Those who reached the rank of King, even climbed to the summit and became Emperors—who among them lacked pride? Who among them had not put in painstaking effort?
Who was not astonishingly gifted? Who was not a genius in their own right?
Many said that only Ziwei Style could contend against Ziwei Style. What they really meant was that the Shattered Gold Body was too formidable, especially in Huang Ji's hands. It gave people the feeling that it was simply unbeatable.
This forced them to learn from the strong and study this path, while inwardly and helplessly feeling that their old methods had become outdated and were destined to be cracked in the future. If they did not learn Ziwei Style, they would be bullied by Ziwei Style from then on.
Of course, they were still unhappy about it. It felt like being crushed beneath the wheels of an era.
A new era had arrived, and they had to adapt to the changing environment. Otherwise, they would become niche, second-rate, or even be eliminated. Everyone present was a member of an Interstellar Civilization; how could they not understand that? So they learned, researched, and praised Ziwei Style. They even respectfully acknowledged that Huang Ji had injected new vitality into the Galaxy Battle Tournament.
Yet now, Huang Ji was telling them that Ziwei Style valued intent over form, and that every technique could be incorporated into it.
The Shattered Gold Body was merely a form that helped one get started. It was the simplest one, one choice among countless possibilities—not the only choice.
If one grasped the intent, one could forget the form! Huang Ji had pointed out the essence, demonstrated it personally, and shown them the path. In every word and action, he held nothing back, even fearing that they