--Seven steps to the door... Damn, I'm running out of things to say...
By the rules of the martial world, before "showing off and running away," one had to leave behind a few grand words to prove that one still had strength to spare and had not been beaten back. Otherwise, "showing off and running away" would be a failure, no different from fleeing.
Wang Qi had to take one step and say one grand line, stunning those Demon Race students before making his escape. It was just that... he was nearly out of words.
Fortunately, he was not alone.
Zhao Qingtan was counting the steps too, yet he had not forgotten to play along: "You didn't expect to win the first round either, did you? I think you were still quite confident..."
--Five steps left...
"Formulas are wisdom. They can convey to people the road their predecessors have crossed. This is language, something neither spiritual power nor machinery can accomplish." Wang Qi lowered his gaze toward the threshold of the lecture hall. "Calculation relies too heavily on spiritual power. If you use brute-force cultivation to solve everything, you will be deprived of the chance to acquire this feeling..."
--Two steps left...
"And this feeling is your only bridge to profound mathematics."
--Out...
Just as Wang Qi circulated his power and prepared to raise an escape light, Ao Liu shouted, "Stop right there!"
Wang Qi hastily circulated his power, his thoughts flashing like sparks from flint as he weighed the pros and cons. Then he decided that leaving without stopping would harm his bearing and would not help establish his prestige in the hearts of these Demon Race students. He halted and asked, "What exactly do you want..."
He did not finish the sentence. At that moment, seven-colored demon light