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Chapter 33: Red Brush Draws Blood Cloud Sky
11月28日9：00~11：40，决赛第三轮。

When Dai Wenpeng was born, red clouds condensed above the delivery room. The clouds once covered the sky and the sun and lasted for half an hour before dissipating.

This is not a rumor, but a fact. But who this cloud belongs to is unknown. Many people have seen the cloud, and he is not the only one in the delivery room of the hospital.

Moreover, clouds are just a natural phenomenon and have no necessary connection with human fate.

As a person who was born in a county town and grew up in a village, Dai Wenpeng was placed with high hopes before he was born.

The red clouds intensified the heavy expectations, making him feel breathless, until he retrieved the red pen from the "darkness".

Others envied his ability to freely depict birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, plants and trees, but few knew that the ink in his pen was the blood flowing through his heart.

Five months ago, he picked up the red brush. With the red brush, he drew, and with red clouds around him, he became famous in the Middle Ages.

Three months ago, he was favored by an important person and would become that person's son-in-law as long as he reached the right age.

His parents were ecstatic, thinking that he would soon become successful and bring honor to the family.

He thought so too.

Dai Wenpeng participated in the "Ji An Plan". Unlike the "Zhou An Plan" in which Guo Qiwei was involved, his initiative was far less than Guo Qiwei, and the attention he received could not be compared with Guo Qiwei.

Two months ago, someone told him that his parents died in a mudslide.

It rains a lot in summer, so it is not surprising that there are mudslides in the mountains.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, but he dismissed it soon after. He thought, no one could cause a natural disaster, right?

He asked for leave to go home and bury his parents.

His leave application was quickly approved.

Before leaving the institute, the staff gave him a detailed physical examination.

Different from the physical examination items in hospitals, the physical examination items in research institutes are mostly related to asymptotic sets, asymptotes, domain radius, and capacity radius.

When the physical examination report came out, he found that the amount of blood he could mobilize had increased by about two times.

Unfortunately, Mom and Dad couldn't share this good news with him.

I didn't think about saying goodbye before leaving, and with the death of my family members, there was no way I could say goodbye.

He remembered that he was not the only one who didn't have time to say goodbye: his relatives who had suffered such a sudden misfortune must have a lot to say to me, right?

Thinking of this, Dai Wenpeng felt even more sad.

But his sadness came and went quickly. When he returned to the institute, all the sadness and joy in his heart disappeared. He threw himself into the great project, forgetting to eat and sleep, and enjoying himself.

The Great Plan shows that the domain radius restricts everyone's abilities in different forms.

For Mu Zhengguang and Xu Yingze, the radius of action of the hourglass and windmill, and the radius of effectiveness of the special moves are the ability radius. Judging from the data alone, their ability radius is equivalent to the domain radius.

Jiang Yiheng is similar. The controllable activity radius of Jin Buyao is the ability radius, and her ability radius is 2/3 of the domain radius.

Guo Qiwei's full moon's revolution radius is closely related to the domain radius, and the things described by Dai Wenpeng are also inseparable from the domain radius.

Dai Wenpeng's ink is equivalent to three portions of blood, about 13500 milliliters and weighs about 14200 grams.

There is a definite correspondence in quality between the things he can draw.

The domain radius is 74 meters, and the object drawn weighs 5754.2 kilograms.

Outside 3/4 of the domain radius, all flowers, plants and trees turned into red clouds and dissipated. Within 3/4 of the domain radius, birds, beasts, insects and fish acted like living creatures.

In order to avoid excessive blood loss leading to decreased body functions and abnormal performance, Dai Wenpeng only allocates 10% of the above blood amount in each game. This part of the blood is completely converted into matter and weighs about 557.4 kilograms.

Dai Wenpeng ran to the center of the stadium.

He drew the thorn bush, removed some of the thorns, broke them off, and held them in his hand.

He drew birds and drove them to peck out the eyes of their opponents.

When Mu Zhengguang saw that person running very fast, he knew that his opponent was also ahead in asymptotic speed: You have stabilized your pace in the middle of the field, while I have only gone halfway, it's very dangerous!
Three birds flew towards Mu Zhengguang, and the axis turned and smashed them. The birds turned into red mist, and the axis was stained with some blood.

Dai Wenpeng draws a cane held in his hands. Both of his hands are occupied, but he only needs to put in his thoughts and ink, and the vermilion ink pen will paint on its own.

Thorns, birds, and vines weigh less than half a pound in total, so the consumption is extremely small. This game has just begun.

Thorns and vines are his weapons, and birds are used to detect the opponent's means of attack. Of course, he also tries to peck the eyes to weaken the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Two water snakes appeared on the field. The water snakes were about one meter long and weighed about two kilograms.

