The Strong and the Weak

An ancient sage once said, "When the brave grow angry, they draw their blades against those stronger than themselves; when cowards grow angry, they draw their blades against those weaker than themselves."

Someone who constantly looked before and after acting might become strong, but he could never become someone who stood at the pinnacle. Playing it safe did not mean being timid and hesitant—it meant making the right choice after assessing the situation. Otherwise, why would there be the saying that a true man could bend and stretch as circumstances demanded?

Mu Feng possessed more than limitless potential. When he threw caution to the wind and unleashed all his strength, most Soul Emperors would be unable to withstand his desperate all-out attack.

But his goal had never been to compete with others in bravery or ruthlessness. It was to stand at the very peak of this continent. That required more than talent; it also required a powerful mindset and unyielding perseverance.

And most importantly—the key most easily overlooked—was confidence. Mu Feng was confident that one day he could stand at the top. Confident, but not arrogant. He would compete with Huo Yuhao for opportunities, but he would never betray his own principles for them.

He slowly lowered his hand. If he left Death's Hand alone, perhaps hundreds more lives would be cruelly slaughtered by them over the next few months.

Disregarding the lives of others for the sake of becoming stronger was not the conduct of the strong, much less something Mu Feng, a fine socialist youth of the twenty-first century, would do.

"Move. Once we get inside, deal with every corpse we see first."

Mu Feng knew that Death's Hand took greatest pride in Corpse Explosion. Other than that, there was nothing particularly remarkable about them. But without information,