Chapter 102 You Wrote This?

As they spoke, Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng were already standing in the center of the crowd.

The two of them were less than a hundred feet apart and their eyes met.

Tension appeared in the air.

“Give me the brush!” Wei Lingfeng waved his right hand, and the huge brush flew up and into his hand.

Everyone looked at it carefully. The brush shaft seemed to be made of a special metal.

From the deep hole that the brush had created in the ground, everyone was certain that this pen was at least fifty kilograms.

As for Bai Junqian and the others, they recalled that Wei Lingfeng’s brush was a spirit artifact with extraordinary power.

Fan Shengzhou didn’t dare to hesitate and hurriedly activated the true essence in his body to take out the spirit artifact brush he carried with him.

“Give me the paper!”

The two of them shouted at the same time. Two pieces of white paper flew out from the school in the distance and floated in front of them.

“Please go ahead!”

“Please go ahead!”

According to the rules of the literary world, before the official competition, everyone in the literary world had to bow to each other. After the two of them finished this process, they held brushes in their hands and wrote on the white paper.

In less than five seconds, the two of them had finished writing.

Then, they swung their right hands, drew out a stream of spiritual energy, and threw the paper to the ground in the distance.

Bang! Bang!

After two loud bangs, the two pieces of paper smashed an inch deep into the ground.

After Bai Junqian measured the depth with a special ivory ruler, he said,

“Teacher and Senior Wei both made a one inch deep dent. It’s a draw!”

The fifty thousand disciples of the Three Kingdoms Academy were all secretly excited.

They thought to themselves, as expected of a quasi-Saint taught by the Consort.

His strength was already on par with the established literary giant, Wei Lingfeng.

Fan Shengzhou was also extremely excited.

If not for the Consort’s guidance, he would have suffered a crushing defeat in front of Wei Lingfeng in the first match today.

Wei Lingfeng frowned. He hadn’t expected Fan Shengzhou to be a quasi-Saint.

“This old fool has really made a breakthrough by hiding here for two thousand years.”

“No wonder he dared to establish this cross-country academy.”

Wei Lingfeng took a deep breath.

He had suffered countless hardships for today’s competition.

He was confident that he could completely crush Fan Shengzhou in the following rounds.

“Continue!” Wei Lingfeng roared and formed seals with both hands while the spiritual energy in his body surged frantically.

“You’re talented and you can destroy countries with your literary sword!”

After he and Fan Shengzhou said these two words at the same time, their bodies erupted with a golden light.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light transformed into two long swords that were over 10 feet long and floated in front of the two of them.

The two swords were formed from countless profound words with the naked eye. They were filled with an insufferably talented aura.

Bai Junqian and the others, as well as the fifty thousand disciples, were shocked.

As expected of a literary sword condensed from a quasi-Saint. The sword energy was awe-inspiring

“Slash!”

Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng roared at the same time and swung their swords at each other.

Bang!

The sword energy shattered.

Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng’s swords were completely vaporized.

But Fan Shengzhou’s sword had broken a little earlier.

“Haha!” Wei Lingfeng laughed loudly. “Fan Shengzhou, your literary cultivation is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, you’re still slightly inferior!”

Fan Shengzhou nodded slightly. “Your improvement is indeed shocking. I never expected that the scholar I easily defeated back then would become so powerful.”

Wei Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said, “This is the power of revenge! Without experiencing such a huge humiliation, you won’t understand how determined I am!”

Fan Shengzhou pondered for a moment and looked up. “I haven’t lost yet, so you don’t have to be too smug.”

Wei Lingfeng’s gaze was aggressive. “In this final round, I will let you see how great the difference between us is.”

Literary God was the most important and most difficult segment in the literary competition.

Condensing Literary God required not only an extremely profound literary cultivation, but literary talent and incomparable endurance were necessary. In the past, Wei Lingfeng had only been at a slight disadvantage in the first two rounds.

During Literary God, he lost miserably. He remembered very clearly that Fan Shengzhou had instantly condensed two colors of star radiance.

