No one dared speak. Over the years, all the troublemakers among the Canghai Pirates had been beaten into submission. Once Hou Niao made up his mind, no one dared say another word.
Well, there was one, but unfortunately, that person was not here now.
Everyone said the Canghai Pirates' greatest weakness lay in him, but viewed from another angle, their greatest strength lay in him as well. He would not have dared say that before, but now he did, because he had advanced another step, because his Three Sword Stances system had begun to take shape, because of the "hanging" Thunder Talisman.
He had to shoulder this alone. Others did not understand, but he knew very well that the Canghai Pirates' greatest weakness was not their dependence on a single leader, but the brevity of their history and heritage.
For any force, history was an important measure of its underlying strength. With history came a flame passed from hand to hand, allowing it to withstand the ravages of wind and rain. Even if it temporarily lost power, was crippled, weakened, or suppressed, a day would always come when it could rise again. That was the value of history.
The Canghai Pirates had no history, so they could not withstand such ravages. Only through constant victories, sweeping everything aside like rotten wood and withered grass, could they cultivate that spirit in the shortest possible time.
If he went last, the preceding battles would inevitably leave a mess of chicken feathers strewn everywhere. Even if he held out to the end, people would still say the Canghai Pirates were mediocre, relying on nothing more than one man's heroic performance.
But if he struck first and swept the opposition away, what followed would leave endless room for imagination. Those were two entirely different