Blind painting! "
Wu Wenshan, who was his opponent, also saw this scene. He could not help but feel a stir in his heart, "This is blind painting. I thought that no one in this world could do it. I didn't expect it to actually exist!"
For artists!
Eyes were too important!
Because art needed eyes to capture it!
Therefore, among the famous artists in the world, almost no blind person could become an artist. Without eyes, how could they sketch and color?
Sato Seiichi's challenge was even more difficult!
There were hundreds of people present. As long as any one of them made a sound, it might disturb him and disrupt his rhythm. Most importantly, Sato Seiichi's canvas was close to five meters long and one meter wide. It was too difficult to materialize what he had in mind!
It was like a blind man living in his own home. He was very familiar with every piece of wood, brick, and tile, but if he was placed on a busy street, he would not be able to move an inch.
"This guy is truly a monster!"
Looking at his methodical rhythm, Wu Wen Shan's heart was extremely flustered. Tiny beads of sweat flowed down his face. "This old man has a great reputation. Am I going to fall here today?"
Even he was like this!
Moreover, the few big shots of the Jinling art world who were the judges were already dumbfounded, as if they could not believe what was happening before their eyes.
At that moment, no one dared to make a sound!
They were all shocked by Sato Seiichi!
Even Mengmeng, who was in Ye Chen's embrace, was no exception. She watched the scene with her eyes wide open.
"Spiritual power?"
No one noticed the smile on Ye Chen's face, "He's clearly an ordinary person, but he has spiritual power that's three times more powerful than ordinary people. No wonder he became famous when he was young. No wonder he dared to paint with his eyes closed. No wonder he dared to be so engrossed!"
Spiritual power was something that could not be seen or touched, but everyone could feel their own spiritual power.
Spiritual power could be understood as energy, heart, spirit, focus, perception, intelligence, and even perseverance!
Take the show The Strongest Brain for example. Strong contestants could compete under the pressure of thousands of spectators. This required a lot of focus, perception, and deduction ability.
Sato Seiichi's spiritual power was obviously much stronger than theirs.
More than 20 minutes later!
Sato Seiichi put away his brush and slowly opened his eyes, "It's done!"
Everyone couldn't help but look at the nearly five-meter-long canvas.
Just this one glance had caused him to sink in!
Hell's Map!
Sato Seiichi had drawn Japan's Hell Map, also known as the Ten Realms Map. This kind of map was originally carved on stone statues and walls as murals. It required the painstaking efforts of countless craftsmen.
But now, it had been completed by Sato Seiichi on the canvas!
Moreover, his painting included the Hall of Hell, the Bridge of Helplessness, and the 18 levels of hell. It could be said that this Hell's Map contained everything that a person had to experience after death in the netherworld.
Countless emotionless and pained souls wandered in the painting. Countless shocking and cruel punishments seemed to be vivid in their minds.
"Ghost! There's a ghost!"
Someone screamed and fell to the ground. That person looked at the painting in horror. "No … Don't pull out my tongue …"
"Don't come over!"
Another blood-curdling scream rang out. Another person seemed to have gone mad.
"Magistrate, please spare my life, please spare my life, I won't dare to do bad things anymore, I have money, I … I can give you a lot of money …"
"…"
In just a few breaths of time, almost all the hundreds of people present had fallen into Sato Seiichi's Hell Map. All sorts of expressions appeared on their faces. Some stuck their tongues out, some rolled on the ground, and some even jumped into the artificial lake and shouted not to be put into the frying pan.
Even Cang Shuxue, Li Yongmin, and his son, who were next to Ye Chen, were no exception. The three of them were shaking like a sieve.
"Daddy, what's wrong with them?"
Mengmeng widened her eyes in confusion. These uncles and aunties were fine earlier, so why did they become like this now?
"They're all hallucinating!" Ye Chen shook his head lightly.
Mengmeng was getting more and more confused, "But why are daddy and I fine?"
"That's because you're my darling. How can you be affected by a mere hallucination?!" Ye Chen smiled. Subsequently, he lifted his hand and patted Cang Shuxue and the other two on their shoulders.
