All the disciples present had studied Formation, drawn Formation Patterns, and had some foundation; the quality of their work was obvious at a glance.
Several other disciples, full of confidence, stepped forward.
They too had received their clans’ authentic Formation teachings, and the Formation methods they drew on the Array Plate were all neat and beautiful. After finishing, they were somewhat self-satisfied.
However, a glance at the Formation method drawn by Mo Hua made them unavoidably distracted.
The Formation Patterns were precise, not a hair out of place, as if they were directly transferred from Formation Books.
Not only that, but the strokes were like silver hooks and iron paintings, strong and forceful.
This was an Earth Series Formation.
Mo Hua also casually channeled a trace of Earth Dao Meaning, so the entire Formation also settled with a broad and profound charm.
Both form and spirit were complete.
The meticulousness of the "form" could be achieved with effort, but the charm of the "spirit" was not something that could be simply drawn out.
Needless to say, they knew they had lost.
The last was about who could draw something more challenging.
A disciple from a worldly family stepped forward, dressed in white, with a handsome appearance. Mo Hua remembered that this disciple was from the legitimate lineage of the Wen Clan of Qian State, called Wen Xuan.
Wen Xuan’s demeanor was calm as he dipped his brush in ink and began drawing a Second-grade Eleven Patterns Formation.
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised, while at the same time he felt moved.
The descendants of noble clans indeed were extraordinary, as even at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, there were geniuses who could draw a Second-grade Eleven Patterns Formation.
It really was quite remarkable...
Mo Hua nodded his head.
If they were geniuses, then they should be well "nurtured" and encouraged.
They needed to see a gap to fuel their drive to chase after it.
But the gap couldn’t be so vast that they would fall into despair and lose confidence in pursuing the Dao of Formation.
Mo Hua considered this "with a heavy heart".
After thinking it through, he casually chose a Second-grade Twelve Patterns Formation, slowing his pace and adopting a solemn expression, and "exerted all his effort" to draw it out.
Seeing this, Wen Xuan’s face turned ashen, and he gasped,
"Twelve patterns..."
After examining the Formation and then looking at Mo Hua, he conceded with a bow, "I admit defeat."
But his gaze towards Mo Hua was bright with determination.
In his eyes, a fierce ambition was kindled, seeing Mo Hua as his lifelong "rival".
Mo Hua nodded his head with "satisfaction".
With that, the competition was mostly concluded.
All the disciples fell silent.
Without a competition, they had never known, but after truly facing off, they realized they really couldn’t win against Mo Hua in the realm of Formation...
For those not specializing in Formation, with only a superficial understanding of it, the competition seemed to end too quickly.
A group of disciples went up, drew a Formation, then stepped down, some even realizing they had lost before they finished drawing.
Going up quickly and coming down just as fast meant they lost just as swiftly.
Only those who truly mastered Formation knew the vast gap that lay between them...
They vaguely felt there was a deep chasm between themselves and Mo Hua, constructed by Formation.
This chasm seemed just within reach, yet it also appeared impossible to cross.
And if you weren’t careful, you might fall into it and drown...
The usually amiable Mo Hua for the first time appeared "unfathomably deep" in their eyes...
But Mo Hua felt the contest had been too brief.
He had hardly exerted himself.
Seeing no one speaking, Mo Hua looked around curiously and asked,
"Any more challengers?"
The disciples were taken aback, followed by a mix of shame and "humiliation" as they looked at Mo Hua.
It was as if Mo Hua was a very nasty, yet unbeatable "little demon king".
At that moment, another disciple with a stern face and a serious expression, as if disapproving of Mo Hua’s "misdeeds," stood up.
"I’ll do it!"
Mo Hua found him somewhat familiar, but didn’t know his name.
The disciple said, "My surname is Zheng, given name Fang, from the Zheng Family of Zhen State."