Watching his opponent charge with hoarse desperation, Wang Qi helplessly used Unpredictable Steps to dodge a punch. Then, his fist traced a graceful arc toward his opponent's face.
This punch, this move, had been modeled after an exponential function. Once the fist was thrown, its momentum surged rapidly. That newly admitted disciple was skilled enough, but how could he withstand a punch modeled after mathematical principles?
After knocking down his sixth opponent, Wang Qi pretended to wipe away sweat that did not exist. "In the end, it's still one crushing match after another crushing match after another crushing match. A little boring!"
After the Spirit Treasure Fractal Diagram gathered Wang Qi's soul power into one whole, his computational ability rose another level. Wang Qi's martial arts were rooted in mathematics; the stronger his computational power, the stronger his martial skill naturally became.
Against enemies of this level, Wang Qi truly only needed three punches and two kicks to finish them off.
"Pah! You brat must be blooming with joy inside!" Zhen Chanzi spat from within the ring. "Do you dare open your mind and let people see what you're really thinking?"
The cheers of the Xinyue disciples surrounded Wang Qi. After being suppressed for three days, they had become incomparably eager for such a complete victory.
And when Wang Qi felt the momentum of this glory, his first reaction was actually... a little happiness?
That left him somewhat confused.
The him from his previous life, that person he had gradually begun to forget, seemed to have been someone who disliked fame, right?
No, that wasn't right. That researcher, who could only be considered mildly accomplished, seemed to have been an overaged chuunibyou patient. He probably did not care what others thought of him, and might even have found such things