I am a winner with Chinese poetry

At the same time, Su Zian, standing not far away, also bowed slightly, offering a distant salute to Gu Yunzhou. Her face was dignified and beautiful, and now, with a serious expression, she said, "I, too, would like to emulate your righteous act. Once this matter is resolved, I will definitely travel to the border and contribute my modest efforts to the best of my ability!" Her tone was firm, without a trace of hesitation.

"Great, great! Women are truly as capable as men! Li Dajia and Su Dajia set an example for us, truly serving as role models for the young talents of our race!" someone exclaimed in praise. Then someone else chimed in, "Yes, with such righteous people like you taking the lead, we should surely follow suit!" For a moment, the crowd was ablaze with excitement, and shouts rose one after another.

"I want to go too! In a few days, I'll lead my family's guards to the front lines and serve our country!" a burly man shouted, waving his fist. Those around him responded, expressing their willingness to go along. The atmosphere was incredibly enthusiastic, and everyone's heart was ablaze with patriotism.

The people around cheered, turning an offline fan meeting into a patriotic commendation meeting. Countless young people blushed and excitedly expressed that they also wanted to go to the front line to do their part for the human race.

For a moment, the scene was bustling with activity, with everyone expressing hatred and accusations against the demonic tribe. Gu Yunzhou's words completely aroused the passion of everyone present.

After the excitement, Li Hean, who was obviously much more excited, strode to the table, picked up the brush and began to prepare to paint. The same was true for Su Zian opposite him. Seeing the two masters start to paint formally, the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

"Yunzhou, you said it well. If it were me, I would probably only think about love and romance!" Jiang Liunian looked at Gu Yunzhou with some shame and said in a low voice, his awareness was still a little lacking.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. I just happened to think of it!" Gu Yunzhou said helplessly, shaking his head. It had to be admitted that while the human race on the Tianxing Continent might differ in other aspects, they were remarkably united when facing alien races.

Even if there were many internal disputes, once behind closed doors, it was ultimately the human race's own business. However, when facing the demon and barbarian tribes, the situation was completely different. After all, these two tribes were constantly coveting the flesh and blood and cultural spirit of the human race. The saying "those who are not of our race must have different hearts" was not just empty talk.

Everyone waited quietly, and after more than half an hour, Li Hean was the first to put down his brush. He carefully smoothed the paper and patiently waited for the ink to dry.

At the same time, Su Zian also put down his brush, announcing that his painting was complete. The people around him could no longer contain their curiosity, and they stretched their necks to look at the table, eager to see what the two had created.

At that moment, Li Hean softly said, "This is my painting. Please appreciate it and offer your feedback!" He then gently urged his inner spiritual energy, and the drawing paper, which had been resting quietly on the table, suddenly floated into the air as if it had come to life. Whether standing near the front row or further back, everyone could now clearly see everything on the paper.

Gu Yunzhou looked closely, and within the image, a veteran, gray-haired yet vigorous, suddenly caught his eye. He was clad in heavy armor, the gleaming, cold armor seeming to speak of the vicissitudes of time and the cruelty of war. The horse he rode wasn't a real one, but a majestic warhorse conjured from the power of literary energy, its hooves whirring in the wind, a majestic presence.

The veteran general stood firmly outside a towering city wall, like an unshakable mountain. His arm pointed firmly and forcefully into the distance, his eyes piercing with a gaze that radiated boundless majesty and determination. Atop the wall, a dense crowd thronged together, waving flags and roaring deafening cheers and shouts, as if ready to overturn the very world.

Looking ahead at the city wall, a vast array of barbarian corpses lay scattered about, their blood staining the ground red, and the air thick with the scent of blood. In stark contrast, countless human warriors marched in unison, their steps firm and steady, slowly advancing into the distance. Each face beamed with a smile of triumph, a joy that came from finally seeing the light of day after enduring countless hardships and dangers.

The entire painting exudes a solemn atmosphere, yet within this solemnity is mingled an irrepressible joy. This complex interweaving of emotions seems to penetrate the paper and reach the depths of the viewer's soul. Every character is portrayed with vivid life, from the veteran general's resolute courage, the soldiers' bravery, to the excitement of the people on the city walls—all are vividly presented before our eyes.

Such exquisite skills were truly worthy of the handiwork of the so-called "painter of his generation"! At this moment, something unexpected happened. The veteran, who had been still in the painting, suddenly leaped out on his steed, as if breaking through a dimensional wall and entering the real world. At the same time, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out in everyone's ears: "Kill!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, split the sky, striking the hearts of the people. Instantly, the countless onlookers felt their blood boiling, a surge of power welling up within them. Even the spiritual energy within their own palaces seemed to ignite, surging violently. In an instant, everyone was astonished to discover that their reaction speed, endurance, and strength had instantly increased by more than double.

"Oh my god! It's an all-around amplification blessing! The name of the Li family is truly well-deserved!" The crowd erupted in disbelief. Although the power of this amplification was limited in duration, it was enough to become the key to turning the tide on the ever-changing battlefield.

"Next, it's my turn. Please feel free to give me some advice!" Su Zian's voice echoed at the perfect moment, gentle yet resolute, gently bringing everyone back to reality from their shock. Looking up, they saw a painting leisurely suspended in mid-air. In stark contrast to Li Hean's majestic and awe-inspiring paintings of iron cavalry and icy rivers, Su Zian's work exuded a warmth and gentleness that warmed their hearts.