When they saw the young man leading the Japanese group, Wu Wenshan's expression changed drastically.
Subsequently, they exclaimed in unison, "It's him, Sato Seiichi. When did he come to China?!"
"It's him, Sato Seiichi. When did he come to China?!"
Even Wu Wenshan's gaze froze.
"Sato Seiichi, it's Sato Seiichi. Oh my god!"
Some of the onlookers recognized him one after another, and they could not help but scream in disbelief.
Even Cang Shuxue was no exception.
Li Erguo, who was behind Li Yongmin, could not help but ask, "Ms. Cang, who is this Sato Seiichi?"
Ye Chen and Li Yongmin looked at Cang Shuxue at the same time.
Cang Shuxue took a deep breath in and looked at the Japanese young man with her beautiful eyes, "Sato Seiichi is the youngest genius artist in Japan. Rumor has it that he started painting at the age of four and comprehended the art dao at the age of eight. When he was ten, his works caused a sensation in Japan.
"It's said that when this young man was 11, he challenged Japan's Art Saint, Ishikawa Ichiro. Then …"
At this point, she suddenly paused, and her face turned pale.
The little fatty rolled his eyes, "Then what happened? Ms. Cang, tell us. Are you trying to make us die of anxiety? "
"Rumor has it that this young man created a Hell's Map of China during the competition. Art Saint Ishikawa Ichiro only took a glance at it and was unable to extricate himself."
Cang Shuxue paused for a moment and said with an unnatural expression, "When everyone realized that something was wrong and tried to wake Ishikawa Ichiro up, they realized that Ishikawa Ichiro was already … dead!"
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but it spread to every corner of the competition hall. Everyone could not help but have goosebumps when they heard that.
"He died after taking a look at his painting? That's impossible! "
"It's true. A friend of mine in Japan mentioned this to me. Later on, Sato Seiichi became the youngest Art Saint in Japan. It's said that his paintings can make people hallucinate."
A woman in luxurious clothes stammered.
Everyone could not help but look at Sato Seiichi in disbelief. Their eyes were filled with fear.
Master Wu had finally met his match!
At the same time.
A young man in a suit slowly walked out from behind Sato Seiji.
The man nodded at everyone politely. He then looked at Wu Wenshan and said in the purest Chinese, "Kazuhiko Inoue greets the Chinese Art Saint, Master Wu."
"Mr. Inoue, why did you bring your men to me today?" Wu Wenshan looked at him expressionlessly. To be precise, he looked at Sato Seiichi, who was behind him.
Kazuhiko Inoue smiled warmly and said, "The person behind Inoue is Japan's new generation's Art Saint, Mr. Sato. Mr. Sato has long heard of China's Art Saint, Master Wu. Therefore, he traveled across the ocean to China personally to exchange Art Dao with Master Wu."
This person was very eloquent. He was clearly here to cause trouble and settle scores, but when he spoke, it became an exchange of painting paths.
"Impudent!"
Before Wu Wenshan could speak, an old man behind him stood up and berated, "Mr. Inoue, what kind of person do you think our Grandmaster Wu is? Is it something that can be challenged at will? "
"That's right. It's fine if you want to challenge us, but you have to say it in advance. We'll fight after we confirm the date of the match. How can you be so reckless? As expected of a barbarian country! "
Another person voiced out his refusal.
These people were all big shots in Jinling's art world. Their purpose was to challenge Wu Wenshan too suddenly, and he was not mentally prepared. If he did not perform well, it would be China's face that would be ruined.
After all, the other party was someone who had defeated an Art Saint!
"But our visas are about to expire. We have to return to China by tomorrow morning at the latest. I wonder if Grandmaster Wu has time today?" Kazuhiko Inoue frowned.
"No, get lost. I'll beat you to death if you ask again!"
Many of the onlookers cursed out loud.
Kazuhiko Inoue's expression was a little ugly. He turned around and said something to Sato Seiichi behind him. The young Art Saint, Sato Seiichi, led everyone out. It seemed that he was planning to leave.
When he reached the door, Sato Seiichi stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked at Wu Wenshan and the rest. He grinned disdainfully, "The Chinese are a bunch of losers who don't dare to accept the challenge!"
At the end of his sentence, he even gave them a thumbs up.
As soon as he said that, everyone at the scene went into an uproar. Countless people rolled up their sleeves and wanted to rush forward to stop them. There were even people who kept throwing things at Kazuhiko Inoue and the rest.
On the other hand, Sato Seiichi was not afraid. Instead, he became even more disdainful!
"Wait!"
Wu Wenshan, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said in a powerful voice, "Since you guys want to fight, then let's fight. I'll accept your challenge!"
Although he did not want to fight because he was afraid of Kato Seiichi!
He had no choice but to fight!
That was because he knew that if he let the Japanese leave, negative news like he, the Art Saint, Wu Wenshan, did not dare to accept the challenge would spread on the internet soon. It might even escalate to a matter of national dignity.
"Very good!"
Sato Seiichi revealed a smile.
Following that, the staff of Jinling Art Museum discussed with Kazuhiko Inoue and the rest. They unanimously decided to set the venue of the competition in a wetland park opposite Jinling Art Museum.
Half an hour later.
Almost everyone gathered in the wetland park. As far as the eye could see, it was extremely crowded with hundreds of people.
Sato Seiichi and Wu Wenshan stood on an empty space in the wetland park. There was a man-made lake beside them. It was autumn and winter, and the lake water was cold and motionless, as if it was stagnant.
"May I know which of you will go first?"
The few big shots from the art world who were selected to be the judges looked at each other and asked.
Just as Wu Wenshan was about to speak, Kazuhiko Inoue took a step forward and said, "Mr. Sato feels guilty for suddenly visiting Master Wu. In order to express his apology, he has decided to go first!"
After saying that, he clapped his hands. Immediately, two Japanese men opened their backpacks and took out a wide and long canvas. The two of them grabbed one end of the canvas and opened the blank canvas like a white wall.
After all the preparations were done …
Sato Seiichi took a step forward and closed his eyes after taking a deep breath. At the same time, he picked up the brush and kept waving it on the canvas. His movements were as smooth as flowing water.
The entire place was silent.
Everyone widened their eyes and paid close attention to everything, afraid that they would miss any detail. Even so, they could not help but be agitated.
"He's actually painting with his eyes closed!"
"Oh my god, how is that possible? I can't see anything with my eyes closed. What if I draw wrongly?"
Many people exclaimed in their hearts.
They looked at Sato in a different way.
He was an expert, an absolute expert!
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