"You bastard—you bastard!!!" His shoulders trembled violently with rage, and Achill's words had twisted his face into a hideous grimace! Achill's psychological warfare had clearly succeeded. Although he had not told a single lie from beginning to end, those words composed entirely of blunt truths inflicted far greater damage! They were far more effective than lies or deliberate concealment. After all, the power unleashed by a mind forced to break prematurely was limited. If he concealed the truth and waited for his opponent to realize it himself in a desperate situation, the power unleashed then would be far greater than it was now!
Someone who erupted in a hopeless situation knew he was certain to die, so his outburst would be driven by a willingness to perish together with his enemy! An outburst now, however, was a desperate last stand driven by the desire to survive—to fight with everything he had for a slim chance of escape! Clearly, the power born of a resolve to die would far exceed that born of a desire to live! One knew death was inevitable, while the other believed his chances of living or dying were still fifty-fifty. Which would produce greater power was obvious—
Moreover, a premature outburst was much easier to deal with than one at a critical moment, directly eliminating many risks! Minimizing the danger a battle could pose to him had always been an essential part of Achill's approach to combat. A careful look back at his battles made that clear! Not once had he fought without using verbal and psychological pressure to attack his opponent, doing his utmost to dismantle their mental defenses—
Simply put, Achill's fighting style was despair! He brought despair to others! By displaying his overwhelmingly powerful strength and all the advantages he possessed, he deliberately