Chapter 41 (2/2)

Everybody looked back and saw an old man whose face had a healthy red hue.

His specific age was a mystery. His hair, beard and eyebrows were white, but his skin was as elastic as a young man’s.

“Here comes Senior Qiao…”

Everyone greeted him with excitement.

He was exactly Qiao Zimu, the best mental calculator, and a Mage close to level two!

“Brother Qiao…”

Delighted, Senior Quan approached him.

“Okay!”

Qiao Zimu waved his hand and looked at Shen Zhe who was writing on the wall. He laughed and said, “Is this the challenger of the top-tier question?”

Senior Quan nodded.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing… Let me tell you, the Ninth Princess showed me the top-tier question once. I studied it for ten days and knew that I couldn’t solve it, so I forfeited!”

Qiao Zimu sniffed and said, “Are you implying that this random guy is better than me?”

“You worked on this question before, Senior Qiao?”

Everyone was stunned.

They had thought that it was the first time the question had been shown, but Senior Qiao had worked on it before and failed!

“Even Senior Qiao couldn’t work it out. Was this guy really writing nonsense?”

“The part that we can understand has been confirmed to be correct…”

Knowing that Qiao Zimu was suspicious, Senior Quan explained.

“Your disciple told me about it when we got here. How can he answer such a difficult question when he couldn’t solve a much simpler one? I’m going to expose him right now…”

Shaking his head, Qiao Zimu stood still and stared at what Shen Zhe wrote.

His Immense mental pressure awed everyone into silence.

“Huh?”

Qiao Zimu read the words on the wall and calculated quickly. Very soon, his contempt was gone, and he was more and more grave and uptight.

Zi! Zi! Zi!

Sweat popped up on his forehead; due to his fast thinking, it was vaporized before it dripped.

Qiao Zimu slowly roamed in special rhythms.

“He’s walking the Eight Trigrams Gait…”

Senior Quan swallowed.

He knew his old friend very well. The only reason his friend was walking the Eight Trigrams Gait was because he was utilizing all his mental power!

His friend had never seemed so overwhelmed!

He was about to ask about the result, when his friend frowned and stepped back with a pale face.

Exhaling, Senior Quan said, “Give me a brush!”

“This guy has forced the best master of mental calculation to use a brush. Even if he’s wrong, it’s still a great achievement!”

“That’s right… I’ve never seen him use a brush…”

Everyone was shocked.

They all knew Senior Qiao’s abilities in mental calculation very well.

Most of the questions he met could be solved without any aid. It was beyond their imagination that he had asked for a brush.

Hu!

Qiao Zimu wrote fast. More and more paper was filled up.

He started to sweat more intensely as he wrote. Hot air was surging out from him as if he were a mobile steamer.

Pu!

Spewing out a mouthful of blood, Qiao Zimu stepped back as if he were greatly wounded.

“Brother Qiao…”

Senior Quan hurried to approach him.

Devouring a pill and breathing quickly, Qiao Zimu had finally recovered. He turned around and said, “Bring me my abacus…”

“He can’t keep up with that guy even with paper and brush?”

…

The man in the long cloak had been writing on the wall without stopping. Everyone’s eyes bulged as they looked on in utter silence…