Everyone assumed Angel's hesitation over whether to answer was just an excuse. He probably could not answer it, and was using the mere five minutes allotted for questions as cover.
Yet it turned out that what he was considering was not whether he could answer, but that he could only answer one more question.
In other words, he intended to finish answering Du Fan's question within the next three minutes.
How was that possible?
Everyone thought Angel was joking. Even Du Fan wore an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" Angel merely shrugged and briskly pointed into the air. A teaching whiteboard appeared before everyone.
Angel shot Du Fan a sidelong glance. "I'll demonstrate it at the fastest speed possible, and only once. I hope you can understand it."
As soon as he finished speaking, twisting black lines began to appear across the whiteboard. Like dancing symbols, they shifted, struggled, and piled atop one another until they formed row upon row of characters.
None of those present were ordinary people. At a glance, they could tell that the whiteboard had been created by illusion. The writing upon it was likewise made of illusion. That was precisely why Angel's speed of thought was not constrained by the speed of his hands; the illusory characters could appear in one stroke.
The characters leaped across the board at astonishing speed. In practically the blink of an eye, the entire whiteboard was crammed full.
The first whiteboard floated upward, and a second appeared. Continuing directly from the previous text, the characters once again surged like stampeding wild horses, filling the second whiteboard at a speed beyond the naked eye.
A third whiteboard... a fourth...
At first, most people could tell that Angel seemed to be laying out a line of argument and enumerating