Spoils of War

"Buzz~"

A faint aura emanated from the long table, and as Zhang Ke sensed it, his heart gradually grew heavy.

He was all too familiar with this aura; it was from the books that had given birth to the Book Spirit.

"It seems we underestimated him." Zhang Ke's expression turned grave.

"Boom!"

A powerful aura soared into the sky.

"Ding ding ding~~"

The books, gleaming with golden light, slowly floated up from the long table. Ma Feifei casually dropped the calligraphy brush in her hand, took two steps back, and calmly watched the floating books.

The outcome was exactly what he expected, so there was nothing surprising about it.

Ma Feifei was somewhat surprised that the other party had written a book of Yellow Quality. He hadn't expected Zhang Ke to be so strong. If he hadn't chosen Epic-grade quality when selecting the book at the beginning, he might have actually been caught off guard and lost.

But what's the use of being strong? Stronger than Ma Feifei, who has a system attached to him?

Moreover, even without the system, Ma Feifei felt he could defeat his opponent, because he had been influenced by the culture of that world.

Those online novels alone are enough to give Zhang Ke a run for his money.

"That's right! I read a lot of fantasy and martial arts novels in my previous life. Even without the System Shop, I could probably write a few myself. Why don't I write some and see what level of books I can become?" Thinking of this, Ma Feifei felt a surge of excitement. Those fantasy and martial arts novels were full of upheavals and Shattering Void, and the backgrounds were so vast that they were boundless. If I were to write them, the quality would definitely not be low.

"Whoosh~"

As she pondered this, the golden light on the books floating in mid-air vanished, and a book with a black cover fell from the sky. Ma Feifei stepped forward and caught it in her hand.

"My God! It's Epic-grade quality!" Most of the cultivators below had some knowledge of the Mysterious Bookstore, and upon seeing the color of the book in Ma Feifei's hand, they immediately recognized its quality.

"That young man lost," one of the cultivators couldn't help but sigh.

The outcome was no longer needed to be announced. One person held a yellow cover, and the other a black cover. According to the quality classification of books in the Mysterious Bookstore, black-covered books represented Epic-grade quality, while yellow-covered books represented Yellow Quality.

Epic-grade quality books are obviously superior to Yellow Quality books, so the young man lost.

"It seems that mine is destined for me." Elder Lian stroked his beard with a smile, his eyes inadvertently glancing at the richly dressed middle-aged man who had made the bet with him earlier.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man in fine clothes snorted coldly, his expression clearly not good.

"You lost." Ma Feifei placed the copy of "Mirror Flower Romance" on the table, looked at Zhang Ke's stiff face, and said calmly.

Daring to compare the quality of his writing to his? Naïve.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ke's stiff expression instantly returned to normal. He handed the Yellow Quality book to the maid beside him, looked at Ma Feifei with a slightly surprised expression, and praised, "Your writing is of first-rate quality; I, Zhang Ke, am ashamed of my inferiority."

What is that? I don't understand.

Looking at Zhang Ke, Ma Feifei suddenly had the idea of kidnapping Zhang Ke to find out about the outside world, but he was also afraid that Zhang Ke was too powerful and that he might end up losing more than he gained.

"Ding~! Congratulations, host, for completing a book battle and embarking on the path of a book author. You have received a book author gift pack. Please return to the Bookstore to claim it." Suddenly, the system's voice came from his mind, making Ma Feifei overjoyed. He hadn't expected the system to give him a reward for this.

But now is not the time to think about that; we still have Zhang Ke to deal with.

Although it's a battle of wits, it doesn't mean the matter is over. According to the plot of various novels, the villain usually becomes enraged after losing the battle of wits and then resorts to violence, trying to turn the tables in this crude way.

Zhang Ke lost the literary contest, which is equivalent to losing the intellectual contest. He will definitely start preparing to fight now, so Ma Feifei has to be careful.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei took a step back without making a sound, standing ready to defend against Zhang Ke.

Seeing Ma Feifei's attitude, Zhang Ke became serious, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Rest assured, sir. My word is my Nine Cauldrons. Since I have lost this calligraphy contest, let's call it even. You can stay on the Azure Dragon Continent as long as you like. Farewell!"

After Zhang Ke finished speaking, he immediately turned around and flew into the sky. The two maids beside him hurriedly followed, abandoning even the paper and pen on the arena.

"Father, stop him quickly!" Suddenly, Liuli's voice echoed in Ma Feifei's mind. Ma Feifei was startled, and then another piece of information entered his mind.

"Laozi!" Ma Feifei exclaimed, instantly flashing after Zhang Ke, clutching his copy of "Mirror Flower Romance" and yelling, "Stop right there!"

Zhang Ke, who had already flown into the clouds, suddenly heard Ma Feifei's voice behind him. Startled, he broke out in a cold sweat and quickened his pace, urging the maid behind him, "Hurry, hurry, run! Shan Zhu, give me the book first!"

"Yes, young master." The maid named Shan Zhu, who was holding the Yellow Quality book, quickly responded and handed over the book after hearing Zhang Ke's words.

"Buzz~!"

At this moment, a little girl wearing a chrysanthemum-colored long gown appeared in front of Zhang Ke.

"Where are you going?" the little girl asked sweetly.

Zhang Ke's face darkened, and he waved his hand to repel it, but before he could even raise it, a wall of golden light appeared out of thin air, blocking Zhang Ke and the others' path.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ke struck it with his palm, but it didn't budge an inch.

"Damn it! How could this be!" Zhang Ke was shocked. Although his cultivation was restricted in this world, he still possessed the strength of the Second-Grade Immortal Realm. Yet, he couldn't even budge this wall.

"Get down!" In the blink of an eye, Ma Feifei was already above them, the Epic-grade book in his hand transforming into three or four times its normal size. Ma Feifei swung the book and smashed it down on their heads.

"Bang!"

Ah~!

Several pitiful cries rang out as Zhang Ke and his two maids were slammed down from the sky and crashed back onto the arena.

"What's going on?" The onlookers below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering why they had suddenly started fighting.

"Don't go too far, sir!" Zhang Ke climbed up from the arena, looked at Ma Feifei who had landed on the opposite side of the arena, and said with a gloomy face.

The book in his hand slowly Minimize, Ma Feifei put it into his spatial ring. Then he looked at Zhang Ke and said, "Give me the book, and then you can leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ke's face stiffened.