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At that point, Niamh grew worried. She blurted, "Bright, perhaps we should just give up. You can't paint in the traditional style! Worst comes to worst, you can just apologize to them, and that will be the end of it."

Niamh was extremely worried deep down.

After all, she had asked Bright about it before they got there.

Bright, however, replied that he never paid attention to art exhibitions.

How could someone who never paid attention to art exhibitions know anything about traditional painting?

Even if he did, could he really achieve a high level of competence in it?

To that, Bright only flashed her a light grin. "Don't worry, all you need to do is watch from the side. These guys are just a bunch of ignorant idiots."

Bright shook his head, chuckling.

Looking at the people gathering around, his eyes were filled with mockery.

Then, he said, " Lead the way!"

As he spoke, the crowd arrived in front of a long table in the center of the exhibition hall.

On the table, there was a scroll that was spread open, as well as ink and a brush beside it.

Bright strode forward to pick up the brush.

Suddenly, the aura emanating from him changed.

In an instant, he appeared like a supreme master who had been deeply immersed in the art of painting for many years!

He stood tall and unyielding.

An overwhelming aura began to emerge.

The moment he lifted his brush, his imposing demeanor formed naturally.

With that, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel a chill all the way to their core.

His aura was indeed rather terrifying! It makes people instinctively feel a sense of awe.

However, the next moment, they somewhat regained their composure.

"This guy's aura…"

"Hmph! He's just putting on an act. Who cares how intimidating his aura is, if his painting skills aren't up to par?"

"That's right! It all comes down to his painting."

"Young people don't know a thing about modesty. All they know is how to show off!"

They made disdainful comments one after another.

Bright began painting.

As his brush flowed, an astonishingly magnificent stroke emerged.

His brush danced like a dragon, his hand led by his mind.

His talent was obvious.

As Bright started to paint, the mocking voices gradually quitened down.

Slowly, everyone's expression shifted from mocking ones to astonishment.

As for Edwin, he was downright stupefied at that moment.

He was the one with the best painting skills there! Thus, a single stroke from Bright was enough to show Edwin how good he was at painting.

Because of that, his jaw dropped. He was too surprised to close it.

He remained dazed even until Bright painted his last stroke.

At that moment, a horse grazing on the grass came into being on the paper through the combination of deep and vibrant colors.

The horse didn't seem like a mere painting. It was filled with life as if it could leap out of the painting at any moment.

Instantly, it seemed as if it had come to life.

Looking at the horse, the entire hall fell into a dead silence.

All eyes were on Bright.

It was as if they were looking at a monster.

After all, such painting skills were absolutely terrifying.

The horse was painted so well.

It was nearly comparable to Edwin's work.

No wonder Bright had spoken so arrogantly earlier.

Being so talented at such a young age was enough to justify his arrogance.

However, thinking about what Bright had said before, the expressions of the members of the Art association kept changing.

One of them scoffed, "Hmph! What's the use of being good at painting? That doesn't give you the right to question Master Cotton."

"With such disrespectful behavior, no matter how skilled you are at painting, it's all for nothing!"

"Exactly! No manners at all!"

"Hmph! This horse painting is just average at best compared to the chairman's piece. The difference between the two is like night and day!"

"Absolutely!"

"Not only is he rude, but he also critiques his seniors works without any hesitation, and he even dares to challenge Master Cotton."

"Talented but lacking in manners."

Immediately, everyone started scoffing and mocking Bright.

Under the barrage of ridicule and sarcasm, Bright simply shook his head.

These people weren't skilled enough.

Naturally, they are incapable of understanding the complexities of his painting.

It directly proved a point. That was the limit of their talent.

In their lifetimes, they would not accomplish much in the field of art.

At that point, Bright simply scoffed. He shook his head and said, "How ignorant."

Bright didn't bother to explain further.

He simply glanced at Niamh who was there and stated, "Alright, Niamh, let's go. What's the point of staying here with a bunch of fools?"

After saying that, he quickly turned and left.

As for Niamh, she felt somewhat helpless at that moment as she replied, "Okay, then."

With that, she quickly bid farewell to the other elders with a bow.

Meanwhile, she hurriedly called out to the departing Bright, "Wait up, Bright!"

Then, she quickly caught up.

At that moment, the members of the Art association present there all broke into a round of derisive laughter.

"Cocky brat!"

"Calling us ignorant? Who does this guy think he is, daring to talk to us like this!"

"Tsk. He's nothing but an arrogant guy who thinks he's all that."

At that point, someone had noticed Edwin was completely entranced, staring intensely at Bright's painting.

Intrigued, they couldn't help but ask, "Oh? Why are you so engrossed in this painting, Mr. Wilson?"

Hearing that, Edwin finally jolted back to reality.

In a hurry, he looked around and shouted, "Where is Bright? Wasn't he just here, painting?"

Right then, Edwin was a bit flustered and quickly asked around.

However, after hearing his question, the other members of the association all looked confused and commented, "Mr. Wilson, that arrogant youngster left a while ago, why are you so concerned about him?"

"Exactly, Mr. Wilson. This guy is nothing but an ignorant, pompous idiot! He's not worth paying attention to at all!"

"Indeed! He even had the audacity to call us ignorant fools when he was leaving. That kid is way too full of himself! Who gave him the right to say such things? Does he think he's some kind of supreme master or something?"

This sentiment was echoed by murmurs throughout the crowd.

Edwin's face, however, was incredibly bitter.

In frustration, he exclaimed, "You really are a bunch of idiotic fools! Do you really not understand the meaning of Bright's painting?"