"The Continental Young Monk Competition has officially begun! Now let's invite the first contestant, a card maker from the Holy Card Academy - Shen Meng!"
"Card maker? Can card makers also participate?" "A card maker is only allowed to use the cards he makes during the competition. How many cards can he use?" "It's been hundreds of years since a card maker participated in the competition. I guess he will make a fool of himself and be eliminated in the first round!" The audience was talking about it, and most of them had doubts.
But Shen Meng dismissed this. He calmly took out a stack of cards from the package at his waist and activated them one by one. The fish-shaped water ball technique, the lighting technique with bright flame effects, the dark fireball, the living catapult... All of them were cards that no one had ever seen before, and most of them were not even included in the card ceremony.
Shen Meng passed through all the obstacles until he faced the final opponent - that man.
I saw the man chuckle and say: "The championship belongs to you, and you belong to me."
Intention: Yearning for the most sincere and beautiful feelings