"Little Xian Yu, that's giving him too much credit."
"All around dominance, including in looks."
"Fish Papa's verbal battle with the learned critics wasn't evidence enough? Hua Weiming couldn't even hold a candle to him, and this guy still rushes in for a beating, even craftily defining it as a 'debate.' Is this really just a 'debate'?"
Pure domination!
The three words from Xian Yu, "who are you," had a destructive force that even the audience felt, yet no one could accuse Xian Yu of putting on airs—after all, he genuinely had the right to ask that!
...
Lin Yuan didn't even dignify Shu Ziwen with a direct look, but the words he spoke hit Shu even harder:
"I don't want to bully you."
Shu Ziwen's eyes went red immediately!
A literatus gritted his teeth, "Afraid to step down from the judges' seat and face us head on? Under the rules of the Poetry Competition, we shall see who is truly superior!"
Childish, isn't it?
Resorting to provocation?
