Chen Xuan stood at the back of the line, holding the scroll of the Classic of Poetry in his hands, and was looking down as he read it.
By the time everyone came to their senses, the entire team on the stage had collapsed to the ground.
The book isn't finished yet.
The match is over.
Zhou Qiubai sheathed his sword, his White Clothes still as white as snow.
He turned and glanced at Chen Xuan: "Brother Chen, you seem quite engrossed in your book."
Chen Xuan looked up, smiling broadly, "The artistic conception is excellent."
Yang Guyun coldly said, "Good artistic conception, can it be used as Soul Skill?"
Chen Xuan thought about it carefully, "Theoretically, yes."
Yang Guyun: "..."
If Yang Guyun's words can break people's defenses, then Chen Xuan can be described as a conversation killer.
Zhou Qiubai gently patted his shoulder. "Let's go, let's go downstairs."
The three turned and left, followed by a deafening roar of cheers.
In the VIP section, Xue Ye clapped softly, then turned to Xie Ru and said, "Teacher, these three people are indeed extraordinary."
Xie Ru remained silent.
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh from the side, "That Zhou Qiubai took down three people in three breaths, without even using his Soul Skill. Few among the younger generation can match his combat ability."
Chen Xin nodded.
In particular, even these three breaths might not be the limit.
Salas sat to the side, but the smile on his face looked somewhat stiff.
That Zhou Qiubai took down three people in three breaths without even using his Soul Skill.
That Yang Guyun, with a single spear thrust, sent the Soul Ancestor flying.
That Chen Xuan...
Although he didn't make a move, his composure was something that ordinary people couldn't match.
If these three people grow up...
Salas took a deep breath.
This year's Spirit Hall team, though hailed as the Golden Generation and possessing Martial Soul Fusion Skill and various trump cards, is still not confident against this opponent.
Can Xie Yue and Yan defeat Yang Guyun?
Did Hu Liena's allure work on Zhou Qiubai?
He dared not make a hasty judgment.
But he knew that the Spirit Hall was likely to face trouble in this match.
After all, it is the Spirit Hall, and they cannot openly engage in underhanded tactics.
Meanwhile, in the Shrek Academy's contestant area, Dai Mubai's expression was equally grim.
He was just encouraging his teammates, claiming that the advantage was on their side.
As a result, the three people on the stage easily ended the battle in three breaths and with a single shot.
This advantage...
"Boss," Ma Hongjun asked in a low voice, "Should we... still fight?"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. "Fight! Why wouldn't we fight!"
Xiao Wu nodded in agreement. "Exactly! No matter how strong they are, there are only three of them! There are seven of us, and if we coordinate well, we definitely have a chance!"
Zhu Zhuqing remained silent.
On stage, the host had already begun announcing the next match.
But the audience's attention was clearly still focused on the match that had just taken place.
" Heaven Dou Second Team! Heaven Dou Second Team!"
People started shouting, making it even more lively.
" White Clothes Sword! Returnless Spear!"
"What's the name of that person who turns the pages?"
" Chen Xuan! Chen Xuan Prime Minister Young Master!"
"What was that line of poetry he recited? It sounded so beautiful!"
Cheers surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
Meanwhile, the three members of Heaven Dou Second Team had already entered the players' tunnel.
Zhou Qiubai stretched. "Warm-up complete."
Yang Guyun remained expressionless. "Too weak."
Chen Xuan added in his letter, "Their formation is problematic. When the left flank advanced, the right flank failed to keep up, resulting in a 0.3-second gap in formation."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun both looked at him.
Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Never mind, I won't say anything more."
Zhou Qiubai: "Have you finished speaking?"
Chen Xuan shook his head. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Yang Guyun gripped the Returnless Spear tightly. "I really want to shoot him now."
Zhou Qiubai sighed helplessly, "Just bear with it."
The three walked further and further away, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the passage.
The cheers outside were still deafening.
The competition, held every five years, has only just begun.
But everyone knows that the protagonist of this year's competition has already made his appearance.
In the VIP section, Xie Ru withdrew his gaze, gently picked up his teacup, and took a sip.
Seeing that the teacup was empty, Xue Ye personally refilled it for Xie Ru.
This is the first time a ruler of a country has been treated like a servant.
Salas sat to the side, his smile growing increasingly stiff.
Let's wait and see.
This ability far surpasses that of the younger generation in the Douluo Continent.
Anyway, he's just a Platinum Bishop; if the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up.
Meanwhile, in the Shrek Academy's player area, Dai Mubai was still encouraging his teammates.
"Cheer up, everyone! It's our turn next! Let's show them what real strength is!"
Ma Hongjun shouted, " Shrek will win!"
"Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a complex emotion.
They were still in the group.
But my heart is no longer there.
Night fell.
In a private room on the second floor of the inn, Zhou Qiubai, Yang Guyun, and Chen Xuan sat around a wooden table.
Zhou Qiubai grabbed a peanut, popped it into his mouth with a snap, chewed it loudly, and asked with a smile, "How did you guys feel about today's performance?"
Yang Guyun said calmly, "Too weak."
"Could you use a better word?" Zhou Qiubai rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Too bad." Yang Guyun said matter-of-factly.
Is this considered a replacement?
Chen Xuan, holding his teacup, smiled and said slowly, "I think it's quite good."
Zhou Qiubai looked at him curiously. "What's so good about it?"
Chen Xuan thought for a moment and said, "I'm really absorbed in the book."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun exchanged a glance, then fell silent simultaneously, thinking to themselves, "This person's words are really..."
Suddenly, Yang Guyun broke the silence. "What did you mean by saying 'theoretically possible' today?"
Chen Xuan tilted his head slightly. "What?"
"The concept is good; it can be used as Soul Skill." Yang Guyun stared intently at him. "You said back then that it was theoretically possible."
Chen Xuan simply smiled and didn't reply.
Chen Xuan put down his teacup and slowly said, "The ancients said, 'Poetry expresses one's aspirations,' and also, 'It can inspire, it can be observed, it can foster community, and it can express grievances.' Words themselves possess power."
Zhou Qiubai raised an eyebrow. "So you can really fight with poetry?"
Chen Xuan simply smiled slightly and did not respond.
Yang Guyun stared at him, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "You really deserve a beating."
Chen Xuan actually nodded seriously and replied, " Brother Yang is right."
Yang Guyun: "..."
I'm about to take action again.
Zhou Qiubai immediately mediated. "Alright, alright, let's eat. There's a match tomorrow."
The three continued to enjoy their meal, and the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious.
Suddenly, Zhou Qiubai's chopsticks paused slightly.
He sensed a faint, almost imperceptible presence.
But that was the aura of Titled Douluo.
He looked up and gazed out the door.
The door wasn't opened, but the person had already quietly walked in.
Xie Ru was dressed in a dark, plain-colored robe.
" Dean Xie."
" Junior Martial Uncle."
Xie Ru nodded slightly and found an empty seat to sit down.