Chapter 397 - Han Siming
After Yuchi Hong’s challenge, someone else came forward and said to Jiang Chen, “Jiang Chen, please communicate with others through your holy awareness from now on.”
“Don’t misunderstand. I really appreciate your help, but teaching a man how to fish is better than giving a man a fish. I would rather have the acuteness that you already possess.”
In comparison to the others, he was friendlier.
“No problem. It’s your choice,” Jiang Chen said calmly.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m Han Siming,” he said.
“Han Siming!”
The name shocked some people. Someone asked, “You’re the Han Siming, ranked forty-seventh on the Dragon Rise List?”
It took him almost an hour to figure out the solution.
The martial arts workshop wouldn’t make things unreasonably difficult for people. The drawing technique doesn’t matter.
So he looked towards the weapons and focused his holy soul on them. Soon, with the aid of the spirit of the sword, he vaguely saw the trace of an object on the paper.
He put the brush pen to the tracing and soon saw the details of the sword handle.
I see. Yuchi Hong relaxed, but when he looked towards Jiang Chen, who was opposite him, he couldn’t help grinding his teeth.
This guy must have some relation to the martial arts workshop. That’s how he learned these things in advance. Then they made him the class leader and gave him the chance to show off!
He couldn’t believe Jiang Chen was so smart that he could see the solution at first glance.
Then he laid his eyes on Yin Shuang, who was sitting beside Jiang Chen. He had noticed this beauty as soon as she had arrived.
It was precisely to attract Yin Shuang’s attention that he had said those provocative words to Jiang Chen, but she was getting closer and closer with Jiang Chen instead.
Although the two didn’t talk a lot, Yuchi Hong had noticed there was admiration and respect in Yin Shuang’s eyes.
I’ll defeat you when we leave. Just you wait and see! Yuchi Hong thought to himself.
“Eh?”
After the distraction, Yuchi Hong found the tracing that had appeared in his sight was gone. Once again, he didn’t know where to put the pen.
Do I have to finish it in one stroke? Yuchi Hong thought. Then he looked towards the others, all focusing on the paper.
A few hours later, everyone was exhausted and complaining.
Although they didn’t need to have any drawing skills, each brushstroke cost them a lot of their holy soul’s power.
And even if they only lacked the last stroke, once they were distracted, they would have to start all over again. After repeating it a few times, they almost fainted.
Fortunately, they saw paper balled up on the class leader’s table, too. It didn’t look like it was going so smooth for him, either.
“Take a break. Don’t think it’s done when you finish the drawing. You’ll have to color your drawing through the martial arts of creation you’ve just learned.
“You only have three days. It isn’t easy,” said the old man.
“Senior, will we spend all fifteen days like this? Not eating or drinking?” someone asked out of curiosity during a break.
“What? As a Reaching Heaven State, are you afraid of dying of hunger or thirst?” the old man asked with interest.
The man who had asked smiled embarrassedly and didn’t answer.
Reaching Heaven States could survive more than fifteen days without eating, drinking, or sleeping, even while doing high-intensive labor.
The thing was, some of these guys came from big groups. They were used to enjoying tea and pastries every day. When they had an appetite, they would also have a good meal specially prepared for them.