"So this was the shameful part of the fatty style! A battle that should have set one's blood boiling had been rendered utterly tasteless. That brat Hu Chen had died such an unjust death. Just to seize that tiny opening, he had shown such magnificent courage and such magnificent loyalty. In any other war, it would have been worthy of song and tears—but before the giant pit of the fatty style, it was truly beneath notice. Too cheap."
Above the Destiny Chessboard, Mu Shaoan placed a piece down in boundless melancholy. To be honest, he had experienced countless brutal battles, great and small, in his life, but never one like this. Whether it was enemies, allies, schemes, calculations, conspiracies, taking advantage of favorable terrain and weather, tactics, or strategy—there had been more than enough of all those things.
Yet no matter what method one used, when faced with this kind of fatty style, one could only cry out helplessly at the heavens!
Whether you tried to break through with force, with finesse, by borrowing force, by borrowing finesse, with a single overwhelming wave, a second-rate path, or a three-sided encirclement, it was all utterly meaningless.
"Fatty Zhang must still have deep pits prepared. This doesn't require intuition—it's simply a fact!"
Looking up at the sky, Mu Shaoan mourned the Ancient God 'Game' for three seconds. This Ancient God was actually very strong, but he had made the mistake of not pinning Fatty Zhang down and killing him at the very beginning. As a result, although this battle had only just begun, he had already lost completely.
Yes.
It was that simple.
Don't refuse to admit it.
Otherwise, go ahead and run the deduction—
The human-sea tactic was unfolding right now. These Three-Headed Monsters were indeed the greatest nemeses of sword