Chapter 1232: Chapter 104: Let’s Get into the Top 20 First_3 Chapter 1232: Chapter 104: Let’s Get into the Top 20 First_3 Here’s the translated text with the specified modifications:
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In other words, tomorrow Lin Yuan would unveil three instrumental compositions.

Wasn’t someone saying Xian Yu’s instrumental compositions were lacking?

Well, tomorrow, he’d present more of them.

Lin Yuan had already figured it out.

*If the top ten is out of reach, then aim for the top twenty first.*
*Step by step, to become one of Blue Star’s top ten Maestros, he first had to increase the quantity of his instrumental compositions.*
Of course.

Quantity alone wasn’t enough.

*Quality was the real key.*
Would the quality of a Blue Songlympics gold medal be enough?

*Out of nowhere, Lin Yuan felt an intense desire to deliver on Lu Sheng’s bold claim about the “top ten Maestros.”*
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Zhong Continent core coaching group.

Abigail fixed her gaze on Gu Ling and said, “You’re doubting yourself.”

Gu Ling lowered her head.

Abigail remarked calmly, “The composition you received is a piece that Matsushima Maple spent two years completing. In terms of quality, it’s certainly no weaker than Xian Yu’s ‘Horse Racing’ from today.”

“But… ‘Horse Racing’ really…”

“I know ‘Horse Racing’ is impressive, but works as flashy as this, when they appear in competition once, the judging panel might award high scores. If they show up a second time, they’ll likely lose their appeal.”

“Yes!”

Gu Ling gritted her teeth.

Her confidence was gradually returning.

Abigail exhaled slightly, feeling a measure of relief.

Over the past week of competition, although Zhong Continent had maintained its lead in gold medal count, Qin Continent had started to pressure Abigail.

He even took it upon himself to personally counsel the contestants.

Abigail could clearly sense:
*Many Zhong Continent contestants felt a sense of dread at the mention of Xian Yu’s name.*
*The moment they hear his name, panic sets in, which severely undermines their performance.*
At this moment.

Gu Ling suddenly looked up and, summoning her courage, asked, “Could Xian Yu really rank in Blue Star’s top ten?”

“Top ten?”

Abigail smirked coldly, “The only two people among the Blue Songlympics worthy of top ten status are me and Yang Zhongming.”

“But Xian Yu has won so many gold medals…”

Gu Ling began to speak but quickly shut her mouth, realizing she probably shouldn’t have said that.

Abigail’s lips twitched slightly.

“It’s normal for younger generations to have more creative stamina than the older ones.”

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*Abigail felt a mix of emotions.*
*In all these years, he’d never come across a composer with more creative stamina than Xian Yu.*
There was one statement from Lu Sheng that Abigail agreed with:
*The scariest thing about Xian Yu wasn’t just how high the quality of his compositions was.*
*It was the terrifying quantity of his works, all while maintaining a respectable level of quality…*
Now that the competition had reached this point,
*how many pieces had Xian Yu already presented?*
*Abigail’s primary concern wasn’t how many gold medals he had won.*
*He was now worried about how many more high-quality pieces Xian Yu might still have tucked away!*
If that were the case, even he might struggle against such a monster!

If this were a boxing match,
Yang Zhongming and Abigail, contenders of their caliber, would be akin to seasoned champions who could easily claim victory in one bout but whose stamina inevitably dwindled after just a few matches, leaving them both gasping for breath.

But Xian Yu?

This man seemed tireless, competing match after match without showing the slightest fatigue–not to mention that his skill was nothing short of extraordinary.

*Are we just getting old?*
*Abigail felt a hint of melancholy in that moment.*
*Because he knew that in the future, Xian Yu would undoubtedly become a major headache for Zhong Continent.*
Still, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

*Forget the future for now.*
*At this moment, the team he was leading from Zhong Continent remained invincible!*
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