To be honest, this was completely baffling.
Everyone wore astonished expressions.
What was this?
Each of them had likely experienced quite a few Strongman's Ruins, but to be honest, who had ever encountered something like this?
Inside this Strongman's Ruins, they were actually being asked to compose poetry on the spot?
What was this?
Honestly, it left them feeling rather dazed.
Out of more than five hundred people, two hundred whose poems were poorly written would die immediately!
Who had ever encountered something like this?
Everyone usually competed in strength and ability—could literary talent also become a factor that determined life and death in a ruin?
But that was the reality!
"This...?"
At that moment, some rejoiced while others worried.
Here, no matter how powerful someone was, they did not necessarily possess literary talent.
However, to be honest, even if the older ones were not exceptionally talented, they were generally still quite capable. They should not end up among the two hundred who would die!
Upon reaching a very high realm, many of those powerful experts would come into contact with things like culture, because their Inner Heart needed them for greater fulfillment and satisfaction.
Even at worst, their life experience gave them an advantage over others when it came to spontaneous creation.
"There are specific rules here."
Someone spotted a sheet of paper on a table and spoke.
Many People Gathered over.
"The rules say that there must not be any communication whatsoever, or else it means death. And it must be composed on the spot."
"But to be honest, this Senior was a figure from many, many years ago. How would he know whether the poems and verses from our outside world over all these years are our own original works?"
One Person pondered.
"I doubt there would