Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 493 Thunderous Talent

Chapter 493 Talent Thunder

Boom boom boom!

The atmosphere in the arena became extremely heated due to the gathering of countless thunderclouds. Above the sky, countless thunderclouds continued to gather, as if the heavens were angry, making people feel particularly uneasy.

Normally, thunderclouds are a rare sight, but now they've become commonplace, giving many people a sense of awe and wonder.

As time went on, the thunderclouds in the sky became denser and denser, and when these thunderclouds gathered together, they almost gave birth to lightning.

Meanwhile, more and more scholars gave up writing at this time. If they had a burst of inspiration at the beginning, they might run out of steam later. Of course, if they had received good training, they might be able to persevere to the end.

As the competition drew to a close, the faces of the spectators unconsciously tightened.

After all, this competition is related to the reputation of their human race.

"Look how powerful the thunderclouds are becoming. Clearly, this competition will be much more exciting than before."

Xie Ming raised his head, looked at the overcast sky, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

This thundercloud was extremely powerful, and there were faint sounds of thunder, as if lightning was about to be generated.

"Our intellectuals seem to be failing us too."

Looking at the pale-faced scholars in the room, Mr. Kong couldn't help but chuckle.

They too went through such hardships and obstacles before they became literary giants.

He found his own reflection in these hardworking and striving intellectuals.

"There are also a few people who write very easily, you see."

Xie Ming pointed at Ye Ru and the others. Although their faces were covered in sweat, they did not show any signs of discomfort.

"These little guys are really great."

A gentle glint flashed in Mr. Kong's eyes as he spoke slowly.

The scholars present were all gritting their teeth, constantly coming up with ideas from their minds and writing them on Xuan paper. A competitive atmosphere and pressure, where everyone was trying to outdo each other, slowly spread throughout the space.

"Finally finished."

At one point, a scholar, pale-faced, looked at the article he had written and nervously wiped the sweat from his brow. This writing experience had been quite dangerous.

If there were even the slightest mistake, this article would probably not have been successful.

Those around him looked at the scholar who had finished writing first, and a burning desire flashed in their eyes. Someone who could summon thunderclouds while writing would definitely be a sought-after opponent by various powerful families in the outside world. In fact, his bloodline could be altered by the families of saints, making him one of them.

With this person's writing completed, the rest of the team felt the pressure. They had persevered through the previous difficulties, and if they gave up now, it would be a real disaster.

With a tense atmosphere, the group finally entered the final stage, and there were about fifteen minutes left in the competition.

Rumble!

At that moment, a bolt of lightning began to form in the sky.

This lightning, carrying destructive power, if it were to strike, would likely destroy all the works written by these scholars.

"It actually triggered a thunderbolt! Whose writing is so talented? This shouldn't be happening."

Seeing this, Xie Ming's eyes widened, and he murmured.

"This was truly unexpected. Not only were there thunderclouds, but there was also lightning. If it were to strike, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of this, Mr. Kong also shuddered.

They knew that this thunderbolt, unleashed by talent, was something a mere scholar could not stop. But if it were allowed to fall, all the works on the competition stage would be destroyed, and the losses would be enormous.

"Who is Thunder looking for?"

Xie Ming looked in the direction of the thunder, and when his gaze settled, he couldn't help but gasp, because the thunder was looking for Ye Ru, who was engrossed in writing his essay.

"It's actually this kid from the Yanhuang Kingdom."

After a moment, Xie Ming suppressed the surprise in his eyes and then slowly said.

"I have to say, this guy is absolutely terrifying."

With a soft sigh, Mr. Kong also praised it.

On the viewing platform, Zhang Dong and Zhang Zhi were also somewhat taken aback. They hadn't expected that Ye Ru would be the one to summon thunder for the first time in this competition.

This is a performance that surpasses everyone else.

Although the damage output of this Thunder of Talent is astonishing, it is also a symbol of overwhelming talent.

After all, without demonstrating strength, this talent and thunder would never have appeared.

The thunder was not only noticed by the spectators, but also by the contestants who were in the midst of it. At this moment, the clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, replaced by a dark cloud. The deep rumble of thunder also resounded at this time, making people tremble with fear.

This scene shocked many people. Then, suddenly, several more streams of talent disappeared, which meant that several more writers had finished their writing.

"Haha, I've finished writing too!"

A loud laugh rang out, and then Yan Jin wrote the last word, a hint of mockery in his eyes, seemingly mocking the other scholars.

Above his head, the thundercloud seemed more real than those of others, revealing the formidable talent behind the poem.

The next moment, amidst the astonished gazes of many, Yan Jin smirked coldly, then looked at Ye Ru and Kong Ling with even greater disdain.

However, Ye Ru remained unmoved by such provocative gazes, instead shrugging his shoulders and continuing to write.

Although Yan Jin's talent was truly remarkable, he believed that even the best works would fall short in the case of "Ode to the Red Cliff"!

Bang bang bang!

"I've finished writing too."

At this moment, Kong Ling put down his pen and looked at the thundercloud in the sky. The thundercloud was red, with faint light flowing inside, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of many people, who immediately gasped in surprise.

As everyone finished writing, only Ye Ru remained. Everyone stared at Ye Ru, seemingly wondering why he, who had dominated the previous rounds, was so low-key in this round.

The guests were delighted and laughed, then washed their cups and drank more. When the food and fruit were finished, the cups and plates were scattered everywhere. They lay down together in the boat, unaware that dawn had already broken.

As the last word fell, Ye Ru slowly put down his pen. Looking at the neat characters, a burning passion quietly welled up in his heart.

As Ye Ru finished writing, the dark clouds in the sky finally exploded at that moment!