At Jixia Academy, debates never ceased. Scholarship clashed, ideas collided, and the Hundred Schools contended.
This debate lasted two and a half years.
At first, the renowned scholars and academic giants of every school remained fairly cordial. They exchanged arguments, voiced their views, and competed fiercely. It was a lively affair.
But as time went on, their ideas collided. You did not agree with me, I did not agree with you; I found you unpleasant to look at, and you found me infuriating. Thus, the once-harmonious debate among the Hundred Schools somehow became... overflowing with martial virtue.
"Mohists, if you have the guts, don't use your mechanisms! Let's have a one-on-one fight!"
Confucian disciples angrily berated the Mohist disciples. "Fancy tricks and bizarre devices—rather than relying on yourselves, you only depend on external objects. What strength does your Mohism even have, brothers?"
The Mohist disciples refused to yield. "What the hell do you pedantic Confucians know? Our Mohism investigates things to benefit the people. Are we supposed to be idiots and refuse to use tools?"
"Who! Who can do something about Confucius?! That old man is way too strong! Ow, my nose!"
Confucius punched Sun Wu, kicked Xu Xing, and cursed loudly, "Damn it! At thirty, one stands firm. It takes thirty of you before Confucius here is even worthy of standing up to fight!"
When it came to the Martial Dao, Confucius was invincible among this group.
At the peak of Returning to Void and Merging with Dao, he had no equal throughout Jixia Academy.
Even Mozi was no match for Confucius.
But as the saw of Mohism, Mozi excelled at mechanisms. Naturally, he would not use his weakness to attack another's strength.
"Screech!"
With a piercing cry, the mechanical Vermilion Bird dove down from the Azure Sky.
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