Terrifying Talent

Previously, the other side's technique had seemed incredibly bizarre.

Terrifyingly powerful super-regeneration, inexhaustible stamina, and endless strength pouring forth like a perpetual motion machine from the nine "Springs" within his body... yet the Demon Lord remained very calm.

Because he knew that, in the other party's eyes, his own technique would surely seem even more bizarre.

To both sides:

The other was a mysterious and unfathomable super-civilization. Their foundations, moves, and paths were unimaginable, violently crashing against the boundaries of their understanding! Yet what stood before him could no longer be described as merely bizarre. His mind had gone completely blank.

What did he mean by,

Just follow what I do? On the other side.

The players watched, shaking their heads and sighing, curling even deeper into their corners.

"Still too young!"

"When Di Qi learns something, why would he need to understand the principles step by step? He can just copy it directly!"

"You make a move, and he makes the exact same move after you!"

They found this entirely natural by now.

After all, when Di Qi had copied the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique before, they had been utterly stunned as well.

They cursed inwardly: He didn't know linear algebra, he didn't know solid geometry, yet he forcibly learned a half-baked Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique!

"This time, he's actually being clever!"

"He's at a disadvantage. The Demon Lord should run now!"

The players took a deep breath and silently watched the battlefield.

They were already considering where they themselves should flee to afterward, since they too had been scared out of their wits.

But things did not develop as they had imagined.

At this moment, the Demon Lord looked at Di Qi, with that ahoge sticking up from his head, and said in disbelief, "You really... saw my