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Chapter 1421: Poisonous Hand Shura

"What fact?" someone shouted.

"The fact is..." Poisonous Hand Shura coldly said, "Even if all of us join forces, we’re no match for the Blood Clan and Werewolves!"

"What good is a bloody battle? In the end, we’ll all be dead, while they are fine, still seizing our things and burning our lands!"

Poisonous Hand Shura glanced at those who were previously agitated, sneering, "Anyone who can’t see this is an idiot, an incurable idiot."

Those people, upon hearing this, immediately felt indignant and retorted, "We haven’t even fought yet, and you’re saying we will be defeated. That’s just boosting others’ morale while bringing down our own!"

Someone else mocked, "Poisonous Hand Shura, both righteous and evil, a notable figure in the Martial Arts World, turns out to be a gutless coward."

More people sneered, "If you don’t want to fight, tuck your tail and run away, why make big speeches here?"

At this moment, Poisonous Hand Shura seemed to become the focus of criticism, with all sorts of ridicule, criticism, and sarcasm pouring in.

Xiao Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew things weren’t that simple.

This so-called sect conference had a lot more going on behind the scenes, and Poisonous Hand Shura was merely a tool pushed to the forefront; there was much more behind him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zheng looked towards Yao Qiantu and Hua Muyang on the viewing platform. The latter, noticing Xiao Zheng’s gaze, smiled at him.

That smile seemed to carry a sense of confidence and assurance.

Xiao Zheng expressionlessly withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the scene below.

The Poisonous Hand Shura, despite the crowd’s reactions, had no change in his expression. Instead, his sneer became more pronounced, and its sardonic taste grew stronger.

"Foolish!"

He sneered.

He used his Gang Qi to carry his voice far and wide, pressing it down further.

The square fell silent, many staring angrily at Poisonous Hand Shura.

"Hmph, do you really understand the power gap between the Blood Clan, Werewolves, and us?" Poisonous Hand Shura asked with a sneer, "How many Great Grandmasters are there among you?"

"How many of you are Pre-Martial Saints?"

"And how many Martial Saints?"

These three questions, like a storm, spewed from Poisonous Hand Shura’s mouth. Without waiting for a response, Poisonous Hand Shura began a self-questioning monologue: "None, hardly any!"

He waved his arms, seemingly very agitated, yet the sarcasm on his face grew thicker, "How many Grandmasters are there? Among over a thousand of you, fear you can’t even pick out twenty like me, a Great Grandmaster!"

"Pre-Martial Saints? Probably just a handful."

"Martial Saints? Ha, I bet not even one!"

"Even with the addition of the four holy lands of martial arts, how much can that number increase?"

Saying this, Poisonous Hand Shura paused slightly, glanced at the now-silent crowd, and coldly said, "The Blood Clan and Werewolves are ancient Western races. Not only do they have countless strong individuals, but each of their warriors is also much mightier than ours!"

"A member of the Blood Clan, in the same realm, can easily defeat three of us!"

"The same goes for the Werewolves."

"Fight? How do we fight this insanely strong opponent? Even if we were twice as strong, we wouldn’t stand a chance!"

At this moment, Poisonous Hand Shura’s expression turned indifferent, "In the Martial Arts World, it’s survival of the fittest, the strong dominate! This is an eternal rule."

"There is a reason behind this."

"In martial arts, there is a terrifying gap between each realm, like a chasm, utterly insurmountable."

"Therefore, in the Martial Arts World, sheer numbers make no difference. A thousand Peak Soldier King Experts probably can’t defeat a single Innate Master."

"A hundred Innate Masters probably can’t defeat a Grandmaster!"

"Even twenty or thirty Grandmasters would probably be easily slaughtered by a Martial Saint!"

"With so many top experts among the Blood Clan and Werewolves, if we fight them, how can we win? If war breaks out, defeat is inevitable!"

After finishing these words, Poisonous Hand Shura swept his gaze over the crowd with a somewhat disdainful look, as if he had won the argument.

But the heroes within the square could only remain silent; they had to admit that Poisonous Hand Shura’s analysis was too reasonable.

This truth was heavy, yet one had no choice but to accept it.

Still, someone unwillingly shouted, "If what you say is true, our Eastern Martial Arts World would have long been destroyed by the West! In history, haven’t there been East-West wars before? When has the West ever successfully conquered the East?"

Poisonous Hand Shura’s lips immediately curled into a sneer and said, "That’s a very good question. Next, I may say something a bit disrespectful, but it is also the truth."

"Yes, our Eastern strength is no weaker than the West, and when it comes to the foundation of martial arts, even stronger than the West."

"But where is that powerful strength?"

"Locked away meditating in the sacred lands’ back mountains!"

"They won’t come out until the most critical moment."

"If that’s the case, what meaning does such power have for us?"

"By then, we’ll have fought bloodily, all dead, our blood staining the earth, and then they’ll come out to clean up the mess, chase away the Blood Clan and Werewolves, and declare victory for the East."

"And then what?"

"We will all just be corpses."

Poisonous Hand Shura sarcastically said, "Do you all like this ending?"

The crowd once again fell silent.

Xiao Zheng looked towards Poisonous Hand Shura, a flicker of light flashing in his eyes.

Although he didn’t like it, he had to admit that Poisonous Hand Shura had grasped the most crucial point.

People’s hearts were being changed by him!

Indeed, on the square, the silent crowd could no longer muster any rebuttals.

Many people’s eyes flickered with complicated emotions, hesitation, bewilderment, confusion.

"You’ve said so much, saying we can’t fight. But the Blood Clan and Werewolves, they really have attacked, so what should we do? Do you have a solution?"

Someone shouted.

This voice contained traces of despair, trembling, and helplessness.

"A solution?" Poisonous Hand Shura spread his hands, "What solution do I have?"

"As I said before, I’m just trying to present a fact to you."

"As for a solution..." Poisonous Hand Shura sighed for the first time, "What fucking solution could I have?"

The entire place fell into a dead silence.

The initially righteous indignation was wiped away, and people exchanged looks, seeing in each other’s eyes a sense of confusion and fear for the future.