A Most Impressive Start, a Limp Finish

The eight Scholars' faces turned green when they heard this. Could someone really scheme like that?

But the Benevolence Character Art really was meant to remove aggression and turn its target into a benevolent person.

If there was no aggression, what was there to remove?

"This Green Robe Man is one crafty bastard!"

"He found the weakness so quickly. Damn him!"

Several Scholars cursed inwardly. Without the Benevolence Character Art, they were surrounded, and their deaths were only a matter of time.

Though they were among the Confucian Sect's three thousand disciples and had never feared death, they were still deeply worried. After all, Duanmu Xi and the Scholar who had been holding the brush were right there as examples.

All eight turned to look at the white-haired, middle-aged Scholar, who was shouldering immense pressure.

He was the only one there with the power to fight back.

Seeing this, Green Robe Old Ancestor sneered mockingly. "Heh heh, so this is the Benevolence Character Art? It's nothing special!"

"You hypocrites of the Confucian Sect are always going on about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. Seems to me you're loudest about whatever you lack most."

"Sage Wang, what do we do now?" one of the Scholars asked anxiously. He had no desire to follow in Duanmu Xi's footsteps.

At that moment, Sage Wang, the white-haired, middle-aged Scholar, was at a loss too.

He had not expected his opponent to find the flaw so quickly, much less come prepared with a way to counter it.

And Green Robe Old Ancestor had just taunted them, boasting without restraint.

What did that mean? It meant he had come prepared and knew the Confucian Sect's methods inside out.

Against someone who knew both himself and his opponent, no strategy could win—unless he had an overwhelming