Wang Qi never thought he’d get such an advantage in his first match.
[He just hides behind his shield and invites me to thrash him?]
[That’s like throwing in the towel!]
Looking at this swell guy, Wang Qi felt bad going for it and turned polite. “Isn’t this a bit… off? Want me to let you strike first?”
Kun Zhongxuan knew Wang Qi had no way of cracking his shell and shook his head. “No need. I’m best at reacting, so Brother Wang can go all out…”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Wang Qi was filled with gratitude as he charged.
The strike looked casual and random, but Kun Zhongxuan crossed his arms, ready for the hardest hit yet.
The punch and the shield made contact without the expected reaction. Wang Qi’s fist was so weak, it didn’t trigger the earth shield’s recoiling trait.
Kun Zhongxuan forced himself to take more strength from his meridians to form a new shield. The uncontrolled shield and the new one collided with a thump. Kun Zhongxuan almost got crushed to death from the recoil.
[The heck? Why did his fist beat my shield?]
Wang Qi grasped his shoulder. “Thanks, you’re a really nice guy.”
Langde Immortal Institute’s Kun Zhongxuan, one of the best they had, lost?
“What exactly happened?” As the Foundation Establishment judge gave the verdict, Kun Zhongxuan had retorted, asking Wang Qi instead, “What kind of art was that?”
“This guy…” Hu Jianghao was looking bleak. “I told him again and again, he trained in Celestial Entropy. How could he use shields to take attacks?”
Celestial Entropy was based on the second law of thermodynamics, a special cultivation method tied to system theory. It ignored all restrictions and amplified a system’s disorder. A slight brush, a light glancing blow, was all a Celestial Entropy cultivator needed to render all shields moot.
Finishing his first match, Wang Qi was about to step down, when a shout came. “Argent Apex Immortal Institute’s Wang Qi and Langde Immortal Institute’s Qiu Yunlong on first stage 7th arena.”
Wang Qi started. The calculator set up the matches. Did that mean it judged him in top shape to put him through a second match?
Little Qiu next to Hu Jianghao tensed, “Crap, why me?”
Hu Jianghao took a deep breath and patted his shoulder. “Little Qiu, fight well. It’s not completely hopeless. Just don’t do anything stupid like Zhongxuan.”
Qiu Yunlong nodded, feeling tense as he walked on stage.
Wang Qi gave a half bow in respect to the thin guy. “You’re Qiu Yunlong?”
Qiu Yunlong returned the gesture. “Yes, but I’m different from that fool. Be careful.”
With both ready, the judge gave the signal to start.
Qiu Yunlong’s cultivation method was the same as Liu Shu’s, Nimbus Eclipse, though he lacked her high cultivation. He jumped back the second the match started and formed a spiritual power vortex invisible and untouchable, turning into a tornado in seconds.
Qiu Yunlong was wrapped in winds, obscuring him from sight. As he whistled, the winds gathered in his right hand. Qiu Yunlong focused all the wind’s power to strike Wang Qi.
Wang Qi smirked at the incoming tornado. “That name fits Waveform Essence’s attack better.” And hacked with his blade.
The blade was wrapped in winds and soon everyone gasped as Wang Qi’s blade cut straight through the Divine Sandstorm, making it fall apart around him.
This was a strike deduced from Navier–Stokes equations, a bane to fluid mechanics arts.
The blade cut the winds and Wang Qi smacked Qiu Yunlong’s head with it, knocking him out.
Only then did Hu Jianghao speak the name of Wang Qi’s move. “Surge Break!”
It was a mistake to assume a certain bookworm only knew Celestial Entropy. Wang Qi aimed for the Myriad Arts Sect, which relied on mathematics.
Due to Wang Qi’s summary defeat of Qiu Yunlong and that he still had plenty of matches to do, once Qiu Yunlong was moved off the stage, the calculator had him go through another round.
The third match was a Langde disciple practicing the Celestial Hymn Odyssey. Wang Qi’s many fights with Wu Shiqin taught him a perfect counter to the high electromagnetic field mental art. He was done in three casual swings.
Then came the fourth, and the fifth matches…
None of his opponents managed to get Wang serious.
He won all of them and Hu Jianghao’s face was grimmer than ever.
[His every win is a loss on Langde Immortal Institute.]
The more face they lost, the harder it was for him to bring the freshmen together.
After Wang Qi blew his sixth opponent out of the arena, Hu Jianghao’s face sank.
He thought he underestimated his opponent, but the guy was a force of nature that ruined everything.
Of the twelve matches, eight were between the Immortal Institutes, while four were internal. Langde only had two chances to beat Wang Qi.
As long as they did, their face would recover.
Based on Wang Qi’s display, only he and Ai Changyuan could rival him. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
As Hu Jianghao’s face was clouded over by shadows, the calculator echoed. “Langde Immortal Institute’s Hu Jianghao and Argent Apex Immortal Institute’s Wang Qi on first stage 7th arena!”