With the Blade

A good opponent is the best teacher.

Especially when facing an opponent who has repeatedly defeated you, if you can suppress the anger and dissatisfaction, you can glimpse something from them that you lack.

The Warriors who claimed to go into seclusion undoubtedly saw this path, and indeed, they glimpsed something from Du Chengfeng that they themselves did not have—though this kind of thing seems somewhat subtle, somewhat off.

In fact, he himself had felt similar before, such as the more you know, the more you find you know less. Of course, to become stronger, this perhaps is a necessary price to pay, but when reflected upon the power of the mind, this bewilderment and awe towards the unknown ultimately seem not as bold and forthright.

To face this situation, the ancient Yin people also devised some methods, such as using ceremonies or rituals for self-hypnosis, thereby making themselves believe in things that were initially completely unrealistic—indeed, this method is somewhat useful, at least for the Warriors as Yin people, it worked quite smoothly.

But now it seems, this method is ultimately somewhat lacking.

The rituals of the Yin people, after all, are about "making oneself believe in unrealistic things," and after this proactive process, cracks inevitably appear. Perhaps in Yin territory, or during the time in Southern Chen, these cracks were not evident, but now, facing these barbarians with almost no mental power, the consequences of these cracks are all too clear.

Are these barbarians too foolish? Actually, no.

Instead, it is because these barbarians are too intelligent.

Although the Warriors have been treating these barbarians very brutally these days, they never underestimated them—not even for a moment. The local people are actually very smart and pragmatic. When he says something, the barbarians not only quickly comprehend his meaning but also take the initiative to execute more than he expected.

The Warriors even at one point admired these barbarians, they are much smarter than any other foreign slaves he had seen before, and they even know how to calm his anger, thereby reducing the violence they suffered.

But what truly holds these people back is their intelligence.

Perhaps as Du Chengfeng once said, birds of a feather flock together, these people, though as intelligent as the Warriors, are trapped in a world without miracles, just like the Warriors.

Smart people do not believe in miracles. They only believe in themselves, only trust the technology they master, and the knowledge they understand. They act pragmatically, exercising wisdom long honed to perfection.

Thus, they rarely believe in anything unrealistic, and almost never engage in foolish actions.

Just like the previous bowl of mutton soup, anyone with a bit of common sense can calculate that two sheep cannot produce tens of thousands of servings of meat soup—this is something his pragmatic hooded men could never achieve.

"But those fools did it."

In the closed room, two men and a dog simultaneously slapped their foreheads.

Indeed, anyone with common sense can calculate that two sheep cannot produce tens of thousands of servings of meat soup—this does not conform to logic, nor arithmetic. Only foolish people without common sense would think such a thing is possible. This unrealistic thing, from the start didn’t exist—but here lies the problem, precisely because of this illusory belief, this nonexistence, indeed, precisely because of this foolish belief.

The power of miracles was allowed to manifest.

"This is a method more useful than any ritual."

At this moment, the three Warriors collectively sighed.

Though losing to a fool is somewhat embarrassing, upon realizing this, they understood that they truly deserved the loss in that previous fight, that life-and-death clash.

If there were no power of the mind, even ten fools like Du Chengfeng wouldn’t be enough for him to kill, but precisely because of the power of the mind, his meticulous calculations couldn’t surpass the fool’s natural blend.

However, on the other hand, if the power of the mind did not exist, would he really still be alive?

"Sigh..."

Once again, the three Warriors heaved a long sigh.

The great wisdom appears like foolishness, true wisdom like folly—who can truly discern the difference?

The three Warriors closed their eyes; this time they indeed touched upon something, but given their current strength and size, to progress further, they must shatter their almost perfect selves completely and rebuild everything.

This is a rather painful process, almost like a spiritual shattering.

But, one must take this step.

One must always take this step, must continue moving forward—he is a Yin person, he is a Warrior, even perhaps the best Warrior, and quite possibly the last of the Yin people.

As the last glory of the Yin people, he cannot simply stop here no matter what.

"Perhaps, this too is a kind of foolishness?"

The three Warriors glanced at each other, clearly seeing that concealed thing in each other’s eyes.

At this moment, they were certain that they indeed felt something between them.

The necessary foolishness was already in their grasp.

Or perhaps, it should be called determination.

It shouldn’t even be said to be grasped, after all, this thing has never been far from them. It’s just that they have always consciously suppressed it, striving to become smarter and wiser.

And now, they are truly beginning to become whole.

"Ah? You realized something again?"

Du Chengfeng, who came over to deliver food, scratched his head as he looked at the three meditative Warriors in front of him.

"No, what is it that you understood again, can you share it with me?"

"No."

The two men and a dog chuckled.

"All you need to know is that we have now surpassed your level, and that’s enough."

"Oh? Are you serious?"

Looking at the two men and one dog’s smiling faces, especially that grinning dog, Du Chengfeng began to clench his fists.

"Then how about finding some time to spar?"

"No need."

The Warriors still wore those faint smiles.

"I have understood everything, so there’s no need to fight with you anymore."

"You..."

That statement was somewhat infuriating—first saying they’re better, then saying they don’t want to fight, especially when everyone is a Warrior seeking strong opponents, saying something like this is undeniably the most provocative behavior.

Just with this statement, Du Chengfeng admitted that, at least in terms of provoking people, the Warriors might have indeed caught up with his progress.

And just as Du Chengfeng was about to throw a punch to forcibly initiate the fight, the two men and a dog in front of him pushed the door open and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

Du Chengfeng called out to them.

"Going to find a suitable place?"

"No, we have important business to attend to."

The three Warriors didn’t even look back, including the yellow dog.

"We’ve been out here too long already, haven’t we?"

"It’s time to go back."