Ao Qingyue said, "There are no members of the Water Race in the Three Valleys Battlefield, so your Wind-and-Rain Dream Battle won't be able to unleash its full power. Why not try it out beforehand?"
"Rest assured, we'll keep this confidential," Grand Academician Guo said.
Many other Grand Academicians stood behind Grand Academician Guo, their eyes holding a hint of anticipation.
After a moment's thought, Fang Yun understood. They all wanted to see his Third Realm War Poetry firsthand. After all, a Metropolitan Graduate not yet twenty who could wield Third Realm Provincial Graduate War Poetry was utterly unprecedented.
"Then I'll give it a try," Fang Yun said.
A large group of Grand Academicians then followed Fang Yun to the Sacred Academy's Literary Battle Arena.
The Sacred Academy's Literary Battle Arena resembled the one at the Jing Kingdom Academy. It was simply larger and had stronger protective measures; there was no fundamental difference.
After entering the Literary Battle Arena, the Grand Academicians stood on the stone steps, craning their necks in anticipation, while Fang Yun stood on the level arena floor and raised his brush to write the war poem Wind-and-Rain Dream Battle.
At first, more than five hundred Cold-Iron Knights appeared. Their offensive and defensive strength far surpassed that of ordinary Demon Marshals, prompting the Grand Academicians to nod slightly.
Then the war poem summoned the will of the Military Sage Han Xin, conjuring a great river bursting through its banks out of thin air and unleashing a powerful surge.
This time, however, the river's volume, speed, and duration had all doubled under the power of the Literary Star Dragon Noble title. It almost rivaled a Hanlin Academician's war poem!
An even stranger scene followed. After the river swept past, four Sea Eyes, each three zhang in diameter, appeared