When I traveled through time and became a chief, I ruined the system.

One month, two months, three months passed.

Game after game, Luo Xiaofei's name resounded throughout the competition field. His strength and courage made the princes and nobles start to look at him with admiration. They began to recognize his strength and thought he might become their new master.

There will be one hundred arena matches soon!

Melaos was completely crazy. He did not expect that Luo Xiaofei would be successful in this competition. All possible methods were used to make him rank first, and others took turns to compete. He persisted until now and won a huge reputation.

Equestrian competitions, bow and arrow competitions, spur racing, wrestling, and even water sports such as swimming and rowing have been tried. That guy is so strong, he is a decathlete!

Fortunately, he still has a trick up his sleeve, which is better than reciting poetry!

Why is there a poetry competition?

The mainstream culture of the northern Lunnaner prairie includes eight arts: "horseback riding, archery, swimming, hunting, wrestling, fighting, poetry reciting and dancing". Reciting poetry is a must for literati.

Today is the ninety-ninth competition, which is actually a poetry competition.

This not only surprised Luo Xiaofei, but also surprised everyone present. Who would have thought that Luo Xiaofei, who usually dominates with strength and courage, would actually compete with others in reciting poems on such an occasion?

Standing in the center of the training ground, his opponent was a scholar wearing a white robe and holding a feather fan. He was actually Shakespeare, who was famous all over the grassland. His eyes were full of confidence, as if he had already predicted that the fruits of victory had fallen into his bag.

Luo Xiaofei just smiled indifferently. He was not afraid because he knew that even though he was a martial artist, he had memorized many Tang poems since he was a child.

The game begins. The two of them recited their own poems in turn according to the rules.

Shakespeare was the first to appear, and calmly recited:

You are now the fresh embellishment of the earth,

He is also the only striker of Splendid Yangchun,

Why bury your wealth in your tender pistil?

A gentle and mean man who wants to be stingy but wastes money instead?

Have pity on this world, otherwise, corruption,

Just devour the world, by you and the grave.

What a mess, it is simply incomprehensible and makes no sense. The people around him were also stunned, and then burst into warm applause.

It seems that this place is really a desert of poetry. Why are there so many people pursuing such a thing?

Luo Xiaofei decided to use his trump card directly. He used his magic power to send his poems word by word to everyone's ears from a distance.

Lili on the grass, one year and one withered.

Wild fire, in spring.

At that moment, the atmosphere of the whole place froze, as if even breathing stopped. Shakespeare, a usually confident and proud poet, suddenly knelt down and saluted Luo Xiaofei. His actions shocked everyone present and they couldn't believe what was happening.

The power of this poem called "Little Grass" was like a strong wind, quickly sweeping across the entire grassland, even crossing mountains and rivers, and spreading to every corner of the world. Every word in the poem is like a seed, falling into people's hearts, taking root, sprouting, and blooming with unique beauty.

The beauty of that poem is heartwarming and shocking. It shows the power of life and the perseverance. It paints a vivid picture with simple and ordinary words, making people feel as if they can see the vibrant grass growing tenaciously in the face of adversity.

The magic of this poem is that it can evoke the power deep inside people no matter when and where they are, whether in joy or pain. It encourages people to be as tenacious as grass and never give up when facing difficulties.

Shakespeare, a former poet, expressed his respect with his own actions because of his admiration for Luo Xiaofei and his love for poetry. His kneeling down was not only respect for Luo Xiaofei, but also his awe and love for poetry. At this moment, he let everyone see the power of poetry, and also let everyone see Luo Xiaofei's style.

The song "Little Grass" is like a clear stream on the grassland, arousing people's passion and awakening their souls. The scene of Shakespeare kneeling and worshiping Luo Xiaofei has become an eternal image in people's hearts, reminding them: no matter when and where, never forget the awe of knowledge and the pursuit of beauty.

Melaos was so angry that he vomited several liters of blood. Now he could only place his hope on the one hundredth and last game: dancing.

Luo Xiaofei's opponent is Si Wan, known as the prairie dancing prince.

His figure is slender and well-proportioned, as perfect as a sculpture. His arms spread out lightly, like an eagle spreading its wings, ready to soar into the sky at any time.

His hands gently clenched into fists in subtle arcs, and his fingertips moved nimbly through the air, as if he were reading a silent poem. His steps were brisk and rhythmic, as if he were playing a passionate symphony. The twisting, rotating, and jumping of his waist, every movement is like a beautiful painting that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

His dance is full of the perfect combination of power and tenderness. Every movement tells people his story, his passion, his desire, his love. His dance steps are as beautiful as poetry, which makes people deeply moved.

When he rotated, his body was like a rapidly rotating top, drawing beautiful arcs in the air. His dance steps are clean and neat, and every movement is precise to the millimeter. Every jump and every spin seems to show his talent and enthusiasm to the world.

He was smiling and his eyes were shining with confidence and passion. His dancing is so graceful that people forget that he is performing, but rather showing his inner world, his emotions and dreams.

Finally, he ended the performance with a perfect gesture, and the audience burst into warm applause. He bowed gracefully, his face filled with satisfaction and pride. At that moment, he was not only a ballet dancer, but also an artist who moved people.

This Luo Xiaofei really doesn't know how to fight, but he has fought ninety-nine times, and he must not lose in the last one, he can only win by surprise.

Swann's dance was extremely soft, so he would do the opposite and prepare for a most masculine and strong dance.

Luo Xiaofei suddenly jumped from the sky, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly attracting the attention of the audience. His body was like a flexible swallow, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and then landed steadily on the stage.

He was going to do hip-hop dancing and incorporate martial arts into it.

Every movement he makes is full of strength and skill. Every part of his body and every muscle seems to be telling his story and showing his passion and perseverance.

His dance is full of power and rhythm. Every leap and every turn seems to be telling his story to the audience. He uses the language of his body to tell his passion and his dreams. Every time he landed, it was like a declaration of his love for dance and respect for warriors.