Twisted Logic Debate: The First Attempt at the Way of Balance

The Southern faction elder's words fell, and the tent was like water rippled by a gust of wind, the waves not yet stilled. Chen Wuya stood before the table, his fingers still resting on the edge of the battle map. Deep charcoal lines slashed across the southwestern region like a crack no one could ignore.

He did not answer at once. Slowly, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the elder who had slammed the table and shouted in anger.

"You say the rules cannot be changed." When he spoke, his voice was not loud, yet every murmur in the tent fell silent. "Then let me ask—who set the first battle formation?"

No one answered.

A piece of charcoal in the brazier gave a soft crack. Sparks leaped half an inch into the air, making the dimple on his left cheek flicker in and out of the firelight.

"It was set by some senior who survived a battlefield." He answered his own question. "It was not delivered in a dream by immortals, nor was it some heavenly law carved onto a stone stele by the patriarch. If he could set it, why can no one else alter it?"

The middle-aged man from the north snorted coldly. "By your reasoning, should the martial world's century of traditions all be overturned and remade?"

"I'm not trying to overturn them." Chen Wuya shook his head. "I'm saying that matters of the battlefield should not be calculated with the old account books of the sect."

His fingertip tapped a gap on the map. "When the enemy broke through the formation last night, did any unit charge up holding its clan rules to block their blades? How did the survivors hold the line? Because someone noticed the main force