"Death doesn't create pain. Approaching death does..." Jiang Chen spoke off the cuff, seemingly possessing quite a wealth of knowledge on the subject.
That single sentence seemed to enlighten the Evil Self, bringing a look of sudden understanding to his face.
But that wasn't all.
Jiang Chen followed up with an even more astonishing statement. "But in the eyes of a true expert, letting death draw closer bit by bit to create pain is nothing more than a run-of-the-mill technique."
This time, the Evil Self was rather reluctant to believe him. He eyed him suspiciously, feeling that he was taking his boasting too far.
"Understand their obsessions, dissect their resentment, delve into their hearts, then drive a thorn hard into the softest spot in your opponent's heart."
"When dealing with someone who's been slandered, smear him with an accusation even harder to clear;"
"When dealing with someone upright and righteous, expose his unspeakable secrets to the public;"
"If he fears ghosts, fill his surroundings with ghosts. If he fears the dark, destroy every light. If he fears death, make death follow him like a shadow..."
"Destroy what they love, bring them what they hate, keep giving them hope only to tear it ruthlessly apart. Let despair cling to their marrow like maggots, hide beneath their shadows, and become impossible to dispel..."
As Jiang Chen used a sharp knife to write down the key points on the wall, he delivered these words without the slightest ripple in his voice. Every word buzzed like rolling thunder in the Evil Self's ears, leaving his mind reeling.
Incisive, original, and deeply insightful.
That was his assessment of this speech. When it came to teaching others to do evil, it absolutely deserved to be called the pinnacle of the art.
But the problem was...
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