The virtuous shall possess it

"Boom!"

The collision was fierce and violent, with no tricks or technique, no dodging or evasion—just a brutal head-on clash.

That was the style of the Fire Crow Tribe's berserkers.

Simple and savage, they faced any opponent head-on. They did not dodge, did not flee, knew neither fear nor retreat, and used the most violent power to crush every enemy before them!

Their chests were sturdier than the earth, their spines straighter than mountains, and their blood hotter than magma. That was the bearing of a berserker.

Alright, Qing Ming's eyelids twitched.

As someone who had always fought like an assassin or archer, Qing Ming simply could not understand such a barbaric fighting style.

Strength, speed, and technique should be fused as one, with wisdom ruling over all. That was the true essence of battle. This way of fighting had far too little technical merit!

Ji Hao felt the same as Qing Ming, but... the old fellow in his mind was extremely excited.

"A man should be like this! This is what a man should be! Kid, learn from them. Stop always thinking about crooked schemes and petty tricks! Crushing all enemies openly and honorably—that is the proper path."

Ji Hao's mouth twitched.

I could defeat the enemy easily, yet I would have to fight until blood poured all over me? I'd have to be brain-damaged to fight so recklessly!

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash, a figure was sent flying, scattering steaming blood all the way.

It truly was "hot blood."

Every drop of blood burned with scorching flames, its temperature comparable to magma.

"Ji Shu, you're still no match for Elder Brother. It seems the position of Fire Crow Tribe Leader is still mine!"

Flames blazed fiercely as blood likewise streamed from all over Ji Xia's body. However, such