After a round of commotion, Chu Qing briefly explained the power of the Forbidden Title.
In his view, this power was truly ordinary.
But in Luo Tian and the others' eyes, the power of this title was terrifying to the extreme.
Luo Tian said with a sigh, "When fighting an enemy to the death, who doesn't think about their opponent's name?"
"Everyone harbors killing intent toward their enemies!"
"As long as someone fights you, an additional one percent—even ten percent—of combat power will continuously bombard them!"
"To you, this little bit of combat power may be beneath notice."
"But don't forget: in a life-and-death struggle, the difference of a hair is the difference between life and death!"
"That combat power crosses space, crosses defenses, crosses time, and continuously bombards the opponent!"
"Even if the opponent is a little stronger than you, they will still be defeated!"
"By your account, the power of this title also ignores all resistance, all defenses, and all strange treasures."
"That is simply too terrifying!"
Mental impact, combat power impact, psychological impact.
All kinds of blows could drive a person to despair.
Chu Qing pondered. "Then when I fight people in the future, should I announce my name first?"
"Absolutely!"
"How can you do it without revealing your name?"
"By your account, once your enemies hear your name, they will suffer an invisible blow!"
Chu Qing nodded.
Mythology suddenly spoke. "The greatest use of your title is actually to build a terrifying organization."
"This organization needs no resource consumption. Simply chanting your name is equivalent to consuming resources for advancement."
"Even if the improvement efficiency is low, it will still win the pursuit of countless martial artists, even other races, Mythological Creatures, and other living beings."
"Especially the strong!"
"The stronger one is, the harder it