Chapter 47 (1/2)
Chapter 47: The Lines of A Knight
While Qingqing and Jian Pu were chatting, Ye Feihong confronted this million-arrow-like move. He was obviously struggling since the Arrow Qi was almost invisible. He could feel it but could barely see it. At one point of time, he could only dance with his longsword to create an airtight s.p.a.ce, blocking every incoming Arrow Qi. However if it was compared to Jian Pu’s single swing, Ye Feihong’s was evidently more energy consuming.
At this moment, Fang Xinghan was already casting the third move!
“I am the nine heaven’s royal writing brush,” a giant brush that had a diameter of around fifty feet charged towards Ye Feihong!
That brush was travelling at a very slow speed. However, Ye Feihong who was located in the middle of the pavilion felt that it was impossible to dodge. He had no other choice but to reluctantly face it. The longsword in his hand once again elongated to thirty feet long. He slashed downwards at the direction of the humongous brush.
“Kaboom!” the sound of thunder resounded. “Urgh!” Ye Feihong retreated for thirty steps, leaving two streams of deep gullies and finally managed to stand steadily. His face turned extremely pale and spat a mouthful of blood out.
At this moment, Fang Xinghan raised his head and recited the last line of the poem. “The sky determines victory and failure.”
After three moves, Ye Feihong was defeated. Fang Xinghan obviously showed him mercy. Otherwise, Ye Feihong would not have been able to remain standing.
Ye Feihong grasped his fists with hatred as the blood in his heart formed a billow, greatly injuring him. After taking the three moves, the flow of True Qi in his body became chaotic. He may have to enter seclusion training for six months to recover.
However clearly Fang Xinghan did not make his move just to punish Ye Feihong. His true aim was to…
“Xiaobao ah,” Fang Xinghan looked at Hong Xiaobao and said kindly, “How were my moves? Were they impressive? If you enter my Saint Academy, I will pa.s.s on what I learnt in my entire life to you! How is it?”
So he made his moves just to recruit Hong Xiaobao! Ye Feihong could not hold back anymore and spat out another mouth of blood.
Just as everybody thought Hong Xiaobao would certainly agree, Hong Xiaobao threw a sentence which killed Ye Feihong in a split second, “NO! Your poems are weak as f.u.c.k. I can read out a better one anytime. Ye Feihong almost got knocked out by the shock. Fang Xinghan and Zuo s.h.i.+xian almost vomited blood…
After listening to what Hong Xiaobao said, everyone including Ye Feihong looked like this: O_O”
The Head Teacher of Saint Academy Fang Xinghan’s poems are weak as f.u.c.k? Even Qingqing and Jian Pu were astonished. This Hong Xiaobao was so rebellious! Even Fang Xinghan wasn’t able to enter his sights!
Looking at everybody’s facial expression, Hong Xiaobao knew that n.o.body would believe what he said. He wanted to show everybody what he could achieve. At that time, Hong Xiaobao shouted, “Bring me a brush and paper!”
In a short while, the guards had prepared what he needed. Hong Xiaobao picked up the writing brush and dipped it into blank ink. The brush danced on the paper. Very quickly, Hong Xiaobao wrote one third of the poem. It was Li Bai’s ‘Ode to Gallantry!’
“Ode to Gallantry!”