Even if they won by outnumbering him, it wouldn’t be a noble victory.
But Mo Hua carelessly said, "Alright, come at me altogether."
The room suddenly fell silent.
The disciples looked astonished; they did not expect Mo, who was usually gentle, to say something so "arrogant!"
The crowd was instantly ignited.
"Alright!"
"We’ll all compete together; let’s see the real skills in formation methods!"
"Little Mo Hua, I’ll let you see, there are always higher skies!"
"If you lose, you have to call us ’Bro’!"
"Not just ’Bro,’ you should call us Big Senior Brother!"
"Yes, you should call us Big! Senior! Brother!"
…
Mo Hua pursed his lips, it was still uncertain who would be calling whom "Senior Brother."
Comparing formation methods usually had its own rules.
Mo Hua hadn’t participated much in such formal competitions, just tested his skills a bit during his time in the Five Elements Sect.
Although the forms were complex and varied greatly.
Ultimately, it all came down to seeing who could draw faster, who could draw better, who could draw more difficult patterns.
The current competition was similar.
Moreover, since they were in the Tao Teaching Room and had classes, with limited time, they could only roughly compare, just to determine a winner.
First, to see who could draw faster.
But at this first step, the disciples froze.
They had seen before, just how fast Mo Hua could draw formation methods.
Flowing like moving clouds and flowing water, too fast for the eyes to follow; those small hands, marking patterns and points with ink, were so fast that they almost left afterimages...
However, losing in skill doesn’t mean losing in spirit!
Even if they ultimately lost, they couldn’t let their spirits weaken!
Without trying, the outcome was still uncertain.
Several disciples, who thought they were quite good with their speed in drawing formations, stepped forward "generously" and started comparing with Mo Hua on a huge Array Plate at the front podium…
And then they were completely defeated.
They had barely finished less than half, and Mo Hua had already completed his, even sparing some effort, seemingly to save their face by deliberately slowing down a bit...
The faces of several disciples turned ashen, ashamed to step down.
Next, they compared who could draw better.
On the same formation, whoever drew it more precisely, whose lines were more elegant, and whose foundations were deeper, won.