Xu Yi had chosen the question type he specialized in by chance only in appearance; it was a marvelous application of his extraordinary perception.
The question cards were hidden inside the box, layered one over another, yet Xu Yi could clearly sense what was written on every single one.
If he were the one drawing the questions, how could Wang Minglun possibly avoid defeat?
Though Sun Xijian didn't know exactly what was going on, he remained highly vigilant. Until he figured out how Wang Minglun had lost that round, how could he give Xu Yi another chance to use his trick?
Sun Xijian had assumed Xu Yi would never agree. To his surprise, the moment he made the offer, Xu Yi accepted without hesitation.
At once, boos and cheers rose from below the stage.
The boos were naturally aimed at Sun Xijian. The dignified Ming Dao Society was shameless enough to gang up on one man, and then brazenly take advantage of him on top of that. They had no grace whatsoever.
Who the cheers were for went without saying. Xu Yi, who had just crushed Wang Minglun, was now a peerless hero in the eyes of the Southern Academy students.
"An analysis of how water-type spiritual essence interacts with the medicinal properties of ganoderma grass."
Sun Xijian revealed a question. Xu Yi shook his head decisively. "I don't know the answer to this one. The floor is yours!"
Xu Yi's brisk refusal nearly made Sun Xijian topple over. The crowd below the stage seemed frozen in place.
The Ming Dao Society members were startled at first, then overjoyed. They gathered together and set to work on the question.
There was a time limit for answering, though: half an incense stick.
But this question took barely twenty breaths. The Ming