The moment she said that, the entire audience went silent.
The referee was a little stunned.
The residents were also shocked.
[Although I think that the young miss will definitely win the medical competition, but in terms of martial arts … … ordinary people can't compare to the students taught by Lord Ta.]
[Is she sending herself to death? I don't understand.]
[The martial arts competition was originally the last round, after all, if she broke her hand or got injured in the arena, there would be no way to compete in medicine and art.]
Everyone knew how important a pair of hands was to a doctor.
"Young miss, the rules of the competition are that the martial arts competition must be the last round." The referee's expression was serious, "It can't be changed, because art and medicine both require a healthy body."
Ying Zijin nodded slightly and smiled, "In other words, if I win another round, I can compete in martial arts?"
"This … …" The referee choked and could only look at Xi Luo, "In theory, it's possible, but it still depends on Miss Xi Luo's intentions, after both sides agree, it can only be done."
Xi Luo wanted to refuse.
She was now a hundred percent sure that last night's attack was blocked by Ying Zijin.
She still didn't know how she blocked it.
But it was clear that Ying Zijin was here to suppress her today.
However, because she was anxious, she said something that she shouldn't have said.
Now that the entire city's residents were looking at her, if she refused, it would seem that she had a guilty conscience.
"Sure!" Xi Luo suddenly looked up and sneered, "Let's compete first, then compete in martial arts, but the premise is that you can win."
"En." Ying Zijin lazily said, "You choose, what do we compete in?"
"Compete in instruments!" Xi Luo gritted her teeth, "Let's play a song together, whoever beats the other, wins, the instrument of choice."
She definitely couldn't compete in medicine with Ying Zijin.
Otherwise, she would be the one to lose face.
She had already lost two rounds, this round, she definitely couldn't lose.
The Sage Empress' musical attainments were extremely high, she had also studied for a long time.
The level of music appreciation in the World City was far from what the Seven Continents and Four Oceans could compare to, she didn't believe that Ying Zijin could beat her with a song from outside the city.
Hearing this, Jiang Ran held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at it. "It's over. This is an idiot."
At the side, Caesar shrugged and agreed. "Indeed."
Among the artists he had sponsored centuries ago, other than Ying Zijin, there were only a few music masters she had consulted in the field of piano.
She couldn't guarantee anything about other instruments, but no one could beat her on the piano so far.
"Yaoyao plays the piano very well." Su Wen was not worried and smiled. "I haven't heard the live version yet."
The butler clenched his fists. "Miss is definitely the best!"
On the stage.
The knights had already placed all kinds of musical instruments on the table.
Shiloh chose a harp. She glanced to the right and saw the girl sitting down at a piano.
He smiled contemptuously.
The piano was too ordinary. What kind of tricks could it play?
Ying Zijin tried two notes and raised her head to look at the second floor.
He met Fu Yunshen's gaze.
He curled his lips and asked silently, "How is it?"
"It doesn't feel as good as the one you gave me."
The two of them communicated with their lips, and no one else noticed.
The referee took a step back and raised his hand. "The third round of the competition, art, begin!"
"Dong, Ding Dong –"
The familiar prelude sounded, and the first note overshadowed Shiloh's harp.
Fu Yunshen slowly raised his eyes and chuckled, "'Holy War' …"
It was one of the three pieces that made Vera Hall famous, and also the most difficult piece.
The first act of the song was quiet and gentle, like spring water brushing past, gurgling.
But when it came to the second act, the piano sound reached an explosive peak.
"Dong Dong!"
Every sound hit one's eardrums.
The climax of this sonata easily pulled people into the world depicted by the music.
Rebellion suddenly rose, and war was about to break out.
Light and shadow intertwined on the black and white battlefield, surrounded by ruins.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes drooped slightly as he pressed his head. The broken scene in his mind flashed crazily at this moment.
"'Holy War'." Caesar touched his chin. "It's a pity that boss is just playing and only wrote three songs. This' Holy War 'is my favorite."
Jiang Ran's face stiffened as he slowly turned his head. "What … what did you say?"
"Vera Hall." Caesar looked at him strangely. "Haven't you heard of it? It seems like you're not very good at history. "
Jiang Ran: "…"
He had heard of it.
But wasn't that a famous person from a few centuries ago?!
Oh no, his worldview had collapsed again.
The arena was also silent.
The piano music and the harp music were intertwined, but no one listened to what Shiloh's music was. They even forgot that there was such a person.
