"Wait a moment!"
A calm voice suddenly rang out.
Chen Tao's expression instantly turned cold as he looked toward the speaker.
The one who had suddenly spoken was, of course, Hong Yu!
A calm smile graced Hong Yu's face, his eyes glinting with amusement and mockery. Chen Tao had waited for everyone else to finish their work before making his move, trying to create a shocking effect.
'And wasn't that my idea as well?'
Hong Yu smiled. "Your Majesty, I haven't had my turn yet. Why has the literary duel concluded?"
"Hmph!"
Chen Tao snorted coldly, glancing at Hong Yu with disdain. "Who the hell do you think you are? Don't tell me you actually believe you have a chance of surpassing me?"
"Heh, in the arts, there is no absolute first place. Not even the Zither Saint or the Poetry Immortal would dare claim that no one could surpass them. Who the hell do you think *you* are?" Hong Yu shot him a cold glance and sneered.
