Wang Qi gathered his mind as one and threw himself wholeheartedly into a new round of calculations.
Calculate, calculate, calculate...
Endless calculations had been the main theme of Wang Qi's life for nearly a month.
The status of True Disciple meant higher reading privileges and greater exchange discounts. Having lost the chance to cultivate within the sect for five years, this status instead meant even more to Wang Qi. In this examination, he could only keep winning, using an unbroken streak of victories to prove himself.
For geniuses, perhaps one percent inspiration truly mattered more than ninety-nine percent perspiration. But without that ninety-nine percent perspiration, that one percent inspiration would not be worth a damn.
Just as one must first paint a dragon before adding the finishing touch to its eyes.
To ensure his combat strength, Wang Qi had focused all his energy this past month on "turning known theories into actual combat power," no longer researching or consolidating theory.
The method for training combat power was also simple. There was only one word—fight.
Wang Qi's main activity was sparring with Su Junyu and Ai Qinglan.
As a True Disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect, Su Junyu cultivated a mental method similar to Wang Qi's, and his fighting style was similarly alike. To Wang Qi, sparring with Su Junyu was more like "setting problems" and "solving problems." A fight where every punch and kick came from working out equations was less a battle of spells than doing exercises.
After every match, Wang Qi felt the exhilaration of having solved several difficult problems—this was not sarcasm. For top students, doing problems was actually deeply meaningful. With every difficult problem solved, one's proficiency in problem-solving methods improved a little, as did one's understanding of the mathematical principles behind those methods.
Fighting Ai