Formations May Not Be My Specialty, but I Have Cheats

"There is no need to persuade me further. I have made up my mind. We'll compete with them in formations." Fusu's tone was decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

Seeing this, Bei Mingzi knew he could not dissuade Fusu and could only let out a helpless sigh.

"Your Highness, although the Daoist School also possesses a legacy of formations, this old man is not particularly proficient in this field. If I participate in this contest, I cannot guarantee victory," Bei Mingzi said.

The Daoist School was indeed formidable and had inherited some formations, but Bei Mingzi had not studied them deeply.

Moreover, compared to the School of Agriculture's Earth Marsh Twenty-Four Kill Formation, the formations passed down by the Daoist School were simply not worth mentioning.

If he truly had to compete against the School of Agriculture's disciples in formations, Bei Mingzi could hardly guarantee that he would win.

However, just as he finished speaking, Su Chen's voice rang out.

"Hm? Are you preparing to go back on your word? You just said you would definitely defeat the Hundred Schools of Thought and make every one of them score zero. Now that there's a formation contest, you've lost confidence? Your title as a Martial Dao Celestial is pretty pathetic, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Bei Mingzi felt a breath caught in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

He was, after all, a Martial Dao Celestial of the same realm as Su Chen, and his seniority far exceeded Su Chen's.

Why did Su Chen have no respect for his elders at all?

Feeling vexed, Bei Mingzi looked at Su Chen and said, "Young Hero Su, you have never studied formations, so you do not understand their dangers. Formations emphasize foundation and coordination. Personal bravery alone cannot solve everything."

Su Chen