

"This scientific expedition is completely confidential. Do not reveal a single detail to any outsiders."

Master Xu smiled and looked at Sai Chuxue.

At this moment, Sai Chuxue stared blankly at the figure on the scroll.

That was Zeng Anmin's figure.

The coldness from before was gone.

All they had were tightly pursed lips.

"Idiot."

Master Xu chuckled and shook his head, then looked up at the huge scroll.

"Such a huge amount of divine power was consumed just to simulate a war."

"Is it worth it?"

Xu Tianshi's voice reached Zeng Shilin's ears.

Zeng Shilin stared blankly at the screen.

He murmured softly:

"It benefits the present and future generations."

It's unclear whether he was answering Master Xu or reminiscing about a question Zeng Anmin had asked during the imperial examination.

…………

"Bang!!"

Liu Xian had lost count of how many times she had fallen to the ground.

"Get up!! This is military camp!! Keep running!!"

In his eyes, Wu Qianfeng's stubble-covered face was like a demon.

Seven hundred Confucian scholars, none of them had ever experienced anything like this.
But there was one figure who was the driving force that kept them going.

"Even the Duke's only son is training and suffering alongside you, how dare you not persevere?!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the steel whip cracking was deafening.

Wu Qianfeng stared intently at them with a dark expression.

They all looked at Zeng Anmin, who was diligently practicing in the group of burly men.

By this time, Zeng Anmin was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

But they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Admiration shone in their eyes.

pity.

It's not that they can persist just because they want to.

Some people are just born weak.

Several seventh-rank Confucian cultivators began vomiting and diarrhea after only a short period of practice...

Some even lay on the ground during training, rolling their eyes.

Over the course of several days, about two hundred people have fallen behind.

"hold onto."

Liu Xian also wanted to fall behind.

Zeng Anmin held on tightly, and if he dared to fall behind, he would kick him.

He also instructed Wu Qianfeng to give him special treatment.

…………

"Om~"

Those Confucian scholars who did not persevere opened their eyes in bewilderment.

Master Xu's gaze remained calm as he sighed softly:
"You all have the heart to serve your country, but lack the strength to do so. What a pity."

"The imperial examination is over, and you've ranked at the bottom. I'd give you a very low rating."

"Go."

With a wave of his hand, he swept all the Confucian scholars who had opened their eyes away from the examination hall.

…………

Within the illusion array.

The three-month period passed by in a flash.

Of the remaining 473 people, all of them survived the arduous physical training.

And they began to work together with the soldiers in the Mandarin Duck Formation.

By the time the army assembled, the faces of these Confucian scholars were no different from those of ordinary soldiers.

His face was tanned dark, and his body was gradually becoming more robust.

Compared to when they first enlisted, their faces now show more determination.

Especially Liu Xian.

He finally threw away the bright red begonia flower from his head.

His gaze also became much more focused.

It was obvious that all of them had undergone tremendous changes.

"Move out!!"

Four hundred and seventy-three people were assigned to important positions in different military units.

One Confucian scholar was assigned to every one hundred soldiers. The army of over forty thousand men, like a tidal wave, rushed to the frontier.

The eldest princess.

Wu Qianfeng.

A disciple personally taught by the Xuanzhen Division.

The commander-in-chief for this campaign is Duke Zeng Shilin of Qi.

The Mandarin Duck Army, totaling 50,000 men, was commanded by Zeng Shilin.

Deputy Commander-in-Chief, Duke of Wei, Tian Ji, led 50,000 troops from the prefecture.

With a combined force of 100,000, they marched in a mighty and imposing manner.

After two months of travel.

The Ten Thousand Demon Mountains in the southern region had already come into view.

"Starting from Qinghai Bay, we will proceed step by step, gradually encroaching on the Wanyao Mountain Range."

Zeng Shilin chose a cautious approach and personally led his troops into battle.

……

Zeng Anmin felt as if he had lived through another world.

He could clearly sense that the flow of time within the illusion array was abnormal.

But apart from him, no one else noticed anything unusual.

It only took a short while for the outside world to react.

Half a year passed in the illusionary array.

After rushing to the border.

What came into view was a scene of corpses strewn across the land.

The bloodstains had already dried.

Crows circled in the sky.

Carrion-eating vultures also kept a close eye on this large and imposing group.

Further south.

It is an even larger and more impressive force.

Even a rough estimate would show that no fewer than 100,000 people went.

The leader was the chief general of the Jiang Kingdom, Duke Cao.

The moment I saw the Duke of Cao.

Zeng Anmin's lips twitched slightly.

This illusion array is really unprofessional.

Duke Cao is already dead, yet he still appears in the illusion array?
But actually, it's alright, it's not important.

What he needs to pay attention to right now is...

He slowly looked up.

His gaze held a hint of seriousness.

Qinghai Bay, territory he conquered, is now in a state of utter devastation.

The ruins are desolate and bleak.

Looking north from the direction of Qinghai Bay.

There, demonic energy soared to the heavens!
"Walk!!"

Enter the battlefield.

The general accompanying Zeng Anmin was still the eldest princess.

The eldest princess led 10,000 Mandarin Duck Army soldiers.

He led him toward the battlefield.

The 100,000-strong army was divided into seven routes.

Centered on Qinghai Bay, head in seven different directions.

The target of Zeng Anmin's 10,000-strong army was the Funiu Mountains, not far from Qinghai Bay.

"I heard that the Mighty Bull King has as many as 30,000 demon soldiers under his command."

"Brother Quanfu, if things go wrong, run immediately! I will cover your retreat even if it costs me my life!"

Liu Xian stared intently at Zeng Anmin.

"Get lost."

Zeng Anmin didn't have time to argue with him.

He stared intently at the Funiu Mountains ahead.

I felt a little heavy-hearted.

This illusion array is both real and fake.

What's false are the choices made earlier and the speed at which time passes.

But when he followed the army into the battlefield, he felt that everything around him was incredibly real.

Even after entering the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, the righteous energy within him began to stir restlessly.

"Boom!!!"

Just as the 10,000-strong army stopped at the foot of Funiu Mountain.

A deafening sound suddenly rang out.

Covering the sky and the sun!!
A majestic figure, towering and upright, descended from the sky.

That was a giant bull, a hundred feet tall!
It has the head of a bull and the body of a human, and wields a giant axe that can split the heavens
"Big... Mighty... Bull... King..."

Upon seeing this figure, Liu Xian immediately began to ramble incoherently.

"Why did he come alone...?"

What rank is he?

Zeng Anmin asked in a deep voice.

"The Mighty Bull King... seems to be a fourth-rank demon king..."

Liu Xian swallowed hard and said, "The Eldest Princess is also a highly talented fourth-rank martial artist. She should be able to fight him."

"How many??"

"A fourth-rank demon king??"

Zeng Anmin was taken aback.

Then, with ill intent, he looked up and gazed intently at the towering shadow.

No.

A mere fourth-rank official dares to come alone to stop the army?
You probably don't know the term "Special Forces Warrior," do you?
He suddenly remembered.

I seem to be a fourth-grade extreme Confucian cultivator, and I even have the experience of slaying a third-grade great demon king.

Zeng Anmin stared intently at the enormous figure:
"I specialize in killing demon kings, and my record is verifiable."

(End of this chapter)