In the first round, five people were eliminated imdiately.
At this mont, Yu Jing felt considerable pressure.
After the second round, there might be only one person left... him.
With only one person left, how should he handle the final contest...
Earlier, when Yu Jing spoke with Dean Tianyi, he held onto so hope, saying he aid to surpass Qiling Academy.
To strive to take a step forward.
But now, even maintaining fourth place would be fortunate...
"Fellow classmates, I hope everyone can hold on a bit longer. We don’t seek to achieve the best results, but at least surpass Hongtai Academy.
They are participating in the competition for the first ti this year. If we can’t even win against them,
this embarrassnt... I can’t bear it!"
When Yu Jing spoke these words, he showed a bit of anger.
"No matter what, at least don’t let it be just entering the third round.
Fellow classmates, let’s encourage each other."
After finishing, Yu Jing did not say more and closed his eyes to ditate.
By the stand, Shen Ye walked leisurely to Madam Shen’s side.
"Choosing Mountain Sea Academy was the right move. Look at all the students today. It’s your Mountain Sea Academy’s students who are the most capable.
One by one, none of them even wavered.
Unlike that Tianyi Academy, which relied on luck to make it through~"
Madam Shen smiled, feeling comfortable seeing Shen Han not asure up to Shen Ye.
"Perhaps in the second round, that rebellious Shen Han might take a wrong step and fall down."
As she spoke, her old face turned toward Shen Ao beside her.
"You should watch closely, child. Shen Han only has this much strength, and it’s not worth losing your pride over being intimidated by him."
Madam Shen gently reassured Shen Ao.
Shen Ao, seeming to have gained so confidence, nodded slightly.
Hearing this, Shen Ye shook his head instead: "I actually hope Shen Han can pass the second round. If possible, I would like to exchange a few moves with him."
Hearing Shen Ye say this, Madam Shen nodded with satisfaction.
"I originally wanted you to beat down Shen Han’s arrogance properly.
But after thinking, I realized he isn’t even worthy of competing with you, Ye’Er.
But now that you have brought it up, teach him well this ti.
Look at Ao’Er now; there is not a trace of pride left from before.
Take this opportunity to restore a bit of confidence for Ao’Er."
Shen Ye nodded, but not for this reason.
What he wanted wasn’t to teach a lesson but to destroy Shen Han.
As Mr. Luo Zuchen said, Shen Han was a bit too lucky, always turning misfortune into blessing.
If he continues to grow and surpasses , will I regret it by then...
By that ti, could he possibly contend with for the Shen Family?
I’ve been designated as the successor of the Shen Family because of my talent, my potential.
In everyone’s eyes, I’m destined to enter the Immortal Realm in the future.
Such strength naturally qualifies to control the Shen Family.
But if Shen Han also has this capability, what if he’s half stronger than ? What then?
Would the Shen Family people still see as the successor?
A cold-hearted person trusts neither their own feelings nor those of others.
In Shen Ye’s view, if he weakens, the Shen Family’s high-ranking mbers will surely change their stance.
But Shen Ye will not allow such things to happen.
After Noon, there were no more delays for the second round; it began imdiately.
Just like the first round, they stood on a beam, withstanding the pressure of the mighty.
But the second round was not that simple; while resisting the pressure, they also needed to hold a brush to paint a picture.
The painting couldn’t have obvious ink spots or unfit curves.
Even if they withstood the pressure well, if the painting was too poor, they were considered eliminated.
Near the start of the competition, the much-disliked Luo Zuchen surprisingly appeared.
Dean Tianyi’s brows furrowed, preparing to scold at once.
The Imperial Court had already decreed that Luo Zuchen should be confined for three months before being allowed out; it’s only been a few days?
"Everyone, please don’t worry. Our dean has promised His Holiness.
Mr. Luo is only here to observe the competition and will not act against protocol in any way.
Moreover, after the competition concludes, he will imdiately be confined again.
We hope everyone can understand Mr. Luo’s care for the students.
If any issues arise, our Mountain Sea Academy dean will take full responsibility and willingly accept punishnt."
Anticipating many questions, a servant from Mountain Sea Academy stepped up to explain before others could say a word.
The servant spoke quite politely, but Luo Zuchen wore a proud look, even casting a sharp gaze at Shen Han.
1:00 PM had arrived.
The second round of competition officially began.
The students all stepped onto the beams.
A tutor from Mountain Sea Academy walked on air, distributing paper and pens to each student.
Behind them was a waterfall, with its rapid river water splashing everywhere.
While holding their pens, everyone had to ensure their paintings weren’t splashed by the river water.
On the Mountain Sea Academy side, Shen Ye lightly waved his hand toward the rushing river water ahead.
He murmured softly, "Cease."
With just the utterance of a single word, the swift waterfall, upon flowing toward the Mountain Sea Academy students.
Instantly beca calm, not a single droplet was visible.
The onlookers watching couldn’t help but feel a bit astonished.
To know, that waterfall isn’t still.
Calming a pool of water is not difficult, many practitioners could have that capability.
Yet this wasn’t a pool, it was a constantly flowing river.
To calm the river required precise control, being able to continuously suppress the river water.
Students from the other academies were sowhat envious.
Turning their heads toward their academy’s strongest...
But not everyone was like Shen Ye, not everyone had that level of skill...
All they could do was turn their back to cover the splashing droplets from the waterfall.
Lost in these thoughts, they were faced again with the heavy pressure.
rely withstanding the pressure was extrely difficult, let alone creating a painting under it.
For many students, even holding the pen beca hard, not to ntion composing a picture.
The pressure deepened continuously, and so students couldn’t hold onto their pens; their materials fell directly.
Though their bodies didn’t fall, they were deed eliminated.
The intensity of the second round’s pressure was mostly at the level of Sixth Grade Half-Step, no further escalation was needed.
But this ti, the pressure not only bore down on people but also affected the beam under their feet.
So students’ beams broke beneath them, causing them to fall directly.
This second round of competition demanded not only enduring the pressure but also resisting it, to stop one’s beam from breaking.
Shen Han wasn’t worried about this.
If the beam underfoot was indeed to break, he could simply pluck out a note with the [fortified] word and toss it, thus there was no concern.
His hand wielded the pen, starting to create on the paper.
Shen Han wasn’t trained in the calligraphy technique, and the art he produced couldn’t be described as good-looking.
However, it was clear to see, Shen Han’s hold on the pen was steady, without a trace of ink blot.
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