The three of them jolted and snapped back to their senses. Cang Shuxue staggered and said while still in shock, "Mr. Ye, ghost. I saw a ghost. It's so scary!"
"It's just an illusion. You guys are fine now!"
Ye Chen smiled.
Blech!
Wu Wenshan's eyes went blank for a moment before he spat a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back.
"Illusion!
This painting can actually give people illusions! "
When he looked at the Hell's Map again, his eyes were filled with fear, as if he had just experienced something terrifying.
He raised his eyes and sized up the people around him who were hallucinating. He sank his energy into his dantian and shouted, "Wake up now! What are you waiting for?!"
Bang!
Everyone shuddered in shock. When they looked around again, they realized that what they saw had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by all sorts of ugly scenes. They could not help but feel ashamed.
Only then did they realize that they had fallen into an illusion. Even so, they still did not dare to look at the Hell's Map again!
Sato Seiichi saw everyone's reaction, and a trace of disdain flashed across his eyes. Subsequently, he said to Wu Wenshan, "Master Wu, it's your turn!"
"There's no need to compete!"
Unexpectedly, Wu Wenshan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Sato Seiichi looked displeased, "Why? Are you going back on your word, Master Wu? "
"No!"
Wu Wenshan sighed softly, "You've already reached the stage of Painting Dao Soul. I admit defeat, so there's no need to compete anymore!"
The moment he fell into the illusion of the Hell's Map.
He knew he had lost!
Painting Dao Soul!
This was what he had been pursuing all his life!
He did not expect a foreign young man to do it!
Thinking to this point, he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant!
As soon as he finished speaking.
The hundreds of people who had woken up in the surroundings cried out in disbelief. They did not expect Master Wu to admit defeat before he even started painting.
Especially after falling into the illusion, they felt that they had made a fool of themselves. They hoped that Wu Wenshan would win. That way, they could regain some face.
On the other hand, the few big shots from the Jinling art world moved their lips, but they did not say anything in the end. Sato Seiichi's Painting Dao had reached a level that they could not touch.
Hearing Wu Wenshan's words, the Japanese, led by Sato Seiichi, cheered.
"Master Wu!"
Kazuhiko Inoue adjusted his glasses and looked at Wu Wenshan while shaking his head slightly, "Before we came to China, we all said that China was full of talents and that their Painting Dao was extraordinary. However, to be honest, we're very disappointed now!"
Wu Wenshan closed his eyes in humiliation.
At this moment, he was no longer as calm and carefree as before!
"That's all there is to China. They don't deserve to be called a big country!"
Another Japanese sneered.
As soon as he said that, everyone was furious. Cang Shuxue and Li Yongmin subconsciously clenched their fists. They wanted nothing more than to charge forward and argue with him, but they were powerless.
"Why? You're not convinced? "
The Japanese young man from before had a mocking smile on his face, "The strongest artist in China has already been defeated, and he admitted defeat on his own accord. Apart from gritting your teeth at us, what else can you Chinese people do?"
"This is just like how you almost lost back then!
"You can only roar at us like a coward!"
As soon as he finished speaking …
The eyes and hearts of the Chinese people were burning with flames!
Anger!
The anger of being humiliated!
The anger of being humiliated and being unable to retaliate!
"I'm now a sinner of China!"
Wu Wenshan closed his eyes in shame.
"This is going too far!"
Cang Shuxue gritted her teeth in anger.
Her pretty face was flushed red from excitement, "If only someone could stand out and defeat them now!"
In fact, more than one person among the hundreds of people present had the same thought as her.
However, everyone knew that it was impossible!
After all, Wu Wenshan, the Art Saint, had already been defeated!
"Let's go!"
Sato Seiichi shook his head slightly and turned to leave.
At that moment, a calm voice resounded, "A mere barbaric country has slapped China in the face, and you want to leave just like that?"
…
(p: Chapter 2, there's one more chapter. Recently, there's a new round of anti-pornography and illegal publications. All supernatural books with the word 'ghost' in their titles have been taken off the shelves and renamed. Another six chapters of this book have been censored. They can only be released after they've been edited. So, there's another six chapters missing.
(End of this chapter)
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