I have a Tantric panel

"Oh?"

The moment the oil painting came into view, it gave Anthony a different feeling.

Rich colors, delicate brushstrokes, and excellent handling of light and shadow.

This is an absolute advantage in terms of technique.

Compared to any of the paintings we've seen before, this one is a generational gap.

It felt like a seasoned master was competing against a newbie in a fish-frying contest.

Anthony was no stranger to the style of this painting.

Cecil Harrison.

The old man pronounced the name with considerable appreciation.

Among the younger generation, this little guy's skills are indeed impeccable.

The theme he chose was also very good.

The image shows a sinking warship.

The bow of the boat has sunk into the water, while the stern is still raised high.

The imperial flag, torn apart by cannon fire, was still burning on the mast, flames licking the gloomy sky along its edges.

At the edge of the deck, a young officer stood alone, cutting the rope tied between his waist and the mast with his sword.

He cut the rope, not to escape.

Instead, he swam toward the Royal Navy flag floating on the sea not far away.

—The destruction of the invincible Armada.

This is the scene depicting the conclusion of one of the most famous battles of the Age of Exploration.

The visuals are extremely dynamic.

For the Albion, this was also one of the major events that propelled them to a dominant position, and it held special significance.

What's most remarkable is...

The moment Anthony saw the painting, his spirit was subtly stirred.

The officer in the painting seems to come to life, leaping into the sea and swimming towards the military flag.

When I came to my senses, I realized that the screen hadn't moved at all.

His perception was distorted when he saw the painting.

"Good, very good!"

Anthony didn't hold back his praise, laughing loudly.

In fact, if it weren't still in the initial screening stage...

He almost wanted to immediately place the painting first in the White Canvas Award.

The judges behind him also showed admiration in their eyes.

Many people exchanged glances.

The champion seems to have already emerged.

But just then...

Catherine, the red-haired female judge wearing gold-rimmed glasses, had her gaze fixed on another painting in the same row.

"Huh? This painting..."

The other judges followed her gaze and all seemed to mourn for the painting.

There is no harm without comparison.

Having just seen Cecil's high-quality paintings, my opinion of other paintings will only be lower than usual.

You might get rejected outright!

Anthony initially thought the same thing.

But as he looked more closely at the contents of the painting, his expression gradually became serious.

The scene is not complicated.

The background is a burning fortress.

The main character is obvious at a glance.

A saintess, riding a black steed and clad in silver armor, holds aloft a fluttering banner, signifying the arrival of victory.

Saint Serena.

The Siege of Orland.

Anthony, who was well-versed in history, would certainly recognize the historical event represented by this painting.

In fact, among the many paintings just now, at least three paintings depicted similar scenes.

The theme itself isn't particularly outstanding.

However, the painting demonstrates a very solid foundation, clearly showing the result of extensive practice and meticulous refinement.

The color processing is particularly excellent.

Every color, from mixing to layering to blending, is just right.

It looks more colorful and delicate than other paintings.

The most profound aspect of oil painting actually lies here.

That charm of color comes from reality, yet transcends reality.

—This is actually the change after Shane raised his perception to (1).

The colors in his eyes were more vivid than before.

This ability has a scientific name: chromatographic sensitivity.

In some people's eyes, red is just red.

In fact, each shade of red—crimson, dark red, vermilion, scarlet—has extremely subtle differences.

in other words.

In terms of brushstrokes, lines, and composition, this painting may not be as good as Cecil's.

However, it received full marks in the color category.

That alone wouldn't be enough to make Anthony stop and stay.

What truly surprised him was something implied in the painting, something indescribable in words.

Looking at the saint in the painting, Antony felt as if the scenery around him had changed.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The smell of sweat mixed with the rusty smell filled my nostrils.

"All troops, follow me!"

"With me in this battle—we are invincible!!"

The loud shouts echoed in my ears, making my heart beat faster.

He had somehow become a knight, riding on the back of a galloping horse.

Ahead was the silhouette of the saintess, her body seemingly shimmering with a brilliant golden light.

Further ahead on the plains.

Winter is coming.

The warriors from the North wore simple animal skin clothing, their bodies covered with wolf-like totems.

Like a pack of winter wolves on a rampage, they were about to devour the fortress completely.

The two sides rapidly approached each other on the plain, and finally, they collided with a deafening roar.

The cavalry led by the saintess, like a sharp dagger, plunged fiercely into the Frostwolf army...

"call!"

Anthony exhaled sharply, realizing he was still in the exhibition hall.

Most of the judges around him had an engrossed expression on their faces, unable to look away.

Some people had cold sweat on their foreheads and their faces turned pale, as if they were frightened by the scene before them.

"this……"

Anthony was speechless for a long time, rarely showing surprise at a painting.

Cecil's painting just now only gave him a glimpse of a vivid scene.

But this painting makes one feel as if they have stepped into the scene and are personally fighting against those Northern Frostwolf.

The difference is so great that it is immediately obvious.

"Such vibrant passion, such abundant spirituality."

The red-haired female professor sighed softly.

"It doesn't look like a newcomer's painting."

She then jotted down a few comments in her notebook for future reference.

Anthony muttered with a strange expression, "How did he do that?"

"How can it be drawn so realistically?"

Whether it's the radiance of the saintess under the sun or the spirit of the northern army as the "winter wolf," they all seem to be embedded in the painting.

This level of "realism" is beyond what can be achieved by referring to history books and past paintings.

It's almost like...

The artist must have personally experienced that war and witnessed that hidden history.

Anthony glanced at the signature behind the canvas and softly uttered the name.

"Shane Knox".

A name I've never heard of.

After carefully examining the signature, the usually refined and easy-going old man couldn't help but utter a curse.

Because he discovered that the other party most likely used this painting to cross that line!

No wonder it displays such spirituality.

On the other side, Catherine flipped through the list and whispered something in Anthony's ear.

"It was Aurora who recommended her."

"Aurora".

After repeating the name, a hint of nostalgia appeared on the old man's face, and he couldn't help but admire it.

"She took on a good student."

"What's the name of this painting?"

"To Victory"

"A good name."

While the two were talking, some judges nearby also gave different opinions.

"It's not bad, but it's still not as good as Cecil's."

The knowledgeable judges all looked at this person with strange eyes, but none of them said anything.

After all, being slow to grasp spirituality might be a kind of luck.

Anthony stroked his long white beard, fell silent, and pondered the final answer.

……

……

the other side.

St. Mary's Royal Hospital.

Xia En lay in the hospital bed, eating fruit from the bedside table while flipping through a novel with a brand-new cover, preparing to enjoy a rare moment of leisure.

Suddenly, a bell rang outside the window.