"My strength is greater than yours, but I cannot kill you for no reason. After all, it looks bad and carries future consequences, so I will goad you into a fight. What will you do then? You must know that once you back down, your Martial Dao and your future are finished. You will be forced to make a desperate gamble, and then I can kill you at my leisure."
"Take another scenario: suppose your strength is greater than mine. Then I will kneel, I will play the fool, I will crawl between your legs. How could you still have the face to kill me? Where is your Martial Dao then? Can you still be considered a Martial Artist? If you dare to kill me in such a situation, you are no true Martial Artist; you are just a coward afraid of my growth, a petty villain who repays the slightest grievance with vengeance. Your future is finished too. And what about me? Once I survive, I can naturally grow stronger, carefully lay traps, and summon my friends. The moment your power wanes and I find my opening, I can kill you outright—and you won't even be able to run or hide, or your Martial Dao will be completely ruined."
The Martial Artist was instantly drenched in cold sweat. He muttered, "But... but... but such a Martial Artist, one who faces enemies head-on—their Enlightened Spirit, their Divine Coverage Rate, and even their Martial Dao and Heart Form, they truly are—"
Chapter 362