There was already a huge crowd at the venue because the last round of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament was about to begin. It was also the round that tested the abilities of the scholars the most.
Even the students of Shen Nation and Gu Nation, who had lost, had already arrived. Only Jingguo had yet to arrive.
In the beginning, some people thought that the Jingguo students were arrogant and were putting on airs because they ranked eighth, but soon, Jingguo people got the news of Yan Zewei's disappearance.
Afterwards, the news spread in the venue and there was a flurry of discussion. Some people even cursed in the direction of the students of Gyeongo Academy, but the Gyeongo people in the venue retorted and both sides got into a heated argument.
"What a disgrace!" A furious holler sounded, followed by the golden word "silence" that descended from the sky and turned into rays of light that dissipated. The 100,000 people in the venue suddenly fell silent and those who were cursing couldn't make a sound no matter how hard they tried.
When the crowd saw that the Confucian scholar had used the power of "Profound Words", they had no choice but to shut up.
Be it the people of Gyeongo or those who were cursing the Gyeongo people, they were all infuriated.
Everything in the venue appeared on the screens of the Ten Nations, and there was an uproar in front of the Institute of Literature in Jingguo. The voices of people cursing Gyeongo were endless.
The Institute of Literature in Gyeongo was unusually silent. Apart from a few people who cursed while looking at the screen at the beginning, most of them were silent.
At this moment, Fang Yun led the rest of the students of Jingguo Academy into the venue.
The people on both sides of the road first turned their heads to look at them, followed by the people further away. Hundreds of thousands of people looked at them one after another like wheat in the wind.
There were nine of them.
All the sounds at the scene were drowned out by the Confucian scholar's Profound Words, but everyone seemed to have heard the heavy footsteps of the nine people. They could even hear faint sighs.
Apart from Fang Yun who looked calm, the rest had different expressions on their faces. Some were anxious, some were angry, and some were indifferent.
Yan Yukong, who was seated at the seats of the Gyeongo Academy, looked down and seemed to be thinking about something.
Xun Li looked at Fang Yun with a smile, and the viciousness in his eyes became more intense.
Half of the other Gyeongo students were in high spirits. Half of them had an ugly look on their faces.
Fang Yun and the rest had just walked to the seating area of Jingguo Academy when a light breeze blew past. Everyone knew that the Great Confucian had withdrawn the power of Profound Words.
A student from Gyeongo stared at Xun Li and asked, "Brother Xun, there's something I don't understand. Why hasn't Jingguo's Yan Zewei arrived? I'm afraid there's more to this than meets the eye. "
The rest of the students looked at this person in surprise. Fang Yun also looked at this student curiously and immediately remembered that this person was there when Shi Jun's first disciple participated in the Qixi Poetry Meeting. However, this person did not say a word that day. Fang Yun thought that he was an ordinary Jinshi. He did not expect that he was a Jinshi.
Qiao Juze said in a low voice, "It's Lu Guiyue. He was once Gyeongo's tanhua. His sharp tongue is extremely ingenious, and his essays are splendid. When you pretended to give up on the exam, he didn't write anything to insult you. He has a good reputation, but now he's suddenly making things difficult for Xun Li, a fellow countryman. Looks like he can't hold it in any longer. "
Fang Yun nodded. He nodded.
Xun Li's expression changed, and he looked at Lu Guiyue carefully with a sharp gaze. "Guiyue. How would I know about this!?! You're from Gyeongo, and your parents and relatives are all from Gyeongo. Don't make a mistake! "
"I understand." Lu Guiyue remained silent after saying that. It was as if nothing had happened.
A strange atmosphere was brewing in the air above the venue.
"You're a disgrace to all scholars!" Kong Deyu sneered.
"Refined scum, a beast in human clothing," Yun Xunsong said.
"Despicable!" Ma Yuan said.
A student from Gu Nation sneered. "We may be ranked eleventh, but we're not the most embarrassing. We should really thank someone. "
The anger in Xun Li's eyes disappeared in a flash, but his expression remained the same as usual.
As soon as the time was up, the host of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament walked onto the stage and said a few simple words. He then allowed the students of the nine nations to enter a door of light below the stage.
The students of the nine nations entered the door of light one after another and entered the third round, the literary world.
When the students of Jingguo entered the door of light, they instinctively turned their heads to look at the entrance. All the spectators also followed their gazes.
The door of the entrance was tightly shut.
After entering the literary world, Fang Yun looked around to see that it was a typical literary palace that was plain and simple without any fancy decorations. It was very similar to the place where the ten thousand books were read.
There were no bookshelves in front of him, only a desk with a large number of papers floating in front of it.
The white papers formed a sea of test papers, and any student who saw them would have a negative physical and psychological reaction.
The hands of the youngest, Cui Wang, trembled a few times but soon returned to normal.
Fang Yun's expression was still calm as he slowly walked towards the place marked with Jingguo tables and chairs.
Xun Li suddenly laughed and said, "Fang Yun, I didn't expect you to be so calm even though there are only nine of you left. It must be tiring to pretend like this, huh? Why don't you be like the others and be angry when you need to be? Anyway, you will lose to Gyeongo! "
Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, Lei Shisan from Jia Country said with a fake smile, "Jingguo is now missing one person. Nine people will answer ten people's questions, so the last person in the third round will definitely be Jingguo. Fang Yun, aren't you very good? Aren't you a fast learner? According to the rules, since you are missing one person, you can answer two questions by yourself! "
Xun Li laughed sinisterly and said, "Brother Lei, don't say that. Fang Yun is a top-grade scholar and he is very hardworking. It's only 2,000 questions. If you calculate carefully, there will be an extra question every seven breaths. If Fang Yun can finish his poem in one breath, it will be enough for him to finish."
Everyone calculated carefully and realized that seven breaths was the time for seven rapid breaths. That amount of time was not even enough for him to think about a moderately difficult question. Besides, even if Fang Yun had the literary heart, he couldn't use it from the beginning to the end as it would consume too much talent.
Fang Yun said coldly, "You two, don't be too full of yourself. Now that hundreds of millions of people in the Ten Nations are watching, if Gyeongo loses, I'm afraid you two will be embarrassed. Be careful not to lose your literary guts!"
"Hahaha …" Xun Li and Lei Shisan laughed out loud.
"Fang Yun is really crazy this time." Ma Yuan stared at Fang Yun in shock.
Kong Deyu said, "Oh no! Fang Yun, don't fall for their trick! You are now infuriated by them. If you are not careful, your literary guts will be shaken and it might even crack! This is not an ordinary place, it's the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. Billions of people are watching the light screen in front of the Institute of Literature. No one can withstand such a huge blow! "
Qiao Juze hurriedly said to Fang Yun, "If you lose to them in an ordinary literary heart, your literary guts won't be affected at all, but think about it, if you continue to hold it against them and embarrass yourself in front of billions of people, you will be criticized everywhere in the Ten Nations. Literary Name will completely collapse. Who can stand it? This is not the first two rounds, this is the last grand tournament that will determine the victory! "
Fang Yun said with an indifferent expression, "I'm not afraid of embarrassing myself because I've already tried my best."
After Xun Li finished laughing, a look of contempt appeared on his face. He said, "Fang Yun, Fang Yun, you originally had the chance to become a literary hero, but who would have thought that you would be so unbearable? You're about to die and yet you're still so stubborn! Today, everyone in Gyeongo will definitely go all out. I originally only wanted to beat Jingguo, but now it seems that I'll have to sacrifice your literary guts! "
When Xun Li said the last sentence, his face was extremely menacing and terrifying.
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