Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny novel Chapter 915

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 immersed 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 tremendous 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 overwhelmed 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 merely 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 same time, 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 come 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 volume! It’s just that the author has been impossible to verify due to the passage of time! 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 time.

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 shamelessness.

But just then,

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

Yao Chaofeng sneered, "You could say that!"

Xue An laughed.

"Do you see any other works in this ancient text besides this poem?" Xue An asked indifferently. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"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 shamelessly.

"That’s not what I mean!" 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 mean?" 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 dreamed 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 astonishment.

"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 time of ten counts. If you can’t come up with something by then, well... your head will say goodbye to your body!"

"So... please cherish your time!"