Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny IBWASFM Chapter 915 - 915 915 Winner Takes All Loser Pays with Their

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Winner Takes All, Loser Pays with Their Life! (3rd Update) Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Winner Takes All, Loser Pays with Their Life! (3rd Update) “This… how is this possible?” the middle-aged scholar whispered incredulously.

The other literary guests were even more visibly shaken with disbelief.

Even those utterly ignorant of literature could tell that this short piece was refreshingly lovely.

Let alone this group who had spent their lives imrsed in poetry and prose.

In their eyes,

Xue An’s work was light-hearted and lively, yet it harbored a hint of lonely desolation.

Such a piece, embedding emotion into the scene while using the scene to narrate the feeling, wasn’t just a matter of surpassing the middle-aged scholar’s poem.

It was about advancing the craft of Wing Chun poetry by a substantial margin.

It could even be called the best Wing Chun poem of the past three years.

This trendous gap in skill left the literati speechless, unable to utter a word.

Tang Sheng and his daughter Tang Ling’er were equally astounded.

Tang Sheng hadn’t expected this down-and-out youth to write such exquisite poetry.

While Tang Ling’er was overwheld with emotion.

Because she understood the poem.

Being a woman, her thoughts were naturally more delicate than others.

So in her eyes, this was not rely a Wing Chun poem, but clearly a man’s deep affection for his beloved.

Take the first two lines, for example.

The water is the cross of eyes, the mountains are the gathering of brows.

If not for a deep fondness for a woman, how could one compose such stunning phrases?

By now,

Tang Ling’er finally realized why Xue An had refused.

But at the sa ti, she felt a strong sense of defiance.

She questioned herself, convinced she was no less than anyone else, and she wanted to know what kind of woman could make Xue An so devoted.

The tenacity and confidence honed in the business world filled her with a determination not to give in.

She wanted to compare!

For she didn’t believe she would lose.

While the whole room fell silent,

Yao Chaofeng finally couldn’t contain himself any longer, stood up, and stared at Xue An with a resentful and jealous look, saying sinisterly.

“The poem is indeed good! But how co I feel that you didn’t write it?”

“Oh?” Xue An smiled faintly, “What makes you think so?”

Yao Chaofeng said arrogantly, “Because I happened to acquire a rare ancient book years ago, and I saw this exact verse in that battered volu! It’s just that the author has been impossible to verify due to the passage of ti! How then can it be your work?”

Many people looked at each other and then silently shook their heads at Yao Chaofeng’s words.

Even a fool could tell that Yao Chaofeng was making groundless accusations.

Such poetry would never easily be lost to ti.

And what about a rare ancient book? If it really existed, then shouldn’t Yao Chaofeng have been the one to produce such poetry long ago?

However, Yao Chaofeng held considerable sway in the Tang Family, and many were too afraid to speak out.

Only Tang Ling’er scoffed and said, “Oh? In that case, why doesn’t Mr. Yao produce this ancient book for us all to see, how about that?”

Yao Chaofeng didn’t even blink an eye, “How unfortunate it is that just before the New Year’s Eve, this ancient book was accidentally dropped into the fire and burned!”

“You…” Tang Ling’er was beside herself with rage, ready to directly denounce Yao Chaofeng’s shalessness.

But just then,

Xue An smiled faintly, “You’re saying I plagiarized?”

Yao Chaofeng sneered, “You could say that!”

Xue An laughed.

Yet when he looked at Yao Chaofeng’s smile, Yao Chaofeng felt a chill in his heart.

“Do you see any other works in this ancient text besides this poem?” Xue An asked indifferently.

Yao Chaofeng shook his head, “Of course not! Didn’t I say that the book is already incomplete? Many characters are already indecipherable, only this poem can still be vaguely made out!”

Xue An nodded, “Very good! This explanation is simply perfect!”

Yao Chaofeng was about to say sothing.

With a wave of his hand, Xue An spoke calmly, “I believe what you say, but what I want to say is… How will you explain the next poem?”

The crowd was startled at his words.

Could it be…

They saw Xue An take a step forward and recite softly: “Spring arrives not, touches the sight, tender bowels break asunder, beneath the steps scattered plums like chaos of snow, brushed off yet coat remains full.”

“Wild goose brings no ssage, the long road makes the dream of ho hard to complete, parting sorrow is just like the spring grass, farther step by step, yet continues to grow.”

A Qiupingyue, quickly ca to an end.

With that, everyone took a sharp intake of breath.

Another poem that in no way was inferior to the earlier ‘Pu Suanzi’ masterpiece.

For an ordinary literate person to write such a work in a lifeti would be enough to exhilarate.

But Xue An had done two such poems in just the ti it took to drink a cup of tea.

If this were to spread, it would certainly shock countless people.

As for Yao Chaofeng’s previous accusations of plagiarism…

They naturally fell apart on their own.

In reality, at this mont, Yao Chaofeng was staring blankly at Xue An, his facial expression changing uncertainly, and he was even making ‘gurgle’ noises in his throat.

He never expected that Xue An could turn the tables in such a way.

Xue An looked at him with a slight smile, “Now… what do you have to say?”

Yao Chaofeng gradually ca back to his senses and then, feeling both embarrassed and angry, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

“Hold on!”

“Hmm? What do you want? Even if you composed this poem, what can you do? What I’ve just said isn’t false!” Yao Chaofeng started to act shalessly.

“That’s not what I an!” Xue An revealed several pearly teeth, smiling ominously.

“I only want to remind you that I did say, this duel… stakes lives!”

“You… what do you an?” Yao Chaofeng’s face turned pale.

Xue An idly toyed with his fingers and said calmly, “It’s simple. If you create a poem that surpasses mine, I’ll let you go. Otherwise… you’ll forfeit your life!”

What?

Yao Chaofeng could hardly believe his ears and burst into a scornful laugh out of sheer rage, “Xue An, have you…”

He was about to say Xue An had lost his mind, otherwise how could he dare to say such a thing.

But before he could speak.

Xue An casually gestured.

A strand of sword light flew by.

The throat of the middle-aged literati standing to the side was slit open on the spot.

Blood gushed forth.

The middle-aged literati never dread that Xue An would truly dare to make a move, so with both hands desperately clutching his throat, he stared at Xue An with eyes full of terror, then his corpse slowly hit the ground.

At this.

All present were shaken.

While Xue An looked at Yao Chaofeng, who was now pale, and smiled faintly, “He just lost, so he died! Now… it’s your turn!”

Yao Chaofeng was deeply shocked, finally coming to his senses from his astonishnt.

“You… you… you really dare to kill?”

Xue An spoke indifferently, “Why not? Because I did say, the loser pays with his life! Now I give you the ti of ten counts. If you can’t co up with sothing by then, well… your head will say goodbye to your body!”

“So… please cherish your ti!”