All eyes were focused on the girl.
When she played the piano, she was like a bright star, glowing and attracting everyone's attention.
[F * ck, f * ck! However, I'm uncultured, so I can only express it like this.]
[What kind of divine song is this? Does it have a name?]
[This can't be compared to the song from the New Year's Ceremony, right? I'm dumbfounded.]
The 'Sacred Song' from the New Year's Ceremony was composed by the Sage Empress herself.
Shiloh's hand that was plucking the harp strings was trembling, and her face gradually turned pale.
Every piano note was hitting her eardrums, making it impossible for her to concentrate on plucking the strings.
He had completely lost in terms of momentum and was completely crushed.
When the second climax suddenly arose, another high note spun out from under the girl's fingers.
"Dong!"
"Slash —"
Shiloh seemed to have collapsed. Her hands suddenly stopped and directly broke the strings of the harp, letting out an ear-piercing cry.
However, Ying Zijin was not affected by her. Her slender fingers were still jumping on the keyboard.
It wasn't until the last note fell perfectly that she finally stopped playing.
The end of 'Holy War' ended with a heavy tragedy, and the shock it brought was incomparable.
After the sonata ended, for a full five minutes, the campaign field was still deathly silent.
Shiloh's face was as pale as paper, and her mind was buzzing.
What was Ying Zijin's background?
Was there anything in this world that she didn't know?!
[That's it?]
[Did Shiloh learn loneliness from the Empress in the Sage Courtyard?]
[To be honest, this play is not as good as my friends at the Academy of Music.]
[I'll whisper, with the young miss's performance ability, even if the Empress came in person, she might not be able to suppress it.]
There was no need for the referee to announce who had won this round. It was already very clear.
Shiloh's votes fell crazily again.
After being filled with three zeros, her support rate dropped to 20%.
There was no need to compete for the rest of the competition.
"The young miss has already won three rounds, so the election can be considered a win." The referee hesitated for a moment, then said, "So it's fine not to compete in the last two rounds. In order to save time, we can ask the sages to vote in the final round."
"I haven't studied in the Sage Courtyard, and I don't know any sages." Ying Zijin raised her head. "That's why I need to participate in the election."
Shiloh's eyes lit up when she heard this.
Not bad.
Ying Zijin was not from the Sage Courtyard. Even if the Sage Chariot cast a vote, it was only one vote.
And behind her stood at least three sages.
How could Ying Zijin compare?
However, the next sentence brought Shiloh back to his original form.
"That's why I need to compete in two more rounds, so that the sages can pay more attention." Ying Zijin yawned, her tone without any fluctuations. "This is an opportunity, I can't give it up."
Jiang Ran: "…"
He, Papa YIng, was seriously lying and deceiving people again.
The referee subconsciously glanced at Shiloh, but there was no way to refute.
In addition to the city's live broadcast, Sha Luo also set up such a rule before the election.
As long as one side didn't agree, the election couldn't be suspended.
The purpose of this was to make it easier for Shiloh to crush Ying Zijin, and it was best to cripple Ying Zijin in the arena.
But who would have thought that this rule would restrict Shiloh from serving Ying Zijin?
The rules were listed on the W network, and they couldn't lose the hearts of the people just for Shiloh.
The knights withdrew their musical instruments and raised the arena and protective shield in the center of the election field.
Ying Zijin moved her wrist, took off a hair loop, tied her long hair into a ponytail, and slowly walked onto the arena.
Shiloh took a deep breath and clenched his fingers.
She had learned how to fight from Lord Tower and had even eaten Magician's alchemy medicine.
Her physical strength couldn't even compare to those genetically modified people.
Calm down.
She would definitely win.
The referee raised his hand again. "The fourth round, martial arts, begin!"
As soon as this voice fell, Shiloh immediately exploded and fiercely attacked the girl, attacking her vital lifeline.
A cold glint flashed through her eyes as she sneered, "Then let's compete in martial arts."
Ying Zijin crossed her arms and stood still.
Just as Shiloh's attack was only an inch away from her, she moved.
It was just a simple elbow strike, but his movements were fierce and ruthless.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Two clear sounds were the sounds of bones breaking.
Shiloh's knees were hit hard, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.
She didn't even have time to react before she was sent flying by the impact, crashing into the protective shield.
The surroundings instantly fell silent. "…"
Ying Zijin's phoenix eyes drooped slightly.
She looked at Shiloh on the ground and said coldly, "Get up."
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