However, even after expending all his strength, he still couldn’t condense any starlight.

This sort of disparity was simply a chasm that was impossible to surmount for literary figures.

Fan Shengzhou said in a low voice, “I’ll do my best to prove that you’re not that strong!”

“Hmph!” Wei Lingfeng snorted coldly and didn’t say anything else. Instead, he frantically mobilized the true essence and talent aura in his body.

Phew ~

A dazzling purple light shot into the sky from his body. Then, red, yellow, blue, and golden divine lights flashed with purple light.

After the five colors mixed together, they transformed into starlight that filled the sky.

Five-colored starlight illuminated the ground.

“Five-colored starlight! Only two colors away from the seven-colored holy light!”

“As expected of the continent’s number one literary giant!”

When they saw Wei Lingfeng’s five-colored starlight, Bai Jungian and the others marveled sincerely.

Fan Shengzhou revealed an incomparably grave expression at this moment, and he also activated the true essence and talent aura in his body with all his might.

Hu –

After the purple light appeared, only two colors, red and yellow, surrounded it.

“It’s just three-colored starlight!”

Seeing this, Bai Jungian and the others shook their heads.

His teacher was a newly advanced quasi-Saint and was still inferior to Wei Lingfeng.

Wei Lingfeng waited for a moment and couldn’t help but reveal a look of delight when he realized that no new color had appeared in Fan Shengzhou’s body.

“Fan Shengzhou, you still lost!”

“How you won against me back then is how I will win against you today. You have nothing to say now, right?”

He instantly felt relieved.

Only by completely crushing Fan Shengzhou would he be the rightful number one literary giant on the continent.

In fact, even the literary world of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm respected him.

Fan Shengzhou nodded happily and was about to bow.

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“In literature cultivation, the accomplished are respected. Your attainments are indeed higher than mine. Please accept my…”

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Junqian hurriedly shouted, “Teacher, wait!”

Hu ~

The three-colored star radiance condensed by Fan Shengzhou suddenly shattered and turned into countless tiny lights that were even more colorful.

Everyone looked up.

The star radiance that originally had three colors was now seven-colored and dazzling.

A mysterious seven-colored holy light connected the star radiance to the stone tablet of the academy for a long time.

“Seven-colored holy light!”

At this moment, the smile on Wei Lingfeng’s face froze. “How could you have reached the Literature Saint Realm?”

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the seven-colored holy light.

On the stone tablet, there were two extraordinary phrases.

One can’t attain high ideals without simple living!

One can’t achieve lofty aspirations without a peaceful state of mind!

“You wrote this?” Wei Lingfeng looked at Fan Shengzhou in shock.

Just these two sentences were enough to show how talented he was.

He was certain that the person who could write these two lines was definitely a literary saint rarely seen in the world!

At this moment, Fan Shengzhou, Bai Junqian, and the others also came to a realization.

It turned out that the seven-colored holy light emitting the light of a Saint wasn’t produced by Fan Shengzhou, but by the words written by the Consort on the stone tablet.

“How can I have the ability to write such a peerless work?” Fan Shengzhou hurriedly shook his head and looked at Lin Xuan. “The Consort is the literary saint of the world. This is all his work!”

“The current Literature Saint?”

Wei Lingfeng hurriedly looked at Lin Xuan.

It turned out that the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort wasn’t only a prominent figure, but was also a talented literary saint!

This…

He actually showed off in front of the literary saint. Even if he won, what was there to be proud of?

Speaking of which, the Consort had become a literary saint at such a young age.

As a person who had lived for thousands of years, he had been determined to take revenge. He had suffered greatly to reach the quasi-Saint level.

What right did he have to show off and be smug in front of the Consort?

With the Consort around, there was no place for him, Wei Lingfeng, in the peak of the literary world!

With this in mind, Wei Lingfeng hurriedly put away his brush, straightened his clothes, and quickly walked to Lin Xuan and bowed. “I failed to recognize your prowress. Please don’t blame me, sir!”

He specially emphasized the word “sir” to show his respect.