All-rounder Artist

Chapter 1632: Chapter 1308: Can You Even Say That? (3)

With a thunderous boom!

The entire audience was astonished!

No, the whole world was astonished!

Chu Kuang actually revealed his sword so openly, completely disregarding his opponent, and letting Ling Kong choose the topic!

Yes.

Chu Kuang has indeed done something similar before, like letting netizens choose the topic, but that was across the internet, across time, across space.

Yet at this moment.

Right here on this high stage.

Chu Kuang dared to adopt such an arrogant stance, completely giving Ling Kong the power to choose the topic, a genuinely spontaneous creation!

“Oh my god!”

“This is Chu Kuang!”

“This is the true Chu Kuang!”

“Whether it’s one against nine or one against ten, this kind of invincible aura dominates the literature world today!”

“Fantastic!!!”

“The old rascal is too insane, he’s simply a madman!”

“Otherwise, why be called Chu Kuang? This person is so arrogant it makes your heart tremble, that’s his nature!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“He’s incredible, I’m crying, he’s so cool!”

“You haven’t even seen the old rascal’s face, and you already think he’s cool?”

“It’s not important. No matter what the old rascal looks like, his words can make me ecstatic!”

“Literary… love?”

“Pfft, maybe the old rascal really has that ability, even though he hasn’t written any explicit novels.”

“Although I know the old rascal definitely didn’t memorize ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ in advance, because there are too many words, he must have done some preparation, like drafting an outline, knowing what content he’ll write, but with the opponent choosing the topic, he has absolutely no time to prepare, and besides, the opponent asking him to write a novel, not a poem or lyrics, the difficulty is on a different level!”

Can Chu Kuang really do it?

…

The bullet screen was going crazy, the scene was even crazier!

Many people stood up, staring incredulously at the back of that figure, did this person know what they were talking about?

Letting Ling Kong choose the topic?

No restrictions on range?

And having to respond on the spot with literature?

Even people who don’t write books can imagine the difficulty!

Even the person who has always been silent, the current number one writer on Blue Star, looked both shocked and bewildered at this moment.

“????”

“Is this the charm of old rascal Chu Kuang? Even though I don’t know if he can do it, I truly admire him!”

“This boldness has already won.”

“If I were Ling Kong, I’d give up by now.”

“I can actually understand Ling Kong’s hesitation, but I don’t support him because, inevitably, there are geniuses in the world, otherwise, the world wouldn’t be as it is today.”

“Yeah.”

“The world is shaped by those very geniuses.”

“There are some existences in the world that make you wonder ‘are they even human?’ Chu Kuang and Shadow and that Fish belong to this category.”

“Hmm?”

“Speaking of which, that Fish really hasn’t shown up.”

“Perhaps not bothered, knowing their friend will definitely win.”

The crowd discussed.

The voices reached Ling Kong’s ears.

No one cared about Ling Kong’s reaction anymore.

However, Ling Kong couldn’t hear the surroundings at this moment, staring at that back, thoughts churning in his mind:

Provocation?

No, it’s not that.

This is contempt.

Complete and utter contempt.

Even though hating this feeling, not wanting to admit it at all inside, but looking up at Chu Kuang at this moment, Ling Kong couldn’t help associating him with a deity, looking down on everything condescendingly.

Is it to end like this?

To end with dignity?

But at this point, dignity is something I’ve already lost, what is there to fear, do you really think you can look down on me!?

“Fine, I’ll choose the topic.”

When host Anhong finally quieted the scene, Ling Kong spoke, his gaze turning blood-red.

“Quickly.”

Chu Kuang typed these two words, then after thinking, added: “I’m in a hurry to use the toilet.”

As soon as he said that.

The place erupted in laughter!

To be precise, global laughter!

Teacher Chu Kuang, can you actually say that!?

This is a live broadcast to the entire world, Chu Kuang old rascal!

But then, people realized the other layer of condescension in his words, settling you (Ling Kong) before using the toilet, perhaps that was the old rascal’s underlining meaning?

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PS: Some might find it ridiculous, Polluted White really did see an author write fifty thousand words in three hours; regardless of quality, the speed is terrifying, though the novel matches the world record typing speed, theoretically, it can be done.