After people arrived one after another, Mao Zimiao and Wu Shiqin walked over together. Wu Shiqin still had one martial arts examination left, whereas Mao Zimiao had two. Though Wu Shiqin's face was slightly flushed from the injuries she had sustained the day before, Ai Qinglan's treatnt ant that she was no longer in serious trouble.
Both won were equally shocked when they saw Wang Qi. Wu Shiqin's first reaction was, "Do you think that losing to an opponent of Ai Changyuan's caliber isn't shaful, so you just gave up on yourself?"
"Shiqin, Xiao Qi isn't that kind of person, ow... ow?"
This ti, even Mao Zimiao, who always believed in Wang Qi, wasn't so sure.
"Hahaha, don't worry, don't worry... I'll solve a few big problems later to wake up, then I'm back to being a good student!"
Faced with the dubious looks from those around him, that's how Wang Qi responded.
Before long, as the Primordial Spirit Stage Great Grandmaster opened the restriction on the field, all the matches began and imdiately turned intensely competitive.
For the disciples of Xinyue, this was their last chance to redeem their earlier disgrace. The Langde side, on the other hand, aid to seize the final victory in one fell swoop. Both sides went all out from the start.
Though he appeared a bit listless, Wang Qi was quite clear about his own condition. Even though last night's calculations had drained his energy, with the Spirit Treasure Fractal Map suppressing his soul, his spirit was recovering rapidly. Even if the Immortal Alliance arranged for him to fight Ai Changyuan right then, he could still muster his strength, stimulate his spirit with mana, and endure several hours of intense combat.
In Wang Qi's own words, at this ti, solving two big problems would wake him up and turn him into a good student again.
However, probability is ultimately fair. Wang Qi hadn't faced such dire straits.
While Wang Qi was waiting, Mao Zimiao first competed against a disciple from Langde Immortal Institute. Her opponent, a practitioner of the Thunder True Technique, was dazzling and strong on both offense and defense. However, after half a year of cultivating the Heavenly Calculation Atlas, Mao Zimiao had smoothly integrated her Demon Clan power into her cultivation system. Poised and potent with demon power, she had also cultivated a sense of "Survival of the Fittest." The match turned out to be evenly matched.
Nevertheless, the evolved Heavenly Calculation Atlas was ultimately superior to Thunder True Technique. After a long deadlock, Mao Zimiao finally managed to knock down her opponent.
Watching Mao Zimiao return with a smile, Wang Qi was about to stand up and congratulate her when an emotionless synthesized voice sounded over the field.
"Langde Immortal Institute, Ai Changyuan, Xinyue Immortal Institute, Wang Qi, proceed to Field Number Jia-9 to prepare."
The monotoned synthesized voice from the calculator was flat but the ssage it delivered stirred fiery enthusiasm. Everyone who heard it understood—this was the battle between the strongest of the two Immortal Institutes. It was a battle between two monsters!
The crowd quieted down at the announcent. Soon after, the square erupted into a fervent uproar.
"Take down that guy, Ai Changyuan!"
"Don't lose, Senior Brother Wang!"
New disciples from both factions erupted in cheering support!
Feeling the surrounding gazes, Wang Qi reluctantly stood up, stretching his limbs: "Really... it seems there's no ti to solve two more big problems."
"...Wang Qi, how committed are you to problem-solving?" Wu Fan, ever the sarcastic comntator, remarked.
Wu Shiqin asked, "Are you confident you can win?"
Wang Qi laughed and started walking towards the field, "Confident? Not exactly. Ai Changyuan and I are both strong on offense but weak on defense. If luck is on my side, it's not impossible that the victor might be decided in the first strike."
"Xiao Qi, go for it!" Mao Zimiao, who had hurriedly returned upon hearing the news, also cheered for Wang Qi.
"Got it, got it, I'll try to win beautifully!"
Watching Wang Qi and Ai Changyuan advance towards the combat field from opposite sides, Hu Jianhao was visibly furious.
Damn it... I should have been the one receiving such a grand response!
Despite his deep resentnts towards Ai Changyuan, Hu Jianhao still desperately hoped the arrogant guy could defeat Wang Qi.
Only by utterly crushing Xinyue could he take the first step towards realizing his own ambitions.
Amid various stares, the strongest among their peers t.
Their encounter was not as tense or explosive as anticipated, lacking any sign of "Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire." Ai Changyuan looked around, tilted his head, and motioned outside, "Annoying, isn't it?"
"Yeah, indeed."
The two greeted each other like old friends who had known each other for years, the atmosphere surprisingly amiable.
"To be honest, I've wanted to fight you for a long ti."
"Sa here, a descendant of the Yuanli Master, I've always wanted to et you."
"But I am not just an ancestor's descendant."
Amidst their sporadic chatting, the ongoing match in Field Number Jia-9 ended.
Originally, it was a decently matched contest, but this result now went unnoticed. Everyone's attention was caught by the upcoming match.
This was the real showdown that would determine the superiority between the two Immortal Institutes!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two leaped into the field using their respective movent techniques. Wang Qi, intending to join Wanfa Sect, used a qinggong that was characteristic of Wanfa Sect's style, touching the ground lightly with each step, his every move precise without any deficiency or excess. Ai Changyuan, on the other hand, was much more forceful. With powerful leaps, he reached the opposite side.
Very cooperatively, the two landed at opposite ends of the field. Soon, an official verified their identities and then announced the beginning of the match.
The mont the referee announced the start, Wang Qi sensed a sudden change in his opponent's aura, a robust atmosphere burst forth from him as intensely as fla leaping into boiling oil, instantly reaching its peak.
"Get ready, I won't hold back."
Hearing this, Wang Qi laughed. He drew his long sword from his waist and roared with laughter, "I've never asked anyone to go easy on !"
An invisible force lingered around the sword. This was not sword aura, nor was it Gang Qi, but an intangible and substantial form, manifesting the Material Wave transford by the Elephant Phase Wave Skill. Then, the phase wave concentrated, and the entire sword, spurred by the heat, turned slightly red.
In Ai Changyuan's perception, the initially radiating material waves suddenly beca disordered, sublimated by the heat into thermal energy.
This was the Heavenly Entropy Technique! Should anyone be struck by that sword, the burns would only be collateral damage. The essence of the Heavenly Entropy Technique, the chaos it embodied, would likely enter the body through the slash, causing entropy increase and leading to internal "thermal death."
The sense of danger did not dismay Ai Changyuan but rather fueled his excitent.
Interesting!
At this point, there was only one thing left for them to do.
That was—battle!
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