Make a move
"It's too late now that I've just started drawing."
"It's probably just a dying struggle..."
Everyone looked down on Xia Ming. How could a nobody like him compare to Luo Jia, the eleventh place winner of the previous Magic Warrior Tournament?
Xia Ming started drawing, he seemed to have thought about what he wanted to paint, the magic was suddenly revealed, his strokes were extremely stable, and his speed was even a few points faster than Luo Jia.
This made Luo Jia, who had been paying attention to Xia Ming with her peripheral vision, pause for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed across her face - this kid was indeed skilled, and judging from the moment he started writing, his control over magic might not be inferior to hers!
But Luo Jia's face quickly turned into a cold smile, hum, no matter how strong your control over magic is, you will lose! Luo Jia was very confident in the Thunder Eagle he had drawn, this was Luo Jia's most skilled magical drawing, he had drawn the Thunder Eagle at least hundreds of thousands of times, every use of magic was just right, from the beginning it was destined that Xia Ming would fail!
Luó jiā doesn't believe it, this little newborn can surpass himself in this aspect!
Xia Mingke didn't have the energy to understand Luo Jia's thoughts, he was now fully focused on his own painting. Although magic painting required very little actual drawing skills, almost only needing to control magic power to create patterns with magic, Xia Mingke was unusually serious, even meticulous.
"Hmm, this kid isn't bad either."
Everyone is also closely watching Xia Ming, whispering to each other and finding that Xia Ming is actually not bad either.
Just now still felt Xiaoming's dying struggles disappeared, replaced by more regret.
"What a pity! No matter how well this kid paints, it's definitely inferior to Luo Jia's painting of the Thunder Eagle!" Someone had already shaken their head and sighed. Luo Jia had used his strongest work, so no matter how brilliant this kid was, he was doomed to fail.
Tang Ge was even more indignant: "Brother Xiaoming is indeed capable, but Luo Jia is too cunning. Ah, I hope Brother Xiaoming can also draw his best subject and tie with Luo Jia."
Tang Ge felt that a draw was already the best outcome, as for Xia Ming winning, Tang Ge didn't have any hope.
Su Weiwei also furrowed her delicate eyebrows, although she had only met Xia Ming twice, but she understood that the young man in front of her was not an impulsive person, but what could he use to counter Luo Jia's painted Thunder Hawk?
Not only could Su Weiwei not think of an answer, but neither could anyone else in the room.
"Look, Luo Jia is almost done painting!"
Luò jiā at this time indeed had almost completed the painting, his eyes fixed on the work he was painting, the magic brush lightly touched and brushed again, completing the final touches.
Looking at the painting he had drawn with all his might, Luo Jia smiled contentedly. He knew he had thoroughly won, although the means were not very glorious, but being able to win was what mattered!
"Everyone, I've finished, please enjoy."
As she spoke, Luo Jia picked up the painting and presented it before everyone's eyes.
Suddenly, waves of suppressed exclamations of surprise spread throughout the scene.
Under the deep blue sky, a flying eagle with spread wings, sharp eyes and strong flapping, the whole painting conveys a majestic momentum, as if it's about to soar into the sky.
This painting is extremely vivid, with the Thunder Eagle soaring high in the sky and its every detail fully displayed. The eagle's expression and every part of its body can be seen clearly, and each feather is meticulously painted. This shows that Luo Jia's control over magic has indeed reached a very high level, and this painting is truly a rare masterpiece.
Luó jiā's confident smile, even among the many Lei Ying paintings he has created, this one is the most outstanding, he has won!
"What does everyone think of this painting?"
"As expected, you're really something, truly worthy of being called Luo Jia senior..."
"Great painting! Luojia's use of magic is simply superb. I'm afraid there are only a few in our grade who can compare to you!"
"In such a short time, you've created such a great painting, Luo Jia, you're really amazing!"
Everyone was lavish in their praise, and the words of admiration poured forth, causing Luo Jia's smile to grow even brighter.
"Owen, what do you think?"
At this time, Luo Jia pointed to a boy wearing a pair of glasses. The boy had a clear and handsome face, wearing a pair of glasses, looking refined and elegant.
His name is Owen, a well-known 'painting fool' from the Azure Flame Academy. He is extremely obsessed with magical painting and can always be found at any gathering related to it.
Unfortunately, Owen, although he loved magic painting, his own strength was not great and could only satisfy his curiosity. However, whenever there were gatherings of magic painters, he would definitely attend and had developed a keen eye for art. Although his own paintings were not impressive, his ability to appreciate them was top-notch, and many people specially invited him to appraise their work.
Owen was somewhat excited, nodding his head vigorously: "Luojia, the painting you've done is basically flawless, it can be said that it's the most wonderful one I've seen in the past few months! Impressive, impressive!"
Owen's words can be said to be the final nail in the coffin, and Luo Jia couldn't help but laugh and say: "Thank you Owen for your praise. Then I'll wait for this young junior's painting to come out, and we'll learn from it together."
He emphasized these two words extremely heavily, with a sarcastic intention that couldn't be more obvious.
Xia Ming also noticed this scene, but his mind was all on the painting and he didn't pay much attention to it. His painting speed became faster and faster, the magical elements around him kept surging, and the magic brush also outlined one detail after another, and the painting he made had reached the final stage!
"Huh, this painting..."
Everyone was watching Xiaoming's painting, and all they saw were dense forests, lush grasses covering the ground, a vibrant atmosphere, vast and empty, yet also very beautiful.
However, Xia Ming's painting was not a landscape, but also like Luo Jia's, he chose to paint magical beasts!
All that was seen was in the green grass, a snake like a flame lurking within, swallowing its tongue, as if waiting for prey.
The fire snake shrunk its body, its scales standing upright, a fierce glint in its beastly eyes, the painting was also extremely vivid, causing many girls in the room who were afraid of snakes to change color slightly.
Xia Ming's painting turned out to be a first-class demon beast of the same level - Huo Luo Snake!
Luojia furrowed her brow, somewhat perplexed by Xiaoming's intention. The Fire Snake and the Thunder Eagle were sworn enemies in the world of demons, a fact even children on the mainland knew. So why did Xiaoming want to paint such a picture? Was it simply because he had painted the Thunder Eagle that this kid decided to draw its arch-nemesis as well? This was just too absurd.
Xia Ming stopped writing.
Luojia smiled and waved her hand, indicating that everyone should comment: "What does everyone think of this new classmate's painting?"
Everyone was speechless for a moment, and calmly speaking, Xia Ming's painting is indeed very vivid and lifelike, but it seems that compared to Luo Jia Ping's hawk, which has been practiced thousands of times, it still falls short by a little.
Many people sighed in regret, and this newborn child was indeed a talented individual, but unfortunately met the wrong opponent.
"Grandma's, I think this painting is great, much better than that ugly bird you painted earlier!" Tang Ge said indignantly in a loud voice, seeing no one supporting his brother.
Luojia's face turned pale, but she didn't bother to argue with the obstinate Tang Ge. Instead, she asked Owen, who was known for his discerning eye: "Owen, what do you think of this painting?"
