The Xun family was infuriated by Fang Yun's words. Not only did he mean that the Xun family would lose, but they would lose ten rounds in a row. They had no way to refute him. After all, Fang Yun had been merciful and saved Xun Gang's life.
The people who came with Fang Yun were secretly laughing. Fang Yun was usually amiable, but once he fought, the Xun family was no match for him.
After Xun Gang was carried away, Sheng Province's Magistrate immediately said, "You people from Jingguo are very busy. We Gyeongo people naturally understand, so we have to speed up the competition and send you back to Jingguo as soon as possible! The third round begins! "
"Xun Luo greets Fang Zhenguo." A middle-aged High Scholar with spirited eyes walked over, eager to start the competition.
Fang Yun returned the greeting. "Greetings, Brother Xun. Please propose a ban." Fang Yun was already too lazy to talk about the format of the competition. As long as the Xun family was not stupid, they would not challenge him to a battle of wits. Even though he did not reveal the extent of his Qi of talent, because he had once defeated a High Scholar from Jing Country, the Xun family would not challenge him unless they had someone with a particularly strong Qi of talent.
As one's talent increased, the number of ways to compete would increase as well. Even the four arts could be included. Using talent as an example, Fang Yun could only use talent in Jiang Province. Now that he had become a High Scholar, he could use his talent to compete.
Fang Yun looked at Xun Luo quietly, wondering what the Xun family would do next. The Xun family had tested him in the first round and used Xun Gang in the second round. If the Xun family was smart, they would definitely change their strategy for the third round.
"I choose the poetry competition. My proposal is to only use the High Scholar battle poems from the Holy Temple," Xun Luo said.
Fang Yundao said, "This proposal is invalid because I have not learned any High Scholar battle poems from the Holy Temple."
Xun Luo immediately smiled apologetically. "I see. Ignorance is bliss. I hope Fang Zhenguo will be magnanimous enough to forgive me. In that case, my new proposal is to only use the new High Scholar battle poems."
Fang Yun didn't believe Xun Luo's nonsense at all. Xun Luo's previous proposal to ban was obviously a test. On the other hand, the formal proposal of a ban was much more interesting. He did not immediately propose a ban. Instead, he pondered for a moment and figured out the Xun family's strategy.
The Xun family's delaying tactic had failed, and they had also failed to restrict Fang Yun's original poem. Hence, they had resorted to a method of rapid depletion. Increasing the speed of the literary battle was one of the reasons. Now that they were forcing Fang Yun to use a High Scholar battle poem instead of an Elementary Scholar battle poem, they were forcing him to expend even more of his talent, energy and literary heart, regardless of how powerful Fang Yun was. Continuously using Wen Xin to write High Scholar battle poems would cause one's condition to deteriorate.
"Why? Is Fang Zhenguo not in a hurry to return to Jingguo?" Xun Luo asked with a smile.
"If it's a civil war between the two countries, with each person having a civil war, there's no problem with your suggestion. However, according to the rules of the Notre-Dame, if a person were to challenge a province or a country, the other party had the right to refuse if the proposed ban exceeded one condition and the intention was to exhaust the other party's talent. The reason why I didn't object to the ban in the first round was because I'm a province of civil war. I gave in a little. However, this is the third round. Since you're limiting the use of 'High Scholar battle poems' and 'new works', I can't agree to that. "
The smile on Xun Luo's face finally disappeared. He pondered for a moment and said, "You're right. Then I suggest changing the ban to a civil war where only High Scholar battle poems are allowed."
Fang Yun smiled. Since the other party had made such a choice, he could decide whether to use 'new works', 'old works', 'my own works', or 'someone else's works'.
Fang Yundao said, "My suggestion is that we use our own battle poems."
Just like that. The two of them could only use their own High Scholar battle poems or old works. Fang Yun did not need to think of new battle poems, so it would consume less energy.
"I agree."
Then, the two of them requested the help of the Holy Temple. A transparent light barrier appeared for the third time.
Fang Yun had a high-grade work, so he immediately wrote 'Dream Battle in the Wind and Rain'.
Lying in a lonely village, I don't mourn for myself, I still think of guarding the Wheel Platform for the country. Listening to the wind and rain at night, Iron horses and ice rivers enter my dreams!
The original treasure light and the legacy treasure light appeared.
Without the weak water, the battle poem's power was mediocre. Without a large amount of water, the power of the cavalry was limited. However, when Fang Yun used this poem, not only did it have two layers of treasure light, it could also use the power of literary courage. In a situation where the other party did not have a defensive battle poem, this battle poem could be said to be invincible.
Moreover, Fang Yun could control the number of cavalry in this battle poem, so it consumed less talent. Another strong point was that the position of these cavalry could be chosen within twenty feet.
The poem was completed in one breath. Ten cavalry made of water holding ice spears appeared out of thin air and surrounded Xun Luo who was sixty feet away. The ice spears were pointed at Xun Luo's head.
And now, Xun Luo had only recited half a battle poem.
The chill was bone-piercing. Xun Luo almost thought that he had been stabbed to death for nothing.
"I admit defeat!" Xun Luo simply surrendered. His face was a little pale. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.
Xun Luo knew that he was here to deplete Fang Yun's power, but he still had a sliver of hope that he could beat Fang Yun. But the reality was too cruel. Not to mention defeating Fang Yun, not to mention making Fang Yun expend more energy, he could not even finish half a battle poem. This was simply a great humiliation.
Fang Yun won the third round.
Everyone in Gyeongo was dumbfounded. Although Fang Yun had won previously, it seemed that he was only stronger than his opponent and did not overwhelm him. But this time, it was a merciless crushing. Xun Luo did not have the slightest ability to fight back.
If the two of them were in a battle of words, a battle of life and death, Xun Luo might have died before he could even say the words "I admit defeat".
"Impressive! This poem actually has a legacy treasure light. Our human race's High Scholar can learn a new battle poem! There's no need to think too much about this poem. If it's near water or in a storm, its power will definitely multiply. "
"You people who have entered the Holy Ground are not surprised at all. It seems like you have all seen Fang Yun use this battle poem."
"Not only have we seen it, but our lives have also been saved by this poem," Li Fanming said. The big rabbit raised its paw to show that it had also saved its life.
The Xun family had been very confident before, but now that Fang Yun had won three consecutive rounds, and each of them had been decisive, some people began to sigh.
"A legacy battle poem. Sigh, I …" The person who spoke had a look of regret on his face.
"This, forget it. Let's not talk about it."
More and more Xun family members felt uncomfortable. They did not know what to do.
Any battle poem that could be learned by others would be a great contribution to the human race. Moreover, these High Scholars would all learn it. Perhaps it could save their lives at a specific time. Anyone could oppose Fang Yun, but to learn Fang Yun's poem for free and hope that Fang Yun would die, no one with a shred of humanity could do it.
Not only did the Xun family's mentality change, the attitude of the nearby Gyeongo people also began to change. The people at the front spread the news to the people at the back. More and more people knew that Fang Yun had written a battle poem that could be passed down for generations.
"Fang Yun cannot die." A young Gyeongo man could not help but say.
"Not only can he not die, if our Gyeongo people injure him, how can we have the face to learn his battle poem in the future? It's just one poem now, but what about in the future? "
"The battle poems in the Holy Temple are enough for us to study for a lifetime. One or two more battle poems is nothing."
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