Yang Yao was the first to grasp the meaning in Xu Kun's words. "Little Kun, are you suggesting... soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals?"
"According to your analysis, they have stationed troops on the west bank and naturally hold an unbeatable advantage. If we want kings against kings, would they agree?" Sikong Ting pressed impatiently.
"They will," Xu Kun said with certainty.
Everyone turned to look at him, wanting to know why he was so sure.
Xu Kun calmly replied, "Mr. Zhuge Wolong made a very good point just now. By choosing to wage war against the Angel Race, we are challenging a superior power from the position of an inferior one."
"In the Angel Race's eyes, humanity has always been nothing more than insignificant ants, a lowly Tier-B Race. Even though humanity has undergone many changes and is no longer what it once was, their fixed impression will not change. Put yourselves in their shoes. If an ant grew up and wanted to arm-wrestle with you, would you accept or refuse?"
Indeed, setting aside the Angel Race's innate arrogance, imagine two ordinary families—one rich and one poor. The originally poor family suddenly became wealthy overnight and tried to challenge the other family's generations of accumulated foundation.
They could choose to ignore them, but that would only happen if the disparity in understanding and scale between the two sides was enormous.
Clearly, whether it was humanity's once-glorious history, the successive Lords of the Era who had emerged in this age, or people like Xu Kun today, the Angel Race could arrogantly look down upon the suppressed human race, but they could never ignore a race gradually reclaiming its former glory.
The fact that they had deployed the full reserves of the Sacred Celestial Realm proved as much.
Since they did