This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 182 A Crazy Batch

Xiao Xingchen, as if possessed, unleashed a torrent of curses upon everyone present. He immediately felt refreshed and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Xiao Jianren was so arrogant and domineering in his previous life. It turns out that this feeling of arrogance is so pleasant."

However, those who were insulted glared angrily, and even the people of Daqian stopped cheering. After all, this was Daqian's home ground, and insulting the contestants like this seemed a bit excessive.

Didn't you see Li Jinxian trembling all over, like a candle flickering in the wind, after being scolded? And the ones with the most unpleasant expressions were the Western Regions countries.

The young monk from Burning City remained calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard anything, but the others around him simultaneously became furious, like a powder keg that had been lit.

We did nothing, and you're already hurling insults at us like this. How can anyone tolerate that?

Arrogant—that was the first impression everyone at Xiancaitai had of Xiao Xingchen. This young man was extremely arrogant.

Huangfu Lingxue was puzzled and didn't understand why Xiao Xingchen had become like this. Although he was talented, his actions were putting him in a very dangerous position and were unwise.

Xiao Xingchen was clearly unconcerned about these concerns. After surveying his surroundings with a disdainful gaze like a sharp sword, he immediately began to write a poem.

While writing poetry, he didn't forget to continue stirring up hatred.

"It's just poetry, right? If I'm in a good mood, I can write you a hundred or two hundred poems without breaking a sweat. From now on, call me Xiao Shixian (Poet Immortal Xiao). Before me, all the poets in the world must bow their heads!"

He wrote a long, scribbled piece of calligraphy, which made the Fourth Prince grit his teeth as he watched. He thought to himself, "Brother, if you're going to be so pretentious, can't you go practice your calligraphy first?"

This was the first time he had ever seen someone write so badly, it looked like chicken claws scratching the ground.

"Alright, that 'Song of the Wanderer' was a trump card. This time I'll try something simpler, and I hope some of you can rival me."

Xiao Xingchen laughed wildly, looking every bit the smug little man, and then stood his poems upright.

Everyone was already staring at him, and when they saw the words on the white paper, a burst of laughter echoed throughout the hall like a thunderclap.

"Good heavens, I thought this was some kind of genius, but it turns out he's blind. This handwriting is the ugliest I've ever seen."

"My dog ​​writes a hundred times better than him,"

"He's truly a fame-seeker. This guy is just trying to show off. I bet he'll get a good beating later."

Even the common people of Daqian couldn't stand it anymore; it was truly unseemly.

Wu Xie's lips curled into a cold smile. Looking at the crooked handwriting, he didn't bother to read what it said and immediately launched into mockery.

"This is the one you hold dear in the Great Qian Dynasty? Even if I, Manghuang, am not skilled in calligraphy, I would never be able to write such disgusting characters. Your Great Qian Dynasty is truly unique. I admire you, I admire you. In terms of calligraphy, I, Manghuang, humbly admit defeat, haha."

The mocking laughter was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the heart of the Great Qian master, leaving him utterly ashamed and lamenting how humiliating it was.

If I had known that Xiao Xingchen's handwriting was so terrible, I would never have let him go on stage.

“My Great Li is ashamed to be associated with you. In terms of making a fool of ourselves, the Great Qian is the model for us. When I return to Great Li, I will definitely spread the word and tell the world how the Great Qian humiliates all the countries.”

Li Jinxian also spoke coldly, his face full of disdain and contempt. Yan Yi, however, did not utter any sarcastic remarks. Instead, she turned her gaze to the poem, and after piecing it together crookedly for a while, she seemed to have managed to cobble together a poem.

"Mother is south of the Yangtze River, son is north of the Huai River. When we meet again, we talk about our dreams, and we cry tears of joy as we hold each other's clothes."

She murmured softly, her brows furrowed, thinking to herself that although this man was arrogant and conceited, he was like a bright star, radiating dazzling light.

Protected by the Heavenly Sword, he now reigns supreme in the realm of poetry and literature, like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, leaving everyone else in the dust.

When did the Great Qian Dynasty produce such a brilliant and talented individual? Where did he come from?

Yan Yi's silent recitation was like a sharp sword, piercing through the clamor of the crowd and drawing people's attention to the content of the poem beyond the written characters.

"What a poem, what a poem!"

The crown prince was the first to shout, his voice booming like a bell, deafeningly loud, directly silencing the jeers from the entire audience.

He looked at Wu Xie and the others, whose faces had instantly turned ugly, with lingering satisfaction, and let out a hearty laugh, as if mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

"You're all right about one thing: when it comes to poetry, you really have to admit defeat. Based on this poem, come on, gentlemen, I'll give you time to deal with it properly."

Wu Xie's face instantly turned ashen; he never expected the slap in the face to come so quickly.

However, he would never admit defeat easily. His gaze, like a burning flame, swept fiercely behind him, and he shouted sharply, "Men, kill him!"

"Dali, all of you, get him! If you don't kill this arrogant bastard today, you're not coming back!"

