Volume Two Two-Headed Dragon Kiki Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Seven
Chapter 197 Results (Part 1)
Seeing Gu Nansheng's failure, Mei Lin gritted his teeth slightly and tapped the armrest of the chair uneasily with his strong and strong fingers.
Hassan said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Gu has already scored an unprecedented 5,000 points in the first round. Even if he doesn't score any points in this round, our Dongcheng Enchanter Guild will still be number one, not to mention there is Feng Lao in charge."
Merlin nodded, took his hands off the armrests of the chair, and placed them flat on his knees, "There are still nineteen hours left, and Mr. Gu may not be able to finish."
Hassan looked at Gu Nansheng who was resting in the corner. The muscles in his cheeks contracted slightly, so that the face that was not young to begin with was completely wrinkled. "It's a bit difficult. Nineteen hours, even if you draw an ordinary picture,
The scrolls are all difficult, let alone deciphering and drawing. Besides, this failure also depleted Mr. Gu's mental energy to a certain extent. Although it is still sufficient, it is not as good as it was at the beginning."
Merlin stopped replying and turned his head slightly to glance at Siyou behind him without leaving any trace.
Siyou sat quietly on the seat, interlacing his fingers on the slightly spread skirt, and his slender knuckles moved unconsciously.
Needless to say, her eyes were always staring at the corner of the enchantment hall, so much so that Merlin didn't even notice her when he looked back.
Half an hour later, Gu Nansheng opened his eyes.
His mental energy was not consumed much to begin with, and after a short period of rest, he was basically adjusted to the best state.
There are still eighteen and a half hours, this will be Gu Nansheng's last chance.
Through the last failure, he has further understood what needs to be paid attention to when drawing the array diagram. This time he is 70% sure of success.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Nansheng picked up the formation pen again.
The magic pigments refined in advance were drawn out of the sky disk by the spiritual energy and fell on the tip of the painting pen.
Gu Nansheng's hand quickly moved across the sky disk, and the invisible spiritual energy ripples were stimulated, blowing away the fly ash of the scroll, like a blooming black lotus.
Gu Nansheng's fingers seemed to be dancing, and magic circle symbols quickly fell on the scroll.
Seeing Gu Nansheng's actions, Benson looked puzzled, "The technique is indeed beautiful, but logically speaking, it shouldn't be. With Mr. Gu's strength, he should have seen the mystery in this scroll. Could it be that he is too young?
Their experience is a bit lacking, they don’t have the keen sense of smell like Fengqi, and they don’t have a sense of picture, so they ignored the trap."
Luojia pinched the beard around his mouth and shook the chair he was sitting on slightly. "It is true that the scroll burned. This proves that he still did not see the trap in it. I also find it strange that this kid has an understanding of low-level formation diagrams."
He has reached the pinnacle, and even I don’t think he can reach it. Logically speaking, this kind of mistake shouldn’t happen. Just wait and see, there are still eighteen hours left, maybe this kid can come up with something special.”
Luojia said this and laughed at himself, "It's better that I didn't recognize him. I was disgraced by this kid last round. I can recover a little bit this round."
Benson smiled and said, "What do you think of August?"
Luojia said: "This boy August is quite smart. He didn't see the trap in the scroll at first. However, after seeing so many people failing, he realized something was wrong. I guess he has already thought of a way."
Benson glanced at Gu Nansheng again, "Everything will be revealed tomorrow morning."
No matter how many fireworks symbolizing failure exploded, no matter how frustrated the enchanters walked off the enchantment stage one by one, the passage of time did not change because of a moment of excitement or disappointment.
Seeing that there were more and more grains of sand under the hourglass and fewer and fewer grains of sand above it, Siyou's hands were held together tightly.
Level 4 enchanters such as Feng Lao, Jerome, and Berlin have already completed the competition, and even the scrolls completed by Feng Lao still shine with the rare light of the scroll...
The next morning, Augustus, who started late, breathed a sigh of relief and took out his final work. As soon as he completed the work, he turned to look at his biggest opponent-Gu Nansheng.
Seeing that Gu Nansheng was still lowering his head to draw, Augustus was obviously relieved.
Gu Nansheng seemed to have completely forgotten the time. Compared with Feng Lao and others who easily completed the competition, his face was obviously much paler. Sweat was flowing down his cheeks. It was obvious that he was mentally exhausted.
Performance.
"The time is almost up." Hassan looked at the hourglass for a while, and then at Gu Nansheng, whose mental power was obviously exhausted. "How could this happen? With Mr. Gu's mental power, he just drew a Broken Shadow Shrine scroll, even if he drew it continuously.
Even if it’s two, it won’t be consumed like this.”
"Maybe it's to speed up, so the consumption is increased." Merlin also didn't understand the operating principle of the enchanter's spiritual energy. He looked at the less than a handful of fine sand left in the hourglass and tapped messily with his fingers.
The armrests of mahogany chairs.
