Wang Qi extended his pen and drew his sword.
Mo Zhenzhen felt that this was simply magical. A sword qi shot from a pen? How on earth was that achieved?
Laymen watch the excitement; experts watch the technique. In Mo Zhenzhen's view, Wang Qi's act of stabbing with the pen to emit pure sword qi was already astonishing, but two people saw something even deeper.
The moment Liu Yunxiang saw this sword move, his eyes lit up.
What kind of sword stroke was this? It was clearly the simplest of thrusts, but, but it felt so complex, so... profound!
This sword stroke seemed to draw from number theory, yet the martial arts derived from number theory all seek extreme simplicity and despise change. This sword stroke was clearly gathering endless variations. Despite the multitude of changes, they were not complicated or chaotic, but illustrated the simplest truths.
Just like 1+1=2, 1+2=3...
This sword stroke was a "proof," the equivalent of "validity" in mathematics.
