"This... this is absolutely impossible!" Ao Liu felt his worldview overturned once again. He looked at the number on the ground, already calculated to thirty decimal places, then at Wang Qi, who still did not possess even a trace of mana aura, and muttered, "Cheating?"
Cheating seemed to be the only explanation.
"Using slowness to defeat speed" was not impossible, so long as the slower party's judgment and reactions were faster than the quicker party's. Likewise, four ounces could move a thousand pounds, but that too had prerequisites. At the very least, one needed four ounces of strength to deflect a thousand-pound fist.
Jiao had already used demon power. As a great demon in the transformation stage, her thinking speed was undoubtedly hundreds or thousands of times Wang Qi's. Under such circumstances, one second of her thought was equivalent to more than ten minutes of Wang Qi's. There was no reason Wang Qi could be faster than her!
He must be cheating...
With that thought in mind, Ao Liu raised his palm and abruptly unleashed a gust of palm force. The gust was not strong, but it was insidious and swift. Jiao cried out in alarm, having never expected Ao Liu to choose violence. An ordinary person no longer had time to catch that strike.
Fortunately, Zhao Qingtan had been closely watching Ao Liu · Shen Lan Jiao's movements. Wang Qi's performance had not shocked him in the slightest—if anything, he was more shocked by the Demon Race's stupidity. Under equal conditions, he could actually calculate faster than Wang Qi.
He stepped diagonally forward, cutting between Wang Qi and Ao Liu · Shen Lan Jiao. Then he swept out a hand and pressed down Ao Liu's attack with an upturned palm. He snapped, "Ao Liu · Shen Lan Jiao, what