Mo Hua was placed in the first seat, in the first row, an individual seat, exuding an air of "standing alone at the top."
The originally low-key Mo Hua sighed helplessly.
There was nothing he could do; he wanted to be low-key, but his strength wouldn’t allow it.
He was the "Formation Leader."
There was no precedent for a Formation Leader participating in a Formation Competition before, so he could only sit in the first row, taking the solitary first seat, under the watchful eyes of thousands.
Mo Hua felt slightly uneasy.
However, having experienced so many grand situations, he quickly calmed down.
Then came the issuance of topics and the exam.
The entire process didn’t differ much from the previous edition.
Those who could draw would stay, and those who couldn’t would leave.
Each disciple had three chances for mistakes.
Mo Hua found the processes familiar, cordial, yet a bit boring.
Because these formations were simply too easy.
Each year, the Formation Competition hardly saw any difference in formation strength among the disciples, but Mo Hua had grown far stronger than he was three years ago.
With Divine Sense at 20 Patterns and having learned the Ultimate Formation, Formation Pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Formation, his mastery of formations had reached a new level, having even dismantled the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Looking back now, participating in the Formation Competition and replicating the formations from three years ago, Mo Hua felt like he was "playing house" with children.
"Hold back a little..."
Mo Hua sighed, then picked up the pen and began drawing on the Formation Paper, looking listless, yet earnest.
No matter which formation, he drew them with a lazy and slow demeanor.
Mo Hua thought he was "holding back" enough, yet he didn’t realize how much pressure his "laziness" was putting on the geniuses of Qianxue behind him.
Everyone present was a Formation Master, a formation genius of Qianxue, and there was no way they didn’t know about Mo Hua.
No way they didn’t know of Mo Hua’s deeds.
No way they hadn’t seen Mo Hua’s profound formation mastery and extraordinary formation techniques.
Even the thrilling scenes from the Sword Discussion Conference were still vivid in their minds.
Now, Mo Hua stood alone, ahead of everyone.
All formation geniuses could only see his back.
This figure wasn’t particularly tall but was terrifyingly profound.
He was a mountain in formation expertise that was impossible to scale, a chasm that was impossible to cross.
They weren’t even sure how high the mountain or how deep the chasm was.
In formations, a difference wasn’t frightening.
What was frightening was not even being able to see where the difference lay.
Those who didn’t study formations had no clue of Mo Hua’s terror.
Only those who studied formations to a certain level could experience the despair brought by this "evil monster" Mo Hua.
Thus, despite Mo Hua’s lazy demeanor.
His profound presence enveloped the entire scene.
Behind him, many formation geniuses only felt enveloped in the shadow of an "evil monster," cold sweat ran down their backs, and they couldn’t stop their hands holding the Formation Pens from trembling...