Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1892 Boneless Chicken Feet Display Their Power

Around midnight, I went to the front line to observe the battle. The enemy's main force was fighting hard, while we were constantly retreating. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back anymore. No matter what, we couldn't retreat. I refused to believe that we could outflank them from both sides. The enemy had fewer people than us, so why were we still fighting like this? Was it because the battle reports showed that the other directions couldn't be held? Perhaps because everyone believed the rumors and the so-called morale collapse, no one could keep fighting forward. They were all thinking of retreating, hoping for a chance to survive. I made an example of a few deserters to show them that running away meant death, but fighting forward offered a chance of survival. I glanced at the approaching figure – "Boneless Chicken Claw," the so-called "Boneless Chicken Claw," was the Bai family's son, their illegitimate son. I waved to him, and I think he saw me. He quickly waved back and smiled, then took a few steps forward, truly unafraid of the so-called hail of bullets, flying down from the sky. He asked if I wanted to fight for fun. I shook my head and said no for today, I'd rather command the battle from the rear. He asked who I thought would win, and I said I probably would, since I was quite confident this time. There are so many small worlds, and I haven't... Having lost before, he knew he had to make the most of this final battle. But he said it wasn't certain; he was there for the Bai family. If he won this time, he'd be in charge of the Bai family from then on. Looking at his childish face, I couldn't help but smile. His father wasn't even dead yet, and he was already thinking about kicking the bucket. It seemed a bit premature. But I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I just smiled at him and asked what we were going to compete in. He said if I wanted to decide who would win, we could make a bet. I asked him if he thought he could win, and he nodded, looking very confident. He also told me that winning or losing wasn't something that could be decided in a moment, but required careful consideration. Many people thought they could win by just fighting casually, but he had been planning this great battle for many years, while we were caught off guard. If we had known beforehand, we probably wouldn't have even had to think about it; we would have won. But now, it's not so certain. They've been planning for so many years just to gain an advantage, but is true strength really as simple as just seizing the initiative? If you lack ability but merely seize the initiative, it's practically the same as not seizing it at all. However, if both sides possess ability, whoever seizes the initiative will undoubtedly have an advantage. This is the essence of evenly matched strength. He asked me why I was so confident. I said that in terms of gaining respect, we definitely have the advantage. After all, their ancestor is in our group. Secondly, it's because of our group's situation. We're not from this world, but we now have a place here. We didn't rise to power by doing odd jobs or performing for others; we truly arrived at the core. If we can seize the core in a short time, wouldn't that prove our abilities are superior to theirs? They've built up so many memories over the years, and this generation is almost squandering them. But what about us? We started from scratch. Coming here is like a dimensional attack for them. They're just here to explore, while they're fighting for their dignity and their families in a final battle. Different starting points lead to different outcomes. Yes, I never thought I would lose. After all, we've never truly lost. Even if we fail once, we'll get back up. The reason our team fails so rarely is because we have all-around talent. Often, when something isn't done well, it's because there aren't people in the corresponding fields to use, so everyone gets stuck in one place and can't get out. But this time is different. Although we've lost a lot of people, we've gradually mastered the methods of our teammates. Even if we haven't mastered some, we can make up for it with other methods. So no matter what, our abilities will always be superior to theirs. This isn't blind confidence, but an affirmation of our team. If after all these years of traveling the world, we haven't even received any affirmation, then our team has worked in vain. The boneless chicken claws over there are showing off their skills, having their subordinates attack us with different moves, and I'm handling it with ease. I must defend this battle, because we haven't won a single one since the beginning.