She could tell that in the preliminary round, what they were testing was all basic knowledge.
Only whoever had the most solid foundation could go further, enter the top eight, and take part in the official matches.
From this angle, the patriarchs of the Grant Branch really did have brains.
If this Mr. Zhuge could knock the arena master off his platform, then his fundamentals were anything but ordinary.
It would also mean his abilities might be even greater than he was letting on.
This kind of contest is always like that: insiders watch the technique, outsiders watch the spectacle.
Lawrence Winters quietly raised his guard.
According to the rules, the arena master first posed questions to the challenger.
Mr. Shu thought for a moment, then twirled his beard and said, "The Three Cave Pearl Bag Essence compiled by King Yan of Northern Zhou—how many fascicles are there in total?"
Mr. Zhuge answered without a second's thought: "Eight thousand and thirty fascicles in all."
