Caution and Recklessness

Given the same information, a group of people would certainly think things through more thoroughly than one person alone.

This was the perfect example. Killing Dagger thought his threat had Feng Xie cornered, but Feng Xie was actually reading the livestream comments and privately finding the whole thing amusing.

This world was the world of a television drama. Everything in it was illusory; only space was real.

Joseph, whom Killing Dagger held in his hands, was still swinging his arms unconsciously. His eyes looked as though they had seen a towering wave. That was just how the drama portrayed him; he felt no fear at all.

Of course, to Killing Dagger, Joseph's behavior looked like fear. After all, people often did the most unfathomable things when they were frightened.

"Hurry up, or I'll do it!" Killing Dagger threatened when Feng Xie didn't move.

If Feng Xie lost an arm, Killing Dagger was completely confident he could kill him.

Though Feng Xie was a mage, losing an arm meant more than just losing an arm. It often brought a host of other problems: his balance would be thrown off, and every movement would suffer.

Heavy bleeding would also affect his circulation, inevitably weakening his combat ability.

Even a slight decline could be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Black Veil's assassins really have no limits."

Feng Xie stopped watching the comments and looked at Killing Dagger. An emerald-green jade staff appeared in his hand. He tapped it lightly against the ground, and light instantly covered the entire ice sheet. Skeletons began rising from the glow, one after another.

He smiled. "In that case, should I say, 'There's no need to fight fair against wicked fiends—everyone, attack at once'?"

"Have... have you lost your mind? Aren't you afraid I'll kill