The battle with Geng Peng was a contest of calculation.
Everyone familiar with Wang Qi understood this.
In his previous life, Wang Qi had earned degrees in both mathematics and physics. With spells derived from theoretical physics being difficult to get started in, he had unhesitatingly chosen mathematics as his path into the Dao. This made his fighting style more akin to that of the Myriad Dharma Sect.
When both sides possessed similar abilities, there was no room to speak of playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.
The Myriad Dharma Sect disciples' fighting style was to crush their opponents with overwhelming computational ability. In this regard, Geng Peng, who had released his spiritual power to the middle stage of Qi Refinement and possessed far more Yin Yang Yao within his body than Wang Qi, ought to have held a tremendous advantage.
But...
The Liuyun Sect disciple watched the situation in the arena and felt a little dizzy. She asked, "Senior Brother Su, am I seeing things? Why do I feel like... Geng Peng is the one being pressed down and beaten?"
Su Junyu's expression stiffened. "Indeed... Wang Qi actually has the upper hand..."
Geng Peng's situation was somewhat dire.
To outsiders, this battle looked like a farce where a single move had to change forms ten times before it could be completed. But in the eyes of those who understood the intricacies, every single move between the two was the result of a clash of computational power!
Once they truly let loose and began fighting in earnest, Wang Qi stopped holding back and unleashed, one by one, all the sword techniques he had calculated over the past few days. He looked almost crazed, wielding the invisible blade in his hand so tightly that not even water could seep