In the bitter cold, the student challenging Mo Qingze's forehead broke out in layer upon layer of fine sweat. After Mo Qingze pondered for a moment and again recounted the answers to the most difficult of questions he could be asked, the student let out a despairing scream, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. The sound of his knees hitting the ground was so clear that it made everyone's teeth ache.
For two hours, that student had asked questions nonstop, but even after racking his brains and exhausting all the questions he knew, he still could not stump Mo Qingze.
"Impossible, this cannot be, this can't be happening!" The student knelt on the ground, pale as a ghost, his youthful face filled with bewildered distress, clearly unable to accept the reality that Mo Qingze had pushed him to the point where he could no longer even articulate a question.