binnovel Chapter 144 Turning Defeat into Victory!
Chapter 144 Turning Defeat into Victory!
Chapter 144 Turning Defeat into Victory!
On the competition stage, everyone remained silent. After a moment, a chorus of sighs of regret rose and fell.
No one expected that the only student from a poor family who had won the first two rounds would lose in this way.
"Heaven is not on my side."
Kong Hexuan said weakly.
"So, the people of Jin have just taken the crown from the people of Yanhuang?"
Meng Qingyang clenched his fists, staring angrily at where Ye Ru was standing.
"It's over. This time, the Yanhuang Kingdom is really going to lose face, and may even become a laughing stock among the other nine kingdoms!"
Chen Tianjian closed his eyes and sighed.
"It's really interesting that it ended up like this. The stone table is broken, so the artistic conception is gone, and the writing is all messed up. Even the gods can't save it."
The Left Prime Minister shook his head, as if he also felt it was a pity, and then stood up.
"The civil prime minister, the military prime minister, and the left prime minister, now I should be the third champion, right?"
Xiao Wenqi raised his head and laughed loudly at everyone on the platform.
"call."
Chen Tianjian wished he could tear Xiao Wenqi to pieces, but if he did, the credibility of their Yanhuang Kingdom would also be tarnished.
"Now that Ye Ru's desk is broken, this competition has come to an end. I hereby announce that the contestant for this round is..."
The room was completely silent, but everyone was filled with anger.
"Xiao..."
"It's not over yet!"
Just as Wen Xiang was about to finish speaking, a shout rang out in the silent competition arena, interrupting him.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared faintly in the sight of all the scholars.
The place where Ye Ru was standing was in a complete mess, and the robes he wore as a student were torn to shreds and covered in blood.
"Your defeat is inevitable, yet you still want to turn the tide? How laughable! Are all the people of Yanhuang Kingdom such fools?"
Xiao Wenqi sneered, then mocked again:
"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. I advise you to admit defeat. My ninety-eight points are probably more than all the young scholars of the Yanhuang Kingdom combined."
"If I have done my best but still cannot reach my goal, I can have no regrets. Rather than turning back halfway, it is better not to set off at all. Besides, it is still uncertain who will emerge victorious!"
Ye Ru raised his head, and with his blood-stained brush, he began to write again. In front of him, a sheet of Xuan paper was wrapped in his talent, and the paper was stained with blood.
"Hmph, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"
Xiao Wenqi said dismissively.
Ignoring Xiao Wenqi, Ye Ru slowly closed his eyes under the watchful eyes of many. A murderous aura burst forth from his body, causing the mockery on Xiao Wenqi's face to come to an abrupt halt. The dark ink in the sky began to churn, and under the astonished gazes of many, it condensed into a blood moon.
A blood moon hung in the sky, and a bloody stench permeated the surroundings.
"This is... the brushstrokes of a broken blood?"
Wen Xiang took a light sniff of the lingering smell of blood in the air, and his face showed some shock.
"What did you say? The essence of blood-stained brushstrokes? Is that what General Chen Qingzhi of the Southern Dynasties comprehended?"
Chen Tianjian was somewhat incredulous upon hearing Wen Xiang's words.
Calligraphic brushstrokes are also graded, and this "remnant blood" brushstroke is said to have been comprehended by Chen Qingzhi, a white-robed scholar-general during the Southern Dynasties. If this brushstroke is applied to war, it can not only improve the soldiers' combat effectiveness, but also enhance their morale and fighting spirit. It is one of the few brushstrokes that embodies the spirit of war!
"Putting someone in a life-or-death situation leads to survival; throwing them into a place of certain death leads to life. This young man remained calm in the face of danger and even managed to comprehend the meaning of the blood-stained brushstrokes in perilous circumstances. He is truly a formidable young talent!"
A look of surprise flashed across Wen Xiang's eyes, then he burst into laughter.
"What a bold young man. It is said that scholars are cautious and deliberate, but Ye Ru is a scholar with courage hidden in his bones."
Kong Delin exclaimed in admiration.
Seeing the paper enveloped in a blood-red aura, not only Kong Delin, but also Fan Ziling and the others breathed a sigh of relief and then wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.
"Brushwork?"
Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Wenqi's expression immediately darkened, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart, but he quickly dismissed it.
"Even if you have mastered the brushwork, so what? After such a huge upheaval, I don't believe you can surpass me!"
With the added power of the remaining blood, Ye Ru quickly finished writing even though there was no stone table.
"I'm done."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Ru finished writing, but his stone table was already damaged, and the number of counting sticks could not be seen.
"I demand to see the number of tokens Ye Rushu received for writing about Tao Sheng! I refuse to believe he has more than me!"
At this moment, Xiao Wenqi finally couldn't contain his fear and shouted.
Wen Xiang looked at Ye Ru, and when the latter nodded, Chen Tianjian waved his hand, and four soldiers moved a stone table in front of Ye Ru.
"Put that article up there."
"Ah."
Ye Ru placed his handwritten copy of "Returning Home" on the stone table, and immediately a strange beam of light enveloped it, causing the number of tokens on the stone table to increase.
"One...two...fifty...fifty-one..."
Countless people held their breath, staring intently at the number of chips on the stone table, their faces flushed. If Ye Ru couldn't beat Xiao Wenqi, then he would still lose the third round of the competition.
"You've reached eighty!"
However, after he finished speaking, the stone table remained silent.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Wen was initially stunned, then burst into laughter:
"All that work turned out to be in vain, haha."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, even Wen Xiang stared wide-eyed.
Logically speaking, Ye Ru, having used the Demon King's Ink, created his own calligraphy style, and even grasped the essence of brushwork, should have obtained more than just this number of chips.
However, just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, the stone table calmed down slightly, and then suddenly burst into light!
The number of chips on the stone table suddenly surged at lightning speed, breaking through to ninety in the blink of an eye, and then surpassing ninety-eight chips in the next instant!
The whole place was in an uproar!
But that wasn't all. The entire audience gasped as the number of chips suddenly broke one hundred!
On the stone table, the enormous numbers made everyone's hearts seem to stop beating for a moment, and the entire place fell into a deathly silence.
"This must be fake! There's something wrong with your stone table!"
Xiao Wenqi stared blankly at the hundred chips, then suddenly shouted out.
"It's just a matter of giving them a taste of their own medicine. I want the crown."
Ye Ru glanced at Xiao Wenqi and scoffed disdainfully.
Xiao Wenqi's legs went weak, and he finally collapsed to the ground. This time, he had truly lost everything. If he had won, it would have been fine, but if he had lost, even the State of Jin would not accept him.
"Ye Ru, one hundred chips!"
With a burst of literary talent, Wen Xiang shouted loudly, silencing everyone for a moment before cheers resounded throughout the heavens!