Snakes, like birds, look huge but are actually very light. Dai Wenpeng prefers these two types of animals.

When Mu Zhengguang saw the snake crawling towards him, his heart beat very fast.

There is a saying that goes "Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years." Mu Zhengguang has never been bitten by a snake, but he is also particularly afraid of ropes.

There is a theory that humans' fear of snakes comes from genes.

Mu Zhengguang took more than ten steps back before he managed to calm down.

His reason told him that these two small snakes had little killing power. Among the existing snakes, except for venomous snakes, no snake could hurt him in a single fight, not even the man-eating pythons that were recorded in the history.

But his sensibility overcame his rationality. He was deeply disgusted and afraid of those slender, winding, twisted, slippery, cold and fierce things.

Dai Wenpeng himself was a little uneasy. The red pen twisted in the air, and the thin water snakes slammed to the ground, which made him tremble with fear. He had used up 557.4/1 of the 10 kg quota, and his extravagance had achieved excellent results: his opponent almost ran out of the stadium on his own initiative.

With every additional snake in the arena, Mu Zhengguang's fear increased.

Because of fear, it was difficult for him to concentrate and aim, and his long-range attack methods were almost ineffective.

But he was even more unwilling to have close contact with the snakes, he could not tolerate such behavior!

For example, crushing a snake to death with his foot. He felt sick at the thought of the soles of his shoes coming into contact with those slimy, round things that crawled up his legs and onto his body.

Especially after stepping on them to death, the blood foam and minced meat will stick to the soles of your shoes, leaving a bloody footprint with every step. The scene must be very nauseating.

Mu Zhengguang's face turned pale and he was filled with indignation: This is such a mean trick of yours!

Dai Wenpeng saw his opponent wandering around the edge of the field and couldn't help wanting to give him a push. But to be honest, he didn't want to walk around among the snakes. Although he was very sure that the snakes he drew wouldn't hurt him, he still felt a little dazed by the sight of so many snakes gathered together.

Mu Zhengguang was chased by a group of snakes. In his impression, water snakes crawled very slowly, but the water snakes drawn by this person were particularly crazy. A single snake could not catch up with him, but the group of snakes gathered together, pushing more than a dozen snakes to keep up with his pace.

Dai Wenpeng manipulated the snakes to drive away his opponents, and victory seemed to be within reach.

Mu Zhengguang held the scroll, his palms sweating and his heart panicking. He didn't want to lose, and his opponent wasn't strong enough for him to voluntarily admit defeat. After thinking it over, he took out a hairpin. The hairpin pierced his index finger, and blood dripped.

The combined pain and longing temporarily overwhelmed his fear. His reason gradually took over, and he actively sought a way out: since I intend to get rid of the snake and I am sure that the snake cannot hurt me, I might as well catch a snake myself, use the warmth of my palms and the touch of my five fingers to accumulate experience and overcome difficulties.

Mu Zhengguang led the group of snakes to the outer circle of the stadium, then slowed down, stepped into the group of snakes, and picked up a half-dead snake and held it in his hand.

This so-called sticky, round thing did not seem as strong, powerful, scary and hideous as he had imagined.

Its twisted and swaying body was like a dry straw swaying in the wind. The strength and amplitude of its struggle were insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Mu Zhengguang exerted a little force, and the water snake stopped moving and turned into a ball of blood mist. From then on, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Dai Wenpeng immediately reversed the red pen and collected the "water" that had been spilled. If snakes can't scare you, then they don't need to exist. In the end, I have to play this game myself.

Dozens of snakes turned into wisps of red smoke and returned to the red pen, with a loss of about 50%. The loss was slightly high, but if it was not taken back and the snakes died at the hands of others, the loss rate would be even higher, up to 100%.

Dai Wenpeng once drew thorns and vines to make up for the shortcomings in attack, while leaving the defense to other things.

Thousands of dead leaves fell, outlining the shape of the wind. Dai Wenpeng ran in the wind, and the wind concealed his shape.

The fallen leaves formed a gray wall that blocked his view. Mu Zhengguang had no way of judging from which direction his opponent would attack him, so he decided to break through the wall. The wall made of leaves was fragile, and he easily broke through the gray wall, only to meet his opponent head-on.

It’s not that Mu Zhengguang has bad luck, but that Dai Wenpeng’s vision can see beyond the gray wall.

Dai Wenpeng saw through his route of action and waited for him to come and swing the cane.

With just this one strike, Mu Zhengguang was nearly knocked down, and his arms felt as if they were on fire.

He was injured and uneasy: You can make the snake speed up to catch up with me, so strengthening the vine into wire is not too much. If you are hit by a vine like wire, if there is no clothing to cover it, it will definitely leave blood marks, so you must be extremely careful.

(End of this chapter)