Winning with 4-5

  Owen stroked his single-lens glasses, carefully examined Xiaoming's painting for a while, thought for a moment, and then said: "But in terms of the details of the painting, you two can be said to be evenly matched. However, Luojia was done in one breath, very skilled, and the speed and time of painting are far faster than this new classmate, so I think this painting should be won by Luojia..."

  Luò jiā yíng le!

  Translation: Luo Jia won!

  It's a reasonable outcome, and while everyone nodded in agreement, they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

  "Wait!"

  Xia Ming, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and walked to the front of the crowd with a smile on his face. "I haven't finished drawing yet, how can you announce the result so quickly?"

  Haven't finished drawing yet?!

  One sentence suddenly set off a commotion again, and pairs of expectant eyes suddenly focused on Xiaoming.

  Even Su Weiwei's eyes were slightly bright, her clear and distant eyes fixed on Xia Ming's face.

  Luojia's expression changed slightly, and he asked coldly: "Oh? Younger brother, you haven't finished painting yet? No way, I see that this painting of yours is already complete."

  Xia Ming smiled ambiguously: "It seems that the time we set is one o'clock, and it's not time yet. Doesn't the senior allow even my small changes? Is the senior afraid?"

  "Hmph, am I afraid of you?" Luo Jia coldly snorted and said: "I'll just see what it turns into after it's finished being painted." Luo Jia didn't believe that this kid could still paint a flower or not. Anyway, the overall structure of the painting had already taken shape, and trying to change it now would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  "No rush." Xia Ming didn't hurry to take action, but instead shook his head and smiled: "What does Luo Jia think of the painting you drew yourself?"

  "Hmph, I won't say it's unparalleled, but it's definitely a top-notch choice!" Luo Jia said confidently.

  Xia Ming sneered and said, "I don't think so. In my opinion, the senior's painting is at most just okay, barely considered a decent work, far inferior to an excellent piece!"

  As soon as this was said, everyone present was shocked and amazed.

  Roka's magical painting, in everyone's eyes, was extremely skilled. The use of magic was controlled to perfection, which is a testament to Roka's incredible strength, worthy of being the eleventh place winner of the previous Magic Martial Arts Tournament.

  But now Xia Ming said that Luo Jia's work was only barely passable, and not even necessarily among the best, which is equivalent to slapping Luo Jia in the face!

  "No, this painting by Luo Jia is astonishingly good in both conception and magical technique. You're actually insulting such a masterpiece, it's really not right!" Owen, the connoisseur, couldn't help but speak out loudly as he stood up.

  Xia Ming calmly replied: "Then you, because you haven't seen real magical painting yet, this painting in my eyes can only be considered barely okay."

  Luojia's face turned pale, and he sneered: "So you're saying that the paintings you've done are better than mine?"

  "That's for sure."

  "Great, then please go ahead and amaze us!"

  "It's an honor to be mentioned alongside, but I think I'm slightly better than Luo Jia at painting. It's not like I'm going to die from embarrassment or anything." Xia Ming was so angry that he didn't even bother being polite to Luo Jia anymore.

  Xia Ming walked up to Long Xue and suddenly asked: "In your opinion, what is a superior work?"

  "This goes without saying, but any outstanding work must have a lofty and distant artistic conception, vivid imagery, and give people an immersive feeling! For magical paintings, that means the magic is perfectly contained, although it's created with magic, it's indistinguishable from reality, lifelike, and even deceives the eye! Owen spoke effortlessly, pouring out his words, indeed having his own unique insights into appreciating magical paintings."

  Xia Ming nodded in agreement and immediately asked Luo Jia, "Excuse me, Senior Luo Jia, what do you think of the Thunder Eagle you drew?"

  Luojia stroked the pet thunder hawk on his shoulder with a somewhat proud expression, saying in a confident tone: "I've been with the Thunder Hawk day and night, and I'm extremely familiar with its habits and movements. I'm confident that even if this painting of mine can't be considered as realistic as the real thing, it can still capture some of its true essence."

  "Is that so?" Xia Ming smiled incredulously and said, "Let's not say such things for now, Luo Jia senior. Let me finish this painting first."

  "Wait and see." Xia Ming's words only earned him Luo Jia's cold snort and a pair of wide, staring eyes.

  Xia Ming held the magic pen and walked in front of the dragon blood paper, the tip of the pen moved slightly, and the magic elements fluctuated again. However, everyone clearly found that this time the magic elements were extremely active, and Xia Ming's hand holding the pen also moved quickly. In just a few strokes, the original image of the fire-rope snake on the painting had changed!

  The originally lively fire-rope snake, under the magical lamp light, slightly reflected, its fiery red scales flashing, its snake core slightly spitting out, looking as if it was crawling in a grass bush.

  With just a few strokes, the image of the fire-roaming snake leaps off the paper, so vivid it seems to be about to break out of the painting!

  "This..."

  Everyone was shocked and amazed at this level of magical control, the Fire Ro Snake had been drawn to life!

  Just as everyone was marveling, the pet hawk on Luo Jia's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and flew out from his master's head, landing directly in front of Xia Ming's painting. Its feathers were ruffled, its sharp beak open, and it flapped its wings, looking like it was facing a great enemy.

  The Fire Roc Snake and the Thunder Eagle have always been arch-enemies, and without a doubt, the pet Thunder Eagle on Luo Jia's shoulder actually took the Fire Roc Snake in Xia Ming's painting as a real thing, revealing its hostility!

  Xia Ming's face revealed a smile, and he said slowly: "Luo Jia Shixiong, you said that your painting of the Thunder Eagle is already indistinguishable from reality. Then what about this Fire Luo Snake I painted?"

  “……”

  Everyone was shocked and amazed.

  "This...this is also too unbelievable..."

  "Can't believe it..."

  "Ah......" This was the scream of a girl who feared snakes.

  "Capable of making the Thunder Hawk mistake it for its arch-nemesis, the Flame Snake... this level of magical painting is truly a case of 'fake' becoming 'real'..."

  "Today was truly an eye-opener, a feast for the eyes!"

  The crowd's gasps of amazement continued, and the excitement of the scene far exceeded all previous praise for Luo Jia.

  Owen, who was known for his discerning taste, widened his eyes in incredulity and stared for a long time, before finally coming back to reality with a flush of embarrassment on his face: "This classmate's magic control is simply breathtaking, this magical painting is...!" He didn't know what language to use to describe it, and could only say: "I'm ashamed, I admire you!"

  Xia Ming slightly shook his head, he still had a bit of a good impression of Owen, this guy was indeed a painting maniac.

  "Awesome, Xiaoming little brother, you're too awesome!" Tang Ge's face was filled with excitement, as if he had won the competition himself, and he was genuinely happy for Xiaoming.

  Xia Ming also smiled back at him, turned to look straight at Luo Jia's somewhat dull and listless face, still smiling and asked: "What do you think, Luo Jia?"