After just one exchange, Wang Qi had fallen into an immense crisis.
Hu Jianhao was not only stronger than ordinary Qi Refining cultivators in spells and spiritual power; his martial attainments were as well. While cultivators of the same rank could at most master one weapon, he had achieved considerable proficiency in several.
At that moment, Wang Qi hung suspended in the air. The long whip unfolded into a thousand transformations, coiling around him, while the other incarnations launched their attacks. Six weapons surrounded Wang Qi on all sides.
Yet Wang Qi showed not the slightest hint of panic. His expression was as still as deep water. With a twist of his waist and back, he somehow slipped out of the loop as though no force acted upon him at all.
What was that? A flexible-bones technique? No, his body shape did not change at all. It wasn't that sort of art that controlled the bones.
Hu Jianhao's face darkened like water, and the attacks of his remaining incarnations became even swifter.
Wang Qi twisted left and right in midair, and every one of Hu Jianhao's attacks skimmed past his body. Yet when Wang Qi landed, he did not even have a scratch on him!
How was that possible? Hu Jianhao's pupils contracted. Disregarding the risk of exposing his true body, he blurted out, "What principle is this?"
"One Is Not One." Wang Qi laughed. One hand pressed against the ground while the other drew his long blade behind him. Blade light spread out like flowing mercury, blocking Hu Jianhao's pursuit.
In Earth's terminology, "One Is Not One" meant 1 = 0.99999999...
This equation seemed absurd, yet it was one of the most important discoveries in modern Earth mathematics: limits.
When applied to spells, "One Is Not One" became "a