Li Jinxian was shocked and furious, and at the same time, he felt a greater sense of respect for Xiao Xingchen. He had thought Xiao Xingchen was just an arrogant fool with no substance, but he hadn't expected him to actually have some real talent.

"Haha, come on! Today I'm going to write another ten or eight poems, and I'll make you all vomit blood before you leave! Someone, get me some more paper! I'm going to write another ten or eight poems, and I'll make you all completely convinced!"

Xiao Xingchen was unrestrained and arrogant, as if he had lost his mind and completely disregarded the occasion. He seemed to have been suddenly possessed by a demon, becoming crazy and irrational.

Because a normal person would never do something so absurd. Although his handwriting was ugly and messy, like chicken claws, it was still possible to vaguely make out what he had written.

While people from other countries were still racking their brains and pondering, he had already begun to write with great speed and fluency. In other aspects, Xiao Xingchen might not dare to be so arrogant, but when it came to writing poetry, it was simply effortless for him.

Before long, poems were being thrown out like snowflakes. With each one, he would yell at Wu Xie, "You idiot, hurry up and match them!"

This caused Wu Xie's killing intent to surge like a tidal wave, wishing he could tear Xiao Xingchen to pieces immediately. At this moment, his hatred for Xiao Xingchen was like a volcanic eruption, far exceeding that of the Fourth Prince. He didn't even bother to look at the Fourth Prince, which made the Fourth Prince furious.

However, at the same time, ancient poems began to fall like snowflakes, instantly stunning everyone.

Every time Xiao Xingchen composed a poem, someone would immediately copy it down as if it were a precious treasure and hang it in front of the stage.

This also allowed everyone to witness each of his poems in a timely manner. The Great Yan and Great Li, who originally had the desire to compete, had their fighting spirit vanish when they saw the exquisite poems being written, and were instead deeply shocked.

It is already difficult for an ordinary person to write a poem that will be passed down through the ages, but Xiao Xingchen's pen seems to have an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Every poem hanging here is a masterpiece, worthy of being praised for thousands of years.

This left others speechless, not even daring to think of catching up. They could only stare in astonishment at his endless stream of creations, until the entire "Teacher's Table" was covered with them, at which point he finally stopped, completely satisfied.

"Alright, that's enough. These poems are sufficient to deal with you. So, do you still dare to be arrogant now?"

A deathly silence fell. Everyone was stunned into silence, speechless with shock. Even Wu Xie, wanting to utter a few sarcastic remarks, couldn't find a single flaw to criticize in the face of these exquisite poems.

"How is this possible? How could anyone write so many masterpieces?" Li Jinxian's hands trembled, clenching tightly as if trying to control the turmoil in his heart. This time, they had been utterly defeated. They were powerless against these poems.

"What an amazing person! Xiao Xingchen, I'm becoming more and more curious about his background."

Shocked, Yan Yi scanned the crowd with her hawk-like gaze. When she saw the Crown Prince and the Eldest Princess looking surprised, she understood that this man's strength was being revealed for the first time, and even the Great Qian Dynasty had never seen it before.

Thinking of how the Heavenly Sword had protected its master, she got up and left without hesitation, because she knew that there was no need to look at this place anymore, and Xiao Xingchen's name would surely spread throughout the world like a whirlwind.

This second round of the competition for talent has undoubtedly become his for the taking.

This is a true prodigy, needing no further explanation. Just by standing there, she can attract everyone's attention like a magnet. Just like her, everyone knows that the outcome is already decided.

Xiao Xingchen's actions were like a blazing torch, pushing the Poet Immortal Gathering to an unprecedented climax.

So many masterpieces have already emerged from the Talented Scholars Platform, how dazzling and brilliant they will be at the official Poetry Festival!

At the same time, Xiao Xingchen was listed as the number one threat by various forces, and his other affairs attracted everyone's attention.

"Let's go. There's no need to come again until the third game."

Huangfu Lingxue also began to leave the scene, which was an absolute crushing force that no one could resist.

Xiao Xingchen wanted to continue his taunts, but when he saw everyone preparing to leave, he immediately objected: "Stop! Stop! Why are you all leaving? My show hasn't even started yet, why are you leaving? Hey! There's still a program! Don't go!"

"What a nutcase!" Wu Xie scoffed, blurting out the comment. He genuinely felt that Xiao Xingchen had something wrong with his head.

"What the hell? You dare to insult me?"

Xiao Xingchen would never tolerate him. He came here to cause trouble today, and now that everyone else has left, why is he still making a fuss?

Today's events have not yet reached the imperial palace. If we don't make a big fuss, how can we attract Emperor Wu's attention?

Emperor Wu suffered such a great loss at the Confucian Temple today, yet he chose to swallow his anger. How can this be allowed?

Since he's being used as a pawn, then this pawn should be stirred up quite a bit.

Everyone was puzzled by his reckless behavior. They all thought that he should have restrained himself after gaining an advantage, and why did he have to offend other countries so badly? Could he really bear the terrible consequences?