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Furthermore, he took the lead among the group of four, which meant that he was definitely the strongest. In addition, when Mitchell tried to sense Andrius, Clarissa, and the Turtle Sage’s strength, he found that they had no martial aura at all. This made Mitchell even more certain. The strength of Andrius and his companions was mediocre at best and could be controlled easily. Unbeknownst to him, Noir was just the weakest among the four. After all, although a Martial Saint and Divine Step expert were one level apart, and a Martial God and Martial Saint were also one level apart, it was simply incomparable.

Thinking of him and that day makes me angry, and I lunge at him. He quickly dodges my attack, and that makes me angrier. “Think Elena, look at your opponent, find his weakness and use it against him.” Martin coaches on the side. “Blood Moon warriors have no weakness.” The guy I am paired with says with a smirk on his face and that just pisses me off.

” ”Shit,” I breathed. ”But then again, this is the Royal Pack, a pack that has been around for hundreds of years and their strength had only ever grown so I wouldn't beat myself up too much,” ”They are weak because of me,” ”No, they are weakened because of you, not weak, they’re still strong in numbers.” ”So why can't they win?” She slowly shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. ”Being strong in numbers against warriors who are strong on their own, unfortunately, don't amount to much,”

"Cree, where are you?" My eyes sting from the smoke as I push through the panicked crowd. Faces blur past me, some streaked with ash, others contorted in fear. I can barely hear my own voice over the cacophony of screams. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes land on a familiar figure. It's Cree, tied to a wall with thick silver chains that bind his wrists and ankles. Blood trickles down his face, mingling with the bruises that mar his skin. The glint of silver reflects off his limp body, sapping him of his strength. My great grandmother's words echo in my mind - werewolves and silver do not mix. It is their ultimate weakness. And here he is, the strongest wolf I know, subdued by this simple me

This was the apocalypse. The bases could be weaker. They could come with no supplies at all. They could rely on the strong. But the premise was an alliance of people who actually wanted to be strong. You could be weak in strength, but your mindset had to be strong. Hayley wasn't going to carry people who were weak and still stuck in a helpless victim mentality. "So we're not helping them at all?" Alex asked. "Send them my blessings. I'll send 365 blessings for the number of days in a year. Is that enough?"

Loved ones, brother, and friend? That is terrible. By the way, just because you're weak doesn't mean you can't accomplish anything. It does not imply that you are weak or that you lack potential. And it's not because you're weak; you've always been like that. It has no bearing on who you are. The strong will be ordinary without the presence of the weak. Everyone has a weak side and a strong side. People's eyes were just blinded to how society operates and what the current trend is. How humans are classified as puppets by society and how society controls everything.

Connor warns me about our people's safety. -"Just do it. I will deal with the consequences later." Something about Beatrice didn't sit right with me. How can two werewolves birth a true blood phoenix? I had been a fool to assume she was a weakling. A weakling happens when a phoenix chooses to mate with a supernatural creature outside the phoenix realm. Like any other gene, the more characteristics are shared between generations, the more complex it is for the gene to manifest, nonetheless, not entirely impossible. Those with the weakened gene display lesser powers, just like Bea initially couldn't manifest her power at will but could touch it when at the brim of stress. Her display of energy

She knelt directly in front of Mwajuma, her radiant, golden eyes filled with an easy, comforting warmth. "Nothing is wrong, my fierce Earth-Breaker," Zuri smiled, reaching out to gently trace the fading amber tattoos on Mwajuma’s arm. "You simply possess the raw, uncorrupted power of the old world. We are not used to fighting alongside a titan." Mwajuma shook her head, her tactical mind refusing to let it go. "No, Zuri. It isn't just that I am strong. It is that they are weak." The word hung in the air, blunt and uncomfortable. But Mwajuma wasn't insulting her sisters; she was stating a battlefield fact.

“Then we’re good. Just remember, Boss...love is weakness and weakness gets you killed. And it gets the rest of us killed too.” Kael picked up his glass again, taking a slow drink. “Noted.” The meeting moved on to other matters, shipments, debts owed, alliances to be maintained. But Kael’s mind wasn’t entirely in the room. He could feel Zane’s shadow even here, in the heart of his own territory. And he could still hear Damien’s words echoing in his head. Weakness gets you killed. "We leave now." Kael said firmly. ***

Anna needed a partner like Victor, so she no longer wanted Victor to die that quickly, at least not before he killed that old man. "Run?" Victor slowly shook his head. Three spliced monsters were not enough to scare him. If that was all he was capable of, would he have come to the Jwealins' homeland? These three monsters might be strong, but their combat powers should be around 1000, still far inferior to Victor's. "If Windfall eats these things, his combat power will surely increase a lot, right?"