If the enemy he faced had not been the Tyrant, but one of the other Ten Kings, Li Xiao might have found the courage to risk his life. But against the Tyrant alone—the one he had always regarded as his goal to surpass—his resolve instantly collapsed when faced with such an overwhelming gap.
Now, the pitiful Li Xiao could only hide behind the crowd and tremble.
But how could Bai Ye let him have his way? Get up there and buy me some time!
"Humorous Dart Man!" Bai Ye shouted, sending ripples through Li Xiao's vacant eyes.
"Do you want to be a coward for life, or a hero for a moment!"
Li Xiao's heart jolted. He subconsciously clenched his fists as shame, fear, resentment, struggle, and countless other complicated emotions intertwined across his face.
"Your retreat today will become a thorn lodged in your heart. Even if you survive by luck today, on countless sleepless nights for the rest of your life, today's Nightmare will appear before you again and again!
You'll see yourself curled up in the shadow of cowardice, listening as the voice in your heart repeatedly asks,
Why didn't you even have the courage to try back then!"
Li Xiao trembled even more fiercely, as though some kind of flame were rising in his eyes.
Bai Ye was delighted at the sight. All that motivational drivel from his previous life had not been for nothing. He immediately intensified his efforts:
"Don't let fear seal away your strength! If you don't act now, you'll regret it someday. When white hair climbs your temples and you look back on your life, you'll see the younger you who should have shone brightly, yet was trapped in place by cowardice!
Do you want to wake from your bed in terror