An army relied on virtue, not on perilous terrain.
Reward generously, punish severely, and enforce every Legalism decree.
The Military School had four approaches: strategy, force, Yin-Yang, and technique.
The Divine Path receded, and the way of humanity took shape.
Yet under the guidance of the Metal Element's power, what emerged most clearly were scenes of battle. Fragments of the past flashed through his mind like glimmers skimming across water.
“The spirit of the Military School is an essential part of the order of All Under Heaven. But the Black-Armored Elite Soldiers represent only one aspect—a single hair from nine oxen! First came the spirit of the Merchant School, and now the spirit of the Military School. How this Incomplete Dao should develop is gradually becoming clear. The affairs of All Under Heaven neither perish with Jie nor endure because of Yao. Even without Ghost Gods, All Under Heaven can keep turning generation after generation. There must be a framework within it...”
He slowly opened his eyes.
Ahead of him.
The soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.
Far away, black armor filled the space inside and outside the city gate. The soldiers stood as still as clay statues.
At a thought, an Ox Horn appeared in Chen Cuo's hand. The intricate patterns on its surface shone with divine light, releasing the essence contained within.
"Storming an enemy, brute strength, and fighting with Valor—they all fall within the Military School's domain. Just what I need to further complete its spirit."
He squeezed hard. A cluster of brilliant light flew out of the Ox Horn, landed behind him, and became a halo.
The Bronze Man shuddered. The surrounding Black-Armored Elite Soldiers resonated with it, and waves of blood-fueled Valor rose from their bodies, gathering behind Chen Cuo.
Before long, a vast,