Third Person

The look of shock on Zong Hou's face did not fade for a long while. After landing back on the sea, he looked at the Black Mist Assassin with lingering fear, then cupped his hands toward Fang Yun. "There is something this old man does not understand. Did you know of this Linked-Poem Assassin's abilities beforehand, or did he discover my flaw himself and blast me into the air?"

Fang Yun answered truthfully, "That is his own way of fighting."

"Alas... extraordinary man, extraordinary poetry." Zong Hou gazed at the Linked-Poem Assassin, his face full of envy.

The Literary Battle Arena over the sea dissipated, and Zong Hou turned and left.

Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing this linked poem.

"Two-Soul Linked Poetry—how long has it been since one appeared? I remember Cao Cao wrote one back then. Ah, yes, Saint Zong had one as well. But Saint Zong only gained Two-Soul Linked Poetry after becoming a Grand Academician, and its power was equivalent to a Hanlin Academician's war poetry, making it rather tasteless. If he could form Three-Soul Linked Poetry, its power might far surpass an ordinary Grand Academician's war poetry, but in the end, he failed to compose it."

"Yes, Void Sage Fang is far younger than Saint Zong was at the time."

"This Linked-Poem Assassin is too terrifying. He is simply the nemesis of scholars like us! Demon Barbarians excel at head-on combat, and we have many ways to guard against them. But this assassin specializes in sneak attacks, impossible to guard against at every turn."

"Yet the most terrifying thing about this Linked-Poem Assassin is not his sneak attacks, but his skill at finding weaknesses. We have all studied the war poetry of past generations, but for merely Second Realm war poetry to