Chapter 1537: Section 1538 Alchemy Formula Chapter 1537: Section 1538 Alchemy Formula Everyone thought that Angel was just making excuses not to answer the question. They figured he couldn't answer and was using the five-minute question time as a cover.
To their surprise, he wasn't contemplating whether he could answer but rather that he could only answer one more question.
In other words, he had to answer Dufan's question within the next three minutes.
How was that possible?
The crowd thought Angel was joking, even Dufan had an expression that said, “Are you kidding me?” But Angel just shrugged nonchalantly, extended a finger, and a whiteboard appeared in front of everyone for instructional use.
Angel glanced at Dufan, “I will demonstrate as quickly as possible and only once. I hope you can understand.”
As he finished speaking, twisted black lines began to emerge on the whiteboard. These lines danced like symbols, morphing, struggling, and piling up to form a series of characters.
Those present were no ordinary people. They immediately realized that the whiteboard was made with illusion techniques. The text on it was also formed from illusions, allowing for Angel's thought processes to not be limited by the speed of his hand, but rather materialized instantaneously through magical symbols.
The characters moved at a blinding speed; almost in the blink of an eye, the whiteboard was filled.
The first whiteboard floated up, and a second one appeared, corresponding with the text above. The characters leapt out like wild horses breaking loose, filling up the second whiteboard faster than the eye could follow.
The third whiteboard… the fourth…
At first, most people could tell that Angel seemed to be outlining a line of reasoning, enumerating specific variables.
But Angel's train of thought moved too quickly. Much of it required a substantial knowledge base and practical experience for instant comprehension. Without this background knowledge, just by watching, understanding the sudden shifts between preceding and following concepts would require deep contemplation.
By the time the third whiteboard appeared, virtually all the Wizard Apprentices present couldn't keep up and were desperately trying to understand each character one by one.
And when the eighth whiteboard appeared, some of the Official Wizards who were not especially proficient in Alchemy Techniques started losing track of Angel's rapid thought process.
By the seventeenth whiteboard, only a very few Alchemists could still follow Angel's thinking.
Dufan and Vannerson were among them.
At this point, neither of them could afford to think of anything else, because all their attention was focused on the sequential reasoning laid out before them. If they got distracted for even a moment, they would be left far behind by Angel's swift thought process.
Even now, they felt they were barely keeping up with Angel's method of thinking, so unorthodox and versatile it was, with themes so broad they could not be consolidated into one single argument.
Angel was like an unleashed wild horse, galloping away. Others were either chasing furiously, only to see him getting farther and farther away, eventually being left behind, or they fell off their horses midway, lying on the ground sighing. Some, from the very beginning, were just running on foot, doomed never to even catch sight of his back.
When the thirtieth whiteboard appeared, Dufan could no longer keep up. Despite his best efforts to understand, there were too many things that puzzled him. However, from his experience with the previous boards, he realized that it wasn't Angel who was wrong, but rather his own knowledge that might not be sufficient, and his ability to make connections was decreasing.
When Dufan was stuck on a problem, he couldn't help but look up at Angel.
Angel didn't pay him any attention, continuing to use illusion techniques to write.
By this point, Dufan was drenched in sweat, while Angel remained as calm as if nothing had happened.
Seeing Angel so confident and in control, Dufan started to regret why he had asked that question.
From what he had been able to decipher himself, Dufan now knew that Angel's range of knowledge was definitely broader, deeper, and more precise than his own. By asking such a question, he was simply humiliating himself!
Dufan's face turned ashen, but deep down he still clung to that slightest hope: perhaps it wasn't that he couldn't keep up with Angel, but that Angel himself had made a mistake along the way?
As Dufan was thinking this, he turned his head to glance at Vannerson.
Vannerson was the finest Alchemist at Ashliea Comprehensive College, aside from the members of the Research and Development Institute. His classes almost always required a struggle to enroll.
If Vannerson, like Dufan, was stuck on the same problem, perhaps Angel had made a mistake in his calculations?
However, when Dufan looked over, he found Vannerson still intently watching the new whiteboard. Small details like the slight twitch of his eyelids indicated that Vannerson's thoughts were still firmly following Angel's.
Meaning that the point where Dufan was stumped was truly due to his own lack of accumulation…
Thinking of this, Dufan felt a tightness in his chest.
But what made Dufan even more uncomfortable wasn't just that. He heard some people behind him whispering about what exactly Angel was proving.
These were the ones who had fallen off their horses midway; unable to keep up with the thought process, they naturally didn't know what Angel was proving.
However, what annoyed Dufan the most was one wizard whispering, “Don't disturb Vannerson, ask Dufan instead. He seems to have stopped, probably couldn't keep up with Wizard Pat's train of thought.”
Dufan's eyes turned bloodshot with anger, but facing this wizard's question, he couldn't afford to lose his temper.
Firstly, Angel was still writing, and interrupting others' thoughts would probably earn him the ridicule of everyone. Secondly, the person who had asked him was not someone he could afford to offend. This person was not only stronger than him, but also a disciple of the Master of the Silver Moon, Guxiluo, with exceptional talent. He only started Alchemy later in life, which was why his technical skills were slightly behind.
Dufan's face flushed red, but he still quietly answered his question: “He is listing an alchemy formula.”
An alchemy formula that could incorporate magical blood energy as related data for substitution and proof.
Three minutes passed, and Angel stopped.
In front of him, a total of thirty-seven whiteboards floated, densely packed with writing on the first thirty-six; only the last one listed a complex formula that made one's head spin at a glance.
Dufan stared intently at the concluding formula. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but he now felt that the characters on this formula were like an arrogant sage, glancing down at him disdainfully, sneering, and showing him contempt.
Angel allowed the thirty-seven whiteboards to remain for another twenty seconds because someone was still following his line of thought.
It was Vannerson.
After twenty seconds, Vannerson finished reading all the previous whiteboards, his expression first showing ecstasy, then savoring the insight, and finally revealing an unsatiated fascination.
Everyone understood that Vannerson was probably the only person present who comprehended the entire proof process of the alchemy formula.
Indeed, Vannerson understood. Even though there were parts he could only judge right from wrong based on experience without delving deeper, he was certain that Angel's proof process, despite frequently leaping thoughts, was flawless.
To Vannerson, it was as if he had witnessed how a previously uncharted alchemy wilderness was built from scratch into a towering skyscraper.
The joy of being a witness was indescribable.