After people gradually arrived, Mao Zimiao and Wu Shiqin came over together. Wu Shiqin still had one martial examination left, while Mao Zimiao had two. Though yesterday's injuries had left an unhealthy flush on Wu Shiqin's face, Ai Qinglan had treated her, and she was no longer in serious condition.
The two girls were equally taken aback when they saw Wang Qi. Wu Shiqin's first reaction was, "You think losing to an opponent on Ai Changyuan's level isn't embarrassing, so you've simply given up on yourself, haven't you?"
"Shi Qin, Xiaoqi isn't that kind of person, meow... meow?"
This time, even Mao Zimiao, who had always believed in Wang Qi, was not so sure.
"Wahahaha, don't worry, don't worry... I'll do a couple of big problems later to wake myself up, and I'll be a good top student again!"
Facing the suspicious looks around him, Wang Qi said this.
Before long, once the Primordial Spirit Grandmaster activated the restrictions around the grounds and all the matches began, the contests immediately reached a white-hot pitch.
For the Xinyue disciples, this was their last chance to wash away their shame. Land Immortal Academy, meanwhile, wanted to press their advantage and pluck the final fruits of victory in one go. Both sides went all out the moment they stepped onto the field.
Though he looked somewhat listless, Wang Qi knew his own condition well. Last night's calculations had exhausted his energy, but with the Spirit Treasure Fractal Diagram suppressing his soul, his mind was rapidly recovering. Even if the Immortal Alliance arranged for him to fight Ai Changyuan right now, he could forcibly draw up one breath, use mana to stimulate his mind, and sustain several hours of intense combat.
In Wang Qi's own words, all he needed right now was to do