I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Ten years have honed this sword, yet its frosty edge remains untested. Today I will show it to you, who has any grievances?" At this crucial moment, a longsword suddenly appeared, carrying an earth-shattering aura. With a dazzling, cold light, it slashed directly towards Sheshi.

Sheshi suddenly felt a chilling sense of danger looming over him, locking onto every inch of his skin. His mind raced, and he retreated several steps, carelessly discarding the dying, struggling mouth in his hand. At that moment, his body, which had completely transformed into a human form, rapidly sprouted fine scales, gleaming with a cold, dim light, as if instantly covered in a layer of solid armor.

At that moment, his legs transformed into powerful snake tails, tracing breathtaking arcs through the air. Elsewhere, several barbarian warriors, brimming with rage, were ready to charge forward recklessly, using their heavy warhammers to smash those despicable humans into pulp.

However, at this moment, a sword beam shot up into the sky like thunder from the sky, suddenly exploding before their eyes. The dazzling light and unparalleled sword energy made them feel an indescribable fear in their hearts.

They involuntarily stopped, as if bound by an invisible force, and could only watch as the sword light grew increasingly dazzling and terrifying. In the end, they had no choice but to retreat, muttering curses as they retreated quickly, their words filled with resentment and anger.

It happened in the blink of an eye. In the horrified eyes of the only two people who were still conscious, they saw the sword light carrying the momentum of destroying the world, like a silver lightning, suddenly slashing towards the place where Snake Killer and the Barbarians were.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar resounded through the sky, and a huge crack more than ten meters deep appeared on the spot. This crack was like the mouth of an abyss, spanning a distance of a hundred meters, ruthlessly dividing a part of the originally solidified river water into two parts.

"Which senior master is the one who took action?" One person swallowed hard, his eyes full of shock, and the surging waves in his heart almost drowned him.

"He is definitely a peerless power above the fourth rank, or even higher! It's so terrifying. Such earth-shattering power is simply beyond the imagination of mortals like us!" Another person said immediately, his tone filled with awe and amazement that was difficult to conceal.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the once arrogant demons vanished into thin air, dispersing with the wind. Just then, a figure slowly emerged—a scruffy, untidy man with a wine gourd casually slung around his waist. He seemed to have just emerged from some obscure corner, yet he possessed an undeniably powerful aura as he loomed before everyone.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yunzhou and several others slowly walked out from behind the man.

"Greetings, senior! We were lucky enough to escape, all thanks to your rescue. Thank you so much!" After the two of them had been on the verge of life and death, their hearts were now filled with gratitude for having survived the disaster and deep respect for their savior. They bowed quickly, their words full of sincerity and gratitude.

"Haha, it's just a chance encounter. I've had some good luck today, and even got a great poem. Every word is a gem, every sentence is sonorous—'Ten years have honed my sword, yet its frosty blade has never been tested. Today I present it to you, who has any grievances?' It's so heart-stirring and satisfying to read! My dear Yun, my old eyes are truly not dim. Your talent is truly rare in this world. This poem really touched my heart. Wonderful, wonderful!"

With that, he laughed heartily, casually pulling up the wine gourd from his waist, tilting his head back and taking a swig. The aroma of wine permeated the air, seemingly imbuing it with a touch of grandeur. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the paper bearing the poem seemed to have wings, landing squarely in Gu Yunzhou's palm. A trace of wine lingered at the corner of his mouth, which he casually wiped away. Then, shaking his head, he walked with a staggering yet carefree gait, turning to leave, leaving behind only a burst of hearty laughter that lingered in the air for a long time.

"Senior, this poem is for you. Thank you for your help today. I hope you will accept it!" Gu Yunzhou came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him, wanting to give him the poem with the ink still wet in his hand. Unfortunately, the man's figure quickly disappeared from the spot, leaving only the lingering sound of "This thing is of no use to me, keep it for yourself!"

Captain Zheng's eyes gleamed with sincere respect as he gazed at the direction his senior had vanished, muttering to himself, "He truly is a master who is unconcerned with trivial matters and transcends the mundane!" He quickly collected his thoughts, returning to reality. His expression froze as he hurriedly urged the team members around him, "Hurry! Save him!"

After they had moved and properly settled the wounded, their tense nerves finally relaxed a little. At this point, the wounded gradually woke up, and after hearing the team members' recounting, they were all surprised. This was truly a sudden turn of events.

"Thank you all for your help. I don't know who this senior is. I will definitely come to thank you when I get back!" Fang Yue, the captain of another team, said calmly after waking up.

"We don't know that either, but this senior seems to be here for Yunzhou. You'll probably have to ask him about the specific formation!" Captain Zheng responded, a hint of helplessness and confusion etched in his words. Just now, at the critical moment of life and death, with the blades of Snake Slayer and the Barbarians about to fall, Gu Yunzhou calmly took out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and in a flash, he composed a poem. He had originally planned to repeat the same trick as last time he was being hunted, burning the rhythm of poetry to forcibly save several people.

A figure suddenly entered everyone's sight - an unkempt man, standing silently beside them.

"What a great saying! Ten years of sharpening a sword, yet the frosty blade has never been tested!" After saying that, the man flicked his sleeves lightly, and in an instant, an extremely sharp sword light suddenly fell from the sky a hundred meters high, like a punishment from heaven, leading to the previous thrilling scene.

"I don't know either. I've never met this senior before, and honestly, I'm confused!" Gu Yunzhou smiled wryly and shook his head, his face filled with confusion. He truly had no memory of this mysterious figure, let alone his intentions. But if this person hadn't intervened today, they might not only be in danger, but would also have implicated another team. The thought still left a lingering fear.

"That's strange. Could it be that he is your admirer, Brother Yunzhou? After all, your poetic talent is so amazing. Maybe he likes your poems, so he came here specially to protect you!" Hammer touched his chin, his face full of contemplation.

"Don't mention it, it's really possible!" Yu Yao's eyes lit up and he looked Gu Yunzhou up and down and said.