Cultivator surnamed Hao stared at Ning Zhuo, his gaze deep and shadowed.
He had witnessed Ning Zhuo's enormous leaps forward time and again, all the way until he collected the fifth Profound Soldier Armor and earned the qualification to participate in the Third Level.
A sudden feeling came over him. "Ning Zhuo came prepared!"
"He had immense confidence in his own ability to learn. All of this was within his plans."
"Is this what a first-rate genius is like? So confident in himself! Even when dealing with the Ban Family and Ban Ji, he was brimming with confidence. He believed that even if he sharpened his spear at the last moment and only began learning now, he could still use it to suppress and intercept Ban Ji?"
"Was this unparalleled confidence, or another form of arrogance?"
Ning Zhuo sat cross-legged on the ground, examining himself while reviewing the battle he had just fought.
He reflected, "Is this Formless Beats Form? It really is formidable!"
It reminded Ning Zhuo of a saying from Confucian cultivators: "Follow one's heart's desires without overstepping the bounds!"
A masterful Confucian cultivator could act as he pleased without crossing the rules and laws of society.
"Isn't Formless Beats Form simply the martial path's version of 'follow one's heart's desires without overstepping the bounds'?"
"Every strike appears to be without form, utterly free and spontaneous. Yet in truth, each one begins from the actual battle situation. Whether it is the force exerted by the body or the handling of weapons, everything conforms to the principles of martial arts."
Ning Zhuo put aside his admiration and thought of another important matter. "My learning in the martial path has reached its limit!"
Even if he had yet to use methods like Head Hanging Beam and Cone Piercing Thigh, he