A distance of a hundred feet can be reached in half a breath by the Liangming Ancient Sword, but a round trip takes more than a breath because turning requires slowing down.
When turning around, most people's speed was lower than one ding, and some even dropped to half a ding, otherwise they couldn't turn around quickly and had to fly far away. But when Fang Yun turned around, his speed was still above three dings, faster than the highest speed of everyone present.
Only halfway through the competition, Grand Secretary Guo looked at the light curtain on one side of the training ground and pointed with his hand. An extra number, one hundred, appeared behind Fang Yun's name and below the first score.
Ten round trips equals two thousand feet. Just after five breaths, the True Dragon Ancient Sword completed the entire journey and returned to Fang Yun's Wendan.
Many people today fail to complete even a third of their verbal battles.
A university scholar nodded and said, "Not to mention the previous Jinshi Sangu selection, even the previous Hanlin selection was not so fast. Peng Zouzhao is strong enough, but the speed of the naked sword is just over four rings. It seems that Fang Xusheng's sword is not only made of peculiar materials, but also must be different from others in the sword-pregnancy poem and the sword-opening poem."
"Indeed, in terms of speed, not only can the Hanlin No. 1 swordsman Peng Zouzhao not be able to compare with him, even ordinary university scholars cannot compare with him. Only first-rate university scholars can compare with him. However, his sword-drawing and turning speeds are obviously not as good as Peng Zouzhao's."
"This is normal. Peng Zouzhao has been practicing his tongue sword for more than ten years, while Fang Xusheng has been practicing his tongue sword for less than a year. Naturally, he is not as good as Fang Xusheng in terms of sword control. But he is only inferior to Peng Zouzhao and a few other first-rate Hanlin scholars. He is definitely better than ordinary Hanlin scholars. This alone is extremely amazing."
"This is the terrifying thing about Fang Yun. As a Jinshi, others have to practice for decades more to have a chance to compete with him. If you want to beat him, you must have a higher rank than him."
Soon, the first game was over, and the lowest scorer had 59 points, not less than 50. This made the great scholars and university scholars present very satisfied.
The examiner, Grand Secretary Guo, nodded slightly and said, "No one is under fifty. That's right. Talents emerge in every generation, and the new generation is better than the old. The strength of our human race has indeed been improving. For Jinshi, verbal sparring is the foundation, and the speed of verbal sparring is the foundation of the foundation. However, as long as the speed reaches a certain level, it will be fine. What is really important is the skill of controlling the sword. The second round will be a competition of sword-controlling skills."
Then, some red balls suddenly appeared in the sky in front of the scholars. Among these red balls, blue balls soon mixed in. Each ball was as big as a baby's fist...
Grand Scholar Guo said, "The second round of the test is to use your tongue to pierce the red balls you see as quickly as possible, but you must not pierce the blue balls. After the time is up, the more red balls you pierce and the fewer blue balls you pierce, the higher your score will be. The score is the same as the previous round, 100 is the full score, and 50 is elimination. Ready... Start!"
After Grand Scholar Guo called out "start", Fang Yun felt the world in front of him change. The space in front, behind, left and right suddenly widened. He and the scholar next to him were originally ten feet apart, but now they were more than ten feet apart.
Fang Yun immediately released the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and the golden little sword started to attack the red ball like a golden lightning bolt, stabbing, cutting, or chopping.
Fang Yun did not stab one by one blindly, but first memorized the positions of all the balls, and then found a line with more red balls, let the True Dragon Ancient Sword cut all the red balls on a line in one breath, and then cut the ones on other lines.
Ten breaths later, the number of small balls of the two colors suddenly increased, as densely packed as plums in a frame, and there were more and more blue balls, so Fang Yun had to slow down.
After another ten breaths, all the small balls moved irregularly in the air, up or down, passing by or colliding with each other. It was a chaos. It became very difficult to hit the red ball or avoid the blue ball. Fang Yun's sword speed slowed down again.
After thirty breaths, all the small balls went crazy, and began to fly around at a speed close to Yiming's, like a dance of demons, dazzling the eyes.
Those candidates were confused and quickly turned their heads away, while those university scholars and great Confucian scholars only stared at Fang Yun.
“It’s really extraordinary.”
Among the densely packed red and blue balls, the golden True Dragon Ancient Sword was like a spirit creature with eyes, constantly attacking the red balls and avoiding the blue balls.
After a hundred breaths, the two colored balls disappeared, and all the scholars including Fang Yun felt tired.
Grand Scholar Guo nodded and said, "Well, not only did Fang Xu Sheng break the red ball better than the strongest Jinshi in history, but he also didn't break a single blue ball!"
Many Jinshi looked at the light curtain on one side of the parade ground, on which everyone's scores appeared. Fang Yun's score in the first round was 100, and his score in the second round was still 100, ranking first.
"Three of you have scores below fifty. Please go back."
A Jinshi saluted and said, "Sir, verbal sparring is only one of the Jinshi's methods. I am not talented, but my Juren war poem has entered the third realm, and its power is equivalent to that of Hanlin war poems. I may not be inferior to Jinshi who are more skilled in verbal sparring."
Grand Scholar Guo was not angry either, and said, "If you are not convinced, go back to the stairs and watch. If you still have objections after the essay competition, I will answer your questions."
"Student obeys your command!" The scholar hurriedly stepped back and left the competition venue.
Then, a wolf head appeared thirty feet away from each person.
Scholar Guo looked at everyone and said, "The third round is even easier. You use your tongue to attack the wolf head. The faster you break it, the higher your score. This wolf head has three layers and needs to be broken three times. Let's start!"
More than two hundred verbal spears flew towards the blue wolf head in front of them.
The wolf's head was only one foot high. Fang Yun used the "combo" technique without hesitation. The True Dragon Ancient Sword instantly hit the center of the wolf's eyebrows. After just a moment, the green wolf's head cracked open.
The crisp clicking sound startled dozens of people reading nearby. Although they should not be distracted by the game, they still instinctively looked towards Fang Yun and the wolf head.
Then the surface of the green wolf head cracked, forming a black wolf head.
"What a terrifying True Dragon Ancient Sword..." Every scholar felt a tightness in their hearts, because they all knew the strength of the Blue Wolf Head. They tried their best but could not leave any trace. Fang Yun broke it in one breath. The gap was too big.
The green wolf's head didn't move, but the black wolf's head was different. It began to fly around at Yiming's speed, which was much more difficult than before.
Three breaths later, people began to smash the green wolf's head one after another.
Seven breaths later, Fang Yun smashed the black wolf's head.
The surface of the black wolf head shattered, revealing the silver wolf head. This silver wolf head was even more special, and began to teleport in front of Fang Yun, constantly changing angles without any pattern. Once hit, it would immediately teleport to another place, and Fang Yun could no longer attack in the same place, and could only attack again and again.
This time, it took Fang Yun thirty-six breaths to defeat it and look at the ranking light curtain.
The third game also scored 100 points, firmly ranking first.
Then, the fourth game begins, where you attack a wall with war poems. The faster you break it, the higher the score you get.
Ordinary writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of everyone. Fang Yun sighed softly in his heart. All his strange items were useless here. This battle was about the realm of war poetry. His strongest war poem of the third realm, "Dream Battle in Wind and Rain", was very powerful, but this war poem was strong in using the power of strange wind and weak water. Without strange wind and weak water, the actual killing power would be very average.
not to mention…
Fang Yun looked at some old scholars, some of whom mastered the Four Realms War Poetry! .
(To be continued…)