A brutal look flashed across Wang Hu's eyes as he took a look at his unscathed body.
How was a man supposed to establish themselves if they weren't brutal?
This sense of brutality was directed not just toward their enemies… but even more so toward themselves.
Only when one was more brutal toward oneself than toward the enemy would they gain the determination and strength to defeat others.
He raised his paw. Divine power surged, and even his razor-sharp claws extended from his flesh. While suppressing Tiger King Body with full force, he brutally swiped his claws across himself.
"Ahhh!"
A painful cry that was hardly indescribable rang out. It was soft and sounded like a gasp. Wang Hu suddenly felt that one of the injuries that were the hardest to bear in the world must be someone hurting themselves.
