Wang Qi's breakthrough began.
"For the simplest first-order predicate logic..."
All the mana in Wang Qi's body seemed to sense the impending breakthrough, becoming restive.
One by one, the acupoints burst open, and new Yin Yang Yao began to be produced in batches.
"Conducting logical calculus..."
When Wang Qi wrote down this sentence, all the Yin Yang Yao within him began to operate at full capacity.
"...it can be proven that all logically valid formulas..."
Wang Qi's hand, gripping the pen, turned white from exerting too much force, and his black eyes became profound.
An answer was imminent.
"Therefore..."
At the moment when Wang Qi's pen fell, all the Yin Yang Yao in his body instantaneously shattered, and the explosive mana filled his body in a burst.
However, the young man did not perceive it. Or rather, he did perceive it but did not attend to it.
I know! I know!
