In the face of absolute power, the weak have no room to bargain.
Several leaders who appeared to be Martial Artists were exceptionally worried.
They were the smallest of the small factions.
Their villages or camps had only a thousand people or so.
'Young Master Tang is so powerful. Will he really, as promised, treat us and the ordinary people in our camps well?'
They didn't have a shred of confidence.
'If it were us, if we had such power and could crush the other camps, the first thing we'd do is conquer them! Ruthlessly! The vanquished would become our slaves, guaranteeing our own people would survive the winter safely.'
On the surface, the eleven factions appeared to be in harmony.
In reality, they were internally divided into three Levels.
Factions with two or more Extraordinary members were in the top tier.
Those with one Extraordinary member were in the middle tier.