Siyou never said a word, just looked at her sweetheart quietly in the corner of the hall. In fact, since yesterday, she no longer cares about whether he wins or loses in this competition. Anyway, her father has basically escaped the danger of being at the bottom, so why bother?
To ask for more?
She suddenly felt that quietly watching him concentrate on doing something was the ultimate happiness in itself.
At 8:50 in the morning on the fifth day, Gu Nansheng finally reluctantly took out his final work. No light of the scroll appeared. He completed the drawing very low-key, without looking at anyone, and sat down to meditate while holding the enchantment table.
A few minutes later, as the last grain of sand in the hourglass disappeared, the second round of the Enchanter Competition, which lasted ninety-six hours, finally came to an end.
"Dang!" Benson struck the bronze bell, "The game is over, please take out the sky disk from the brocade box."
The enchanters complied one after another, and Gu Nansheng, who had just entered meditation, had no choice but to open his tired eyes again, stood up, opened the lead brocade box, and took out the two-foot-square sky plate.
Benson continued: "This is a specially made sky plate. A magic circle is drawn on it, which can detect the results of this competition. Now please crush the scroll, turn it into spiritual energy and sprinkle it on the sky plate. If you can make it
If the sky plate shines, it proves that it has passed the competition. The stronger the light emitted, the higher the similarity. Mr. Fengli, starting from you, before the test begins, please report what scroll you drew."
Of course, even if the enchanter does not report it himself, the type of scroll can be directly detected by the sky disk, but the audience will not know it.
Feng Lao groaned, opened his mouth that was a little dry from not drinking water for several days, and said slowly: "What I drew is the Shadow Shrine Scroll."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the synthetic scroll he had made. He exerted a little force with his old fingers, and the scroll turned into sparkling broken light and sprinkled on the sky disk. Half a minute later, the sky disk lit up with a dazzling light, like a mirror under the sunlight.
The light lasted for half a minute before slowly dimming.
Only some faintly shining magic circle symbols were left, and the traces of those magic circle symbols formed a number - 98.
Benson announced: "The fourth-level enchanter has ninety-six hours to draw a Shadow Shrine Scroll, with a similarity of 98% and a score of 1600 points. Since the light of the scroll appeared when the scroll was completed, it will be drawn again."
Add 200 points, and the total score is 1800 points."
Hearing this score, Merlin had a look of joy on his face, and Feng Lao was very proud in the second round. As a result, he was guaranteed to win the first place in this Enchanter Competition.
After Feng Lao, Jerome also crushed the scroll and sprinkled it on the sky disk. The light lit up again. The brightness was not inferior to Feng Lao, but the duration was shorter...
Benson announced: "The fourth-level enchanter Jerome spent ninety-six hours drawing a Shadow Shrine Scroll, with a similarity of 97.9% and a score of 1500 points."
The test continued, and the light inspired by the subsequent scrolls became increasingly dim, and their scores became less and less accordingly. As for Luo Xue, she failed to come up with the final product and gave up long ago. At this time, she was low
Sitting in the audience with his head bowed, his delicate little chin supported by his two little hands, he cursed everyone who passed the competition with his malicious eyes.
To her, even the faintest light shining on other people's heavenly disks looks so dazzling and annoying.
Finally it was August's turn. He clasped his fists and saluted all around, and said: "The Poor Ghost's Shield Scroll, please give me some advice, senior."
He confidently crushed the scroll in his hand. Although he knew that he could not compete with Feng Lao and Jerome, he was still confident after passing the competition.
The broken light of the scroll, like fireflies, slowly fell on the sky disk. After absorbing the broken light, the sky disk became hazy, like the halo of a luminous pearl in the darkness.
The halo lasted for about ten seconds, and then disappeared. Augustus shook his head with some self-mockery. Compared to Feng Lao, his achievements were really as good as those of fireflies and bright moons.
Benson announced: "August, a first-level enchanter, spent ninety-six hours drawing a poor man's shield scroll with a similarity of 94.9% and a score of 95. Considering that August is young and has little experience, it will be increased by 20 points."
% of the score, with a total score of 114 points.”
Augustus saluted again, "Thank you, His Majesty the Emperor, and thank you, Lord Benson."
Although this score is not high, it is enough to be proud of. Looking at the enchanters who completed the game, except for August, there is no one below level three.
After August, a second-level enchanter crushed the scroll into pieces with a bitter look on his face. The broken scroll turned into a stream of light and poured into the sky disk. There was no reaction for several minutes.
The enchanter shook his head in embarrassment, put away his array painting tools, and stepped down dejectedly.
The enchanters behind him learned the lesson, and in order to avoid embarrassment, they abstained one by one, until Gu Nansheng, whose test immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
August looked at his opponent silently, with eyes that could not tell whether he was uneasy or expecting.
Gu Nansheng completed this painting quite reluctantly and hastily. Even now, his face is pale, but even so, no one dares to look down on him.
After all, his performance in the first round was too dazzling.
