binnovel Chapter 143 Demon King Mo
Chapter 143 Demon King Mo
Chapter 143 Demon King Mo
The sudden surge of murderous intent emanating from Ye Ru's handwriting caused Chen Tianjian and the others to change their expressions drastically.
"This font has never appeared before. Could it really be that Ye Ru created it himself?"
Chen Tianjian snapped out of his shock and said in disbelief.
"This style of calligraphy is characterized by its slender and firm strokes, blending elements from various schools, taking the strengths of many while adding its own unique touch, resembling 'a natural and beautiful bone structure, with a leisurely and elegant charm'; yet it also possesses a strong individualistic character, described as 'like bending iron and breaking gold,' which is extremely peculiar, and has a rather strong sense of killing intent. If war poems were added, it might be able to defeat a scholar with the strength of a child student. As for whether it was created by itself, that remains to be discussed."
Wen Xiang pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ru's brush suddenly stopped, and a strong wind suddenly arose on the Xuan paper. The surrounding talent seemed to be like a knife, cutting out in all directions. Wherever the wind blade passed, cracks appeared, smooth as a mirror.
The number of tokens on the stone table had reached seventy.
"It's far from enough. Xiao Wenqi has reached ninety-eight, and Ye Ru is almost finished writing. If they can't reach ninety-eight, then the championship in this competition will definitely belong to the Jin Kingdom."
Kong Hexuan swallowed hard as he looked at the terrifyingly destructive talent, but he was still somewhat worried.
"Haha, my score is ninety-eight. How can you compete with me with this kind of writing style?"
Xiao Wenqi looked at Ye Rushi's counting sticks on the stone table and laughed wildly.
"That despicable Jin man is trying to disrupt Ye Ru's plans. I won't let him get away with this once the national competition is over!"
Chen Tianjian's killing intent surged as he looked at Xiao Wenqi's mocking face.
"I never expected that the talent sent by the State of Jin this time would be so learned... These ninety-eight skills have never been seen before the National Competition began."
A look of frustration appeared on Wen Xiang's face. At this moment, Ye Ru only had two paragraphs left. Even if he finished writing them, he probably couldn't compare with these ninety-eight pieces.
"If Ye Ru can grasp the essence of the brushstrokes, he might be able to surpass that Jin scholar, but if he cannot..."
"Comprehend the essence of brushwork? Even masters at the fourth level of calligraphy need a stroke of luck to comprehend it. For a novice like Ye Ru, it's as difficult as ascending to heaven!"
Chen Tianjian said bitterly.
“Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Minister Wen, you are responsible for educating the people and organizing the national competition. Now, a man from Jin has suddenly appeared. This is a case of inadequate supervision. If Ye Ru loses, and the news reaches the Emperor, you will likely face dire consequences.”
The Left Prime Minister slightly raised his eyelids, his face full of schadenfreude.
"Hmph, this is all my fault for being careless. I will definitely reflect on my mistakes in the future, but it's none of your business to tell me what to do!"
The Prime Minister looked at the Prime Minister with a gloomy expression and said coldly.
"hehe."
The Left Prime Minister chuckled and closed his eyes again.
"Ninety-eight tallies..."
Ye Ru took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Kong Hexuan and the others. Such a terrifying number of people was impossible to surpass.
Kong Hexuan and the others were also full of frustration. Losing to someone from the same country was not the important thing. The fact that more than a thousand students from the noble families of the nation had lost to a person from the Jin state was something they could not tolerate!
The readers in the square below were also filled with dejection.
Everyone was looking at Ye Ru. Now only Ye Ru was still writing. Some of the others had finished, while others had left, since their scores were too low and they had no face to stay here.
Xiao Wenqi held the ink brush, sneering as he watched Ye Ru continue writing through gritted teeth.
"Phew, it's impossible for the students of my Yanhuang Kingdom to lose here!"
Ye Ru looked at the eighty tally sticks displayed on the stone table, took a deep breath, stopped writing, and gently stroked the wolf-wind pen. After a while, a murmured voice echoed:
"Demon King Mo, come out."
As Ye Ru finished speaking, his body trembled. The remaining ink of the surrounding contestants seemed to sense something and began to throb restlessly, like boiling water.
Wow!
The crowd in the square was astonished to see the ink dancing; they had never seen such a phenomenon before.
call out!
At this moment, a solid green inkstone floated in the air, and the dancing ink, as if drawn by a force, transformed into countless tributaries, rapidly converging into Ye Ru's inkstone.
This scene caused countless people's expressions to change drastically. The myriad inks condensed into one, using the sky as a canvas, and gradually formed a magnificent and grand landscape painting.
"An ink splash landscape? This is a phenomenon that only top-grade inksticks can produce. What kind of ink is it that can cause such a phenomenon!"
Kong Hexuan looked at the landscape painting formed by the collective ink of everyone and swallowed hard.
"This ink is green, and its green light is concentrated and does not disperse, just like a piece of jade. This is actually an ink stick made from the blood of the Demon King!"
When Wen Xiang saw the inkstone floating above Ye Ru's head, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.
"He remained calm in the face of danger and saved the Chinese people from fire and water. This child will surely have a bright future and may even rise to prominence in the path of sainthood. Perhaps he will even surpass his master."
A hint of appreciation appeared on Kong Delin's aged face as he praised her.
As the shock gradually subsided, everyone relaxed a little, and all eyes turned to Ye Ru.
Ye Ru waved his hand, gripped the ink stick tightly, and began to grind the Demon King Ink. However, after the green Demon King Ink was ground, it gradually turned black. Then, Ye Ru continued to pick up his brush.
As Ye Ru picked up his brush, a faint sound of wind and thunder echoed on his Xuan paper, and an aura of a thousand armies spread out in all directions. Countless wind blades began to sweep across, like knives and swords, and even scratched countless shocking ink marks on the stone table.
Ye Ru continued writing, and the number of strokes reached eighty-nine. However, he only had one last paragraph left to write in his "Returning Home".
"Phew, ten more steps to go. If I can't surpass that, it'll be terrible."
Wen Xiang clenched his fists and murmured.
Countless people held their breath, watching Ye Ru, their shouts stuck in their throats.
If Ye Ru fails this time, all previous efforts will be wasted, and the reputation of the entire Yanhuang Kingdom will suffer a severe blow among the ten kingdoms.
"Crack!"
At that moment, the stone table suddenly made a muffled thud, a sight that instantly darkened Ye Ru's expression.
"The stone table is broken..."
Ye Ru's throat bobbed, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He never expected such a dramatic scene to unfold at this crucial moment.
As soon as that sound came, a series of cracking sounds followed, which made Kong Hexuan and the others turn extremely pale.
Wen Xiang and the others were also shocked, never expecting that the stone table would break at this most critical moment!
"Haha, it seems the heavens are truly against your Yanhuang Kingdom! The stone table is broken, let's see how you continue writing now!"
Xiao Wen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
boom!
With a loud thud, the stone table suddenly lurched away, sending countless stone fragments flying in all directions, enveloping Ye Ru's entire body.
As the stone table shattered, the hearts of all the scholars in the square sank to the bottom. Even Wen Xiang and the others let their hands fall limply to their sides. All that remained was Xiao Wenqi's gloating and arrogant laughter.
Because everyone knew that with the stone table broken, Ye Ru's defeat was inevitable!