Won?
Staring at Ai Changyuan as he slowly fell to the ground, Wang Qi felt an odd sense of unreality.
Facing Ai Changyuan, he had no certainty of victory.
After unleashing his full-strength strike, he even braced himself for a fierce counterattack.
So I... won? "Haha..." Wang Qi couldn't hold back and burst out laughing on the spot. With a flourish, he flicked his long saber, pointing its tip at Ai Changyuan, "I won. What an interesting duel this was!"
Zhen Chan couldn't help but mock, "You kid, do you have to add that line every ti you finish fighting a worthy opponent?"
Leaning against the edge of the Array Formation Restriction, Ai Changyuan no longer had the strength to stand up. The Array Formation Restriction had absorbed Wang Qi's last strike at the critical mont, and Ai Changyuan was wearing only a Low Level vestnt robe, so he was not injured. Upon hearing Wang Qi's words, the untad genius youth first twitched in the chest, then erupted into intermittent laughter, "Hahaha... Haha... Indeed, it was fun... cough cough..."
Wang Qi closed his eyes, planted his long saber on the ground, and smiled without a word.
"Heavenly Song... hehe, compared to Elephant Phase Wave Skill and Heavenly Entropy Technique, your cultivation in Heavenly Song was clearly far inferior. Yet, the final move was Heavenly Song. That last move was truly marvelous..."
Wang Qi's final strike had actually been propelled by the power of Heavenly Song. He had long stopped his practiction of Heavenly Song, and the total amount of the electromagnetic Heavenly Song power within him was not even a tenth of Wu Shiqin's. Since the September monthly test, Wang Qi had seldom used Heavenly Song to harm enemies, and even his fellow students at the Xinyue Immortal Institute would subconsciously overlook the fact that he too could use this opening Heavenly technique of the four Spirit Beasts.
This was a perfect disguise.
This was a perfect disguise.
Wang Qi's last ten strikes had all been delivered according to Riemannian Geotry. "Through a point not on a line, no line can be drawn that is parallel to the given line"—this was the foundation of Riemannian Geotry. As such, Wang Qi's nine preceding strikes intersected each other, perfectly connecting into one whole. The final strike then, coordinating with the essence of Thunder Sound Chord Saber Technique in harmony with the nine preceding strikes, stacked the electromagnetic wave-like sword aura's peaks upon one another, forcibly emulating an instant electromagnetic field to form an electromagnetic pulse.
Compared to ordinary electromagnetic waves transford into power, the velocity of this sword aura pulse was faster, its might even greater.
Among the four fundantal forces, electromagnetic force and gravity had yet to be unified. Faced with electromagnetic power, Ai Changyuan also lacked good defensive asures, and thus he fell for Wang Qi's stratagem.
"But... cough cough, I still had a trump card I didn't use. Facing an opponent like you, which one to use made feel it wouldn't be a fair win. However, we'll most likely have another go during the joint examination. I'll seek advice from you then... cough cough."
Wang Qi gave a slight smile, "You're lucky; I had only 10 percent of my power left."
A stunned Ai Changyuan replied, "Uh, is there so Divine Skill that can only be cast with 10 percent of power?"
"No, having just 10 percent power left is a Divine Skill in itself."
And it's a powerful external cheat that encompasses both Lock Blood and style.
Seeing Wang Qi's mysteriously profound expression, Ai Changyuan figured it must be a magic technique the other developed on his own or a secret technique too precious to disclose lightly. He didn't press further and smiled, "In six months, I must witness it for myself."
At that mont, the surrounding Array Formation Restrictions were suddenly lifted. Ai Changyuan's body swayed, but he was propped up by Lu Qianqian who had already walked over, "Changyuan, Changyuan, you seem to have lost!"
"I know, huh. Don't make it sound like I'm dead."
"No, I an, you actually lost! You can lose!"
The two walked off like that. Yet even after Ai Changyuan, who had completed his test, left the square to find a spot to rest, Wang Qi still hadn't moved.
And he was still doing it with his eyes closed.
And he was still leaning on a sword.
Quite imposing indeed.
Mao Zimiao probably guessed Wang Qi's thoughts and found it sowhat amusing. She walked over and tugged at Wang Qi's sleeve, "Xiao Qi, let's head back, ow!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Qi seed to have no strength in his body whatsoever, as he swayed toward the girl when pulled. Mao Zimiao was startled, "Xiao Qi, are you hurt? Don't force yourself to stand, ow!"
Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, then quickly sheathed his long sword and headed towards the edge of the arena.
The more Wang Qi acted this way, the more the cat-eared girl felt uneasy. Just to save face, suppressing a surge of reverse blood and trying to look cool—this goofball would totally do sothing like that!
The girl forcefully turned Wang Qi's head toward her, "Xiao Qi, what's really wrong with you, ow?"
The boy seed to blush with shyness as he desperately tried to turn his face the other way. This only confird Mao Zimiao's suspicions. The guy whose skin was as thick as the corner of a city wall—when would he ever make such a coy gesture? The girl beca even more forceful, fixing Wang Qi's head in place, "Speak up, where are you feeling uncomfortable, and then let's go find Senior Sister Ai, ow!"
Wang Qi struggled fiercely, shaking his head in panic. Mao Zimiao sighed, "I'm asking you to see a doctor, not sending you off to die, ow. Is it really that difficult?"
Finally, Wang Qi showed the look of soone who had given up and opened his mouth, letting out a long sigh from deep within his body.
"Ooogh——————"
And then, Mao Zimiao, now drenched from head to toe in vomit, let out a mournful cry, "ow!"
Cough cough, it seems everyone had forgotten, the biggest weakness that student Wang had shown up till now was seasickness.
Fighting with Ai Changyuan, who could control gravity, was like being thrown onto a rollercoaster, constantly enduring the pain of abnormal gravity and the world turned upside down.
For Wang Qi, the accompanying effects of this Wanxiang Heavenly Attraction were even more terrifying than the Sky Collapsing Palm!
If the fight under those conditions continued, with only ten percent of his strength left due to dizziness and nausea, Wang Qi would surely destroy both his and Ai Changyuan's imposing presence— in a sense, Wang Qi with only ten percent of his strength was definitely not to be ssed with.
Ai Qinglan was full of disdain for this. She looked at Wang Qi, who was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, occasionally twitching his arms and legs, and said with an unpleasant tone, "Is this your reason for soaking a girl in bodily fluids in front of everyone?"
"Senior Sister, you actually understand, don't you... Moreover, according to the discourse on living beings, strictly speaking, the digestive tract belongs outside the body; gastric juice and saliva are external solutions, not bodily fluids..."
Wang Qi weakly retaliated with a snark.
"Ai ya ya, you actually dare to debate with , a true disciple from Tianling Ridge, and on the subject of the Life Path at that! Junior Brother, you're quite bold!"
"I didn't want to debate..."
"As to whether gastric juice is a bodily fluid, there is a split opinion between Innate Peak and Spirit Beast Mountain! One side believes the digestive cavity is external, so gastric juice is an external solution. The other insists that gastric juice is a secretion of the stomach and belongs to the extracellular fluid, thus it's a component of bodily fluids!"
"Is this really important..."
Ai Qinglan shook her head with so regret, "Because it is not important, hardly anyone studies it, so it hasn't been resolved!"
Wang Qi pressed hard against his temple, "Let's not talk about the issue of bodily fluids for now—how is the Martial Arts Examination situation?"
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