"I'll damn your lungs."
Looking at a few author friends he used to get along with pretty well, seeing them actually voting for The Number One White Under Heaven, Badao almost wanted to strangle him.
What next time, damn it! How many chances are there in a year to vote in Four Seas?
Vote next time. Hell, that would have to wait two years.
In fact, everything that happened in just these two short hours left Badao completely dazed.
'The Song of a Man'.
Is this the true strength of The Number One White Under Heaven?
He had read 'The World Slanders Me' before. Although he also thought that line was written very classically, he did not feel much beyond that. He believed it was just an accidental burst of inspiration. Asking him to write something like that again would be impossible. And he also believed that many of his own original works were quite classic too, just unlucky enough not to spread.
But after seeing this, 'The Song of a Man', Badao had already surrendered in his heart.
[In this world, the strong devour the weak; even with reason, it is still in vain.
Do not ask. A man has his own way of walking.
The way of a man is to be fierce. Benevolence and affairs cannot stand together.
A man's business is on the battlefield of slaughter. Courage like a bear, eyes like a wolf.
If born a man, then kill. Do not let a man's body wrap a woman's heart.
Men have never spared themselves. Even dying by an enemy's hand, they laugh as they accept it.
A hundred places of hatred and battle. In every place, willing to turn green with wild grass.]
Still feeling unwilling, Badao deliberately clicked into The Number One White Under Heaven's Four Seas declaration.
But the more he read, the more alarmed he became.
After a while, waves of jealousy surged again.
Poems like this, Badao asked himself, he could not write.
Especially one section of 'The Song of a Man', which shocked even him.
[Killing one is a crime. Slaughtering ten thousand makes a hero. Slaughter nine million, and you are the hero among heroes.]
What kind of talent does it take to write such domineering, heaven-shaking lines?
Could it be that my name is Badao, but he is the true Badao?
[See through a thousand years of benevolence and righteousness. Only seek to flaunt heroic might in this life.
I do not love good fame, only evil fame. Kill a million, and my heart feels no remorse.
Rather let ten thousand gnash their teeth in hatred than let none curse my name.
Look across five thousand years of the world. Which hero did not kill?
We hot-blooded men of this age, can we really lose to the ancients?]
The final line read, We hot-blooded men of this age, can we really lose to the ancients?
Seeing this line, Badao suddenly felt the later waves of the Yangtze pushing the former waves.
Although Badao did not think he was old. In the writing world, he was right at his peak.
But facing this, 'The Song of a Man', watching The Number One White Under Heaven's votes close in tighter and tighter, Badao let out a sigh.
He knew he had encountered a peerless genius.
This kind of genius was someone he could never contend with in his entire life.
He no longer looked at the Four Seas Ranking. He knew that soon, the number one position of Four Seas Pavilion would change hands.
"Badao, I told you before. Your number one position was never really stable."
Suddenly, Xishui, who had privately chatted with Badao earlier, sent him another message.
"Are you here to watch me make a fool of myself?"
"No, Badao, victory and defeat are common in war. What's there to laugh at? Besides, you haven't really lost, have you?"
"Xishui, my temper may not be great, but I will not cooperate with you. Asking me to brush votes, you are insulting my character."
"Badao, how much is character per jin. Why are you so stubborn?"
"This is just who I am."
"Badao, think about it. I just need one word from you. As long as you nod, I can help you snatch back the Four Seas Ranking position within ten minutes. And even if The Number One White Under Heaven gets more fans to vote for him, I can guarantee you first place."
"Many thanks, but if it's that kind of first place, what meaning does it have to get it?"
"You…"
"Alright, Badao. Since you won't brush votes, I won't force you. But Badao, there's something I don't know whether I should say."
"What is it. Say it."
"Actually, with your level, becoming a Level 8 author, even Level 9, is possible. But do you know why you're still only Level 7?"
"Why?"
"Because you're too weak."
"Weak? Haha. You say I'm weak?"
"Isn't that so? I know you've written over ten novels. Every protagonist is decisive and domineering. But you only wrote novels. The protagonist is just the protagonist; he is not you. Just like now, a newcomer has stepped on you, and you don't even have the will to keep fighting him. Honestly, Badao, I look down on you."
"Get lost."
"Hahaha, I will get lost. But even if I roll out of your sight, you, Badao, will still be a coward your whole life."
Bang. Badao slammed the table hard, smashing the keyboard in front of him with a single punch.
But that word 'weak' was like a curse, drilling into Badao's mind.
…
Time passed second by second, getting closer and closer to midnight.
The Number One White Under Heaven's votes finally caught up to Badao and surpassed him by over a thousand votes.
If this number held until midnight, then The Number One White Under Heaven would become the Four Seas Champion.
Still, many people kept their eyes fixed on the vote numbers, especially authors and readers who had long been waiting for the zero hour.
They knew that even if The Number One White Under Heaven was leading now, until the very last moment, no one could conclude.
There were far too many examples of last-minute reversals.
But tonight was destined to belong to The Number One White Under Heaven.
That 'The Song of a Man'.
That one line, a man ought to kill, became the star of midnight. Even a Level 7 god like Badao fell beneath his feet.
When the midnight bell rang, the data for The Number One White Under Heaven at Lingdian froze at that very moment.
The Number One White Under Heaven became the first Champion Scholar since the reorganization of Four Seas Pavilion.
"Congratulations, Brother White. Congratulations to you."
"That's right, Brother White. Congratulations. You're incredible. You even defeated Badao."
"I believe tonight's battle will definitely become a classic."
"This is a god slaying battle."
"Hahaha, with 'The Song of a Man' ringing in our ears, even the greatest gods must be slain."
"Brother White, after tonight, you'll become White God. Lingdian gains another godly seat. Please let me cling to your thigh."
The Striving Writers Group exploded with excitement. Many authors congratulated Huang Yifan.
"Thank you. Thank you, everyone."
Seeing himself become the Four Seas Champion, Huang Yifan was also incredibly excited.
In his previous life, he had flopped for far too long, never knowing what success felt like.
He never expected that after coming to this world, he would seize the title of Lingdian Chinese Web's first-ever Four Seas Champion in one stroke.
"If it weren't for everyone's support, I probably wouldn't have gotten this first place."
"That's not it. Brother White, we should be thanking you. It was your 'The Song of a Man' that ignited our blood and stirred the manly spirit of all readers. But Brother White, I think you should thank your book fans now. Tonight, your fans were unbelievably powerful."
Jiangcheng Yinan said.
"That's right, Brother White. Hurry up. It's best to create a TT group. You have no idea. Your fans went completely crazy tonight, pulling votes for you. Damn it, my own reader group was almost blown up by your fans."
Thirty-two also reminded Huang Yifan.
"Mm. Thanks for the reminder. I'll make a TT group now."
At Thirty Two's words, Huang Yifan smacked his forehead and hurriedly created a reader group.
White Jade Hall.
The book fan group was named White Jade Hall, matching perfectly with his pen name, The Number One White Under Heaven.
After finishing this, Huang Yifan quickly logged into the backend and posted a notice announcing the opening of the reader group.
Dark night, high wind. A night for killing.
Thank you all for tonight's support. To make it easier to communicate with everyone, Big White has opened a reader group 312101252. Anyone who likes it, come join. Oh, right, the reader group is called White Jade Hall. Enter my hall, and you are all brothers of my family.
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