A total of ten rounds.
Winning six rounds meant overall victory.
Quite a number of people on the team behind Master Wei could no longer sit still. This was no longer a competition where friendship came first, and competition came second. If the other party was a master, it was still alright. They would not say anything about it as they wouldn't feel ashamed of losing. However, with their opponent being some nobody, this made these calligraphers feel that they had lost face. It was too shameful.
"Heh, I don't believe it!
"If it were ancient melody poems, I'll go up myself!"
"If it's five word poems, leave it to me!"
"Just a kid, yet he doesn't give any face to us seniors!"
"Haha, Old Yu and Old Lu, the both of you want to go up? Sure, then count me in too. No matter what, we need to get serious, or there's no where to put our faces."
"I really don't believe he is so all-powerful."
"At such a young age, how deep can his knowledge be!?"
