No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 692

The entire banquet venue was silent as everyone stared in disbelief at Leo, who was at the centre of it all.

Leo stood upright at the inkstand, adjusting his state to the best state before he began to put down his brush.

The people on the sidelines were surprised to find that Leo's posture in painting the characters was actually particularly standard, and that he couldn't do it without practising for a few years.

The literary magnate Percy was also astonished, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at Leo with a look full of expectation.

He has become obsessed with calligraphy and painting to the point of being a collector, and when he finds a good character or painting, he can't help but want to buy it for his collection.

Lydia also had shock in her eyes. Her mother, Aurora, had told her that reading could nourish the essence of the spirit and painting could cultivate the righteousness of the spirit.

Lydia she studied well and perfected herself.

She loves calligraphy and painting and flower arranging, but not to the extent that she is a great master of the art!

But from Leo at this moment, Lydia actually felt a strong righteousness.

Morgan looked directly dumbfounded and could not help but exclaim.

"Impossible, how can he write?"

Good paintings and calligraphy are even more sought-after by some celebrities.

They can't read it, but collecting such paintings and calligraphy gives them a lot of prestige.

"Don't worry, he only has a standard posture, he hasn't even put down his pen yet, what if the writing comes out crooked and twisted?!"

Blake's face was unpleasant, but he still soothed himself.

In short, all present were in various states of mind as they waited for Leo to put pen to paper.

However, after waiting for a long time, Leo did not put pen to paper, holding the pose for a long time.

Gradually, everyone became impatient, and Morgan and Blake even had a mocking look on their faces.

"Do you know how to write with a brush or not? What about holding this pose all the time?"

"Hmph, I think he's just scared!"

Blake said, "The great literary figure Percy is here, how dare he fool around? Isn't that right, Percy?"

Seeing Leo's hesitation in putting down his brush, Blake could basically conclude that Leo could not write with a brush.

"How dare you show it off, shame on you!"

The crowd was getting impatient too, in their eyes Leo was a clown who clamoured for attention!

"I don't think so."

At that moment, a different voice came.

The crowd turned around to see that it was actually the literary great Percy!

Percy is a teacher, but his status is remarkable, he is the current teacher of Isabel.

The Holmes family values this and hopes that Isabel will become a top man of the country in the future.

She is not necessary to join the army, as long as she is useful to the country and that is enough.

Plus this is exactly his area of expertise, so Percy is very vocal.

Morgan and Blake's faces looked pale, "Percy, what does this mean?"

The brush and ink were waved and a little black ink splashed out, dripping down on top of Leo's white shirt like a black grain in the Sharon.

Soon the word painting was completed.

As soon as Leo picked up the couplets on the table, a section of couplets was presented to everyone's eyes.

At once, the already quiet scene became silent.

Everyone looked dumbfounded, their eyes staring deathly at the word painting written by Leo.

Leo put on a confident look on his face, allowing others to admire him.

Morgan looked at it for a long time, then suddenly laughed out loud, "What's this writing? So scribbled, do you really know how to write?"

Blake also smiled, "I am not talented, I was born in a medical family and I know little about literature, so with all due respect, even a three-year-old can write better than him!"

The guests also shook their heads; Leo's writing was so scribbled that it was impossible to tell what kind of writing it was.

Isabel also looked bewildered, her eyes wide open, having looked again carefully, but she still couldn't read what it said.

Morgan smilingly came in front of Leo and said, "This painting of yours is worthless, giving it to Isabel is simply a disgrace to Isabel."

"Someone, tear up this piece of writing!"

The next moment, Morgan shouted his order.

However, the sound of a chair falling over was heard from the silent scene.

The crowd looked back, only to see that the great literary figure had actually sat down on his buttocks, his eyes, staring dead on the painting in Leo's hand.

The next moment, he got up and excitedly came to Leo and said, "How much will it cost?"