After delivering the most dazzling slash of his life, Wang Qi felt for the first time that he had truly crossed the threshold.
He no longer needed to rely on the forms of the Baize True Array Cut or the Thunder Sound Chord Blade Technique to wield his blade. Once his grasp of force had become clear, any casual slash he made formed a style of its own.
But... it was far from over.
After cutting out that slash, Wang Qi relaxed his limbs and let gravity drag him down toward the lake. He felt the effects of force, while his mind used another path, another algorithm, to calculate what he had just learned.
Classical mechanics reflected how the macroscopic world appeared at low speeds. Certainly, classical mechanics was the foundation of everything; even in superstring theory, it still had a place. But Wang Qi had no intention of studying classical mechanics in depth—for him, the domain ruled by classical mechanics was far too narrow.
"Good thing this academic genius has his own study plan, or I really wouldn't be able to digest this stroke of fortune."
At that thought, a faint smile curled Wang Qi's lips. Then he spread his long blade and began wielding another blade technique.
Baize True Array Cut!
Driven by this blade technique of the Myriad Dharma Sect, Wang Qi's long blade became a stream of silver light that poured in every direction. Crisscrossing blade qi whirled around him like a storm.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Nine slashes in succession, every blade stroke crossing another!
A warm current rose in Wang Qi's stomach. Like boiling blood, it coursed through his meridians and spread throughout his body. More and more realizations flooded into his mind.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Wang Qi