The Titan Grandmaster's regret stirred an inexplicable fury within Richard.
He knew the real Titan Grandmaster had long since died. The one fighting him now was merely his phantom, a fabricated puppet.
But precisely because of that, the fury in his heart rose like a wildfire.
The Civilization Devourer was toying with the dead, desecrating the dead. This was a blasphemous method ten thousand times more vile than the most evil Undead Sorcery!
Richard did not dare imagine how he would react if, one day, his friends were Devoured and turned against him like clay puppets.
Yet after the fury came calm.
Anger could not solve anything. It would only make matters worse.
He had to face reality rationally and think rationally about what to do next.
His physical qualities and combat skills were not enough to win this battle. He had to find a path to victory.
In a flash, the Titan Grandmaster's earlier words flickered through his mind.
"So little Inherited Combat Instinct... combat instinct!"
In that instant, Richard felt as though the clouds had parted and the moon had appeared. He understood why he had always been slower than the Titan Grandmaster.
When he made a move, he first had to think with his brain. Then his mental power had to mobilize energy to coordinate with his body before he could strike.
But the Titan Grandmaster was different. He only needed to think. Without mental power assisting energy mobilization, he could directly rely on combat instinct to organize and build up his moves.
The gap between these two methods of attacking might have been less than a microsecond. But in a battle between rulers, that brief moment was already more than long enough.
"How do I make up for that gap?"
Richard's mind raced. The inheritance of