"This sword… has two hundred and thirty-one subsequent variations!"
A flash of brilliance shot through Wang Qi's eyes as he derived the formula for this sword technique in an instant, then factored it and reverse-engineered its resolution.
Immediately following, he swung his sword. This sword sealed all the opponent's subsequent variations, breaking through the technique. His Kun Mountain Sword did not stop after destroying the opponent's sword momentum; it continued to advance like the most venomous snake, aiming to pierce into Suo Wenhong's chest.
"Clang!" With a sound, Suo Wenhong retreated his sword for defense, parrying Wang Qi's attack.
Both sides could calculate each other's sword skills because mathematics itself is transparent, allowing a glimpse to reveal the whole. This was a contest to see who would make the first mistake.
