"retreat?!"
Dai Mubai was the first to jump up. He stared wide-eyed at Tang San, thinking he must have misheard.
"Tang San, you're not kidding, are you?"
"Why should we retreat? We are now well-equipped and have fourteen Title Douluos and an army of ten thousand!"
"Ning Liu and his men have just assembled; this is the perfect opportunity for us to launch a preemptive strike and blunt their momentum!"
"Yes, a mistress!"
Flanders quickly echoed,
"We've worked so hard to conquer this large territory. If we retreat now, wouldn't all our efforts be wasted, and it would severely damage our morale!"
"Shut up, all of you!"
A cold rebuke interrupted the crowd's discussion.
It wasn't Tang San, but Yu Xiaogang.
He stood up and looked at Dai Mubai and the others with a serious expression:
"The mistress must have her reasons for making this decision! Let her finish speaking!"
Yu Xiaogang held considerable prestige in everyone's eyes. When he spoke, Dai Mubai and the others, though puzzled, could only reluctantly shut their mouths.
The tent fell silent again, and all eyes were on Tang San, awaiting his explanation.
Tang San's face remained expressionless. He reached out and picked up a black flag representing the Ningliu Allied Forces from the sand table, gently twirling it between his fingers.
“You only see our superficial strength, but you don’t see the fragility of our foundation.”
His voice was calm, yet every word was clearly audible to everyone.
"You all know how our 10,000-strong army came to be."
“They came for profit, and they will leave for power. Ning Liu and Bibi Dong’s announcements have already shaken our foundation. If we force a war now, and we get bogged down in a bitter battle, morale will surely collapse.”
"More importantly, you underestimate our enemy."
Tang San's gaze swept over the crowd, "Bibi Dong, level 99; Xu Jiushi, level 98; and Sword Douluo..."
"These three alone would require at least ten Title Douluos from our side to hold them back, and the outcome is uncertain."
"Who will deal with the remaining Ning Liu, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Tang Hao, and the others?"
"If this battle breaks out, even if we win, it will only be a Pyrrhic victory."
“We would lose most of our manpower, and that is not the outcome I want.”
Tang San's analysis, calm and ruthless, instantly extinguished the fervor of Dai Mubai and the others.
They then realized that there was a huge gap between themselves and their enemy in terms of top-tier combat power.
"So...so we're just going to slink away like this?"
Ma Hongjun asked unwillingly, "This is too frustrating!"
"Feeling frustrated?"
Tang San sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his blood-red right eye.
"A temporary retreat is for a grander future. My goal has never been to rule this small, barren land that has long been divided up by various gods."
He suddenly waved his hand, pointing eastward towards the main tent.
My goal is the stars and the sea!
At this point, he turned to the side and introduced the burly man behind him who had been silent all along.
"Let me introduce you all. This is my newly acquired servant."
A servant? Everyone was taken aback and looked at the man with curiosity.
Tang San's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly revealed the man's identity.
"His name is the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. His cultivation level is approaching one million years."
"boom--!!!"
If the previous analysis was meant to calm everyone down, then this sentence was like detonating a bomb in their minds!
Infinitely close to... one million years?!
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