Watanabe hurriedly took a few steps back, haphazardly wiping the unidentified liquid off his face.
I blinked hard, trying to dispel the blockage in my eyes.
At this moment, Ye Feng had already stood up, looking at Watanabe with a smile on his face, his expression full of mockery and the satisfaction of his wicked scheme succeeding.
"You despicable, treacherous Chinese pig! I'm going to kill you!"
Watanabe blinked repeatedly and charged at him, brandishing his machete.
Ye Feng made no attempt to dodge, simply standing quietly in place, his smile undiminished.
Watanabe had only taken two steps when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer open them.
Redness, stinging, accompanied by extremely intense burning pain and a little itching, a host of bizarre and abstract uncomfortable sensations rushed straight to the top of my head!
And this feeling continues to intensify…
"ah!……"
His heart-wrenching screams and wailing echoed throughout the entire forest in an instant…
It was like being in hell, where demons roared.
The pain Watanabe was experiencing at that moment was as if someone were stabbing his eyeballs with dozens of red-hot steel needles.
That kind of pain is a double blow from both the nerves and the body, and it is indescribable.
"Zhipang! Do you like my gift?"
Ye Feng's tone was clearly gloating and sinister...
"These poisons are extraordinary, a combination of poison guava, boxwood sap, and arrow poison tree sap."
Each of these ingredients alone is highly poisonous, but I combined them.
Even if your dog Emperor were to arrive now, it wouldn't save your dog eyes!
"Ah!...I'll kill you! Ugh! Ya!"
Watanabe completely lost control of his emotions. With this place losing its eyes, the consequences were self-evident.
He swung the machete wildly like a madman, venting his pain and anger.
"Hehehe, you really are stupid. Last time, Little Stutterer tricked you with this trick and even gave you a 'Sounding Box Fruit'..."
I can't believe you've lived this long, and you still managed to fall for the same trick.
It seems your damned emperor didn't bestow upon you any sharp intelligence.
"ah!…"
Watanabe didn't reply, and continued to slash wildly at the air around him.
"Excellent, excellent! This mad dog look is more in line with your persona as a 'Zhipan dog' now."
Ye Feng kept his distance from him, limping as he strolled around the perimeter of Watanabe.
He really did fall just now; he was just putting on a show.
Despite the thickened pigskin leg wraps, the force of the fall still caused a dull ache in my knees.
However, in hindsight, it was worth it.
"Watanabe, I admit that your move of hiding the truth from the light was indeed very bold, and it almost tricked me."
But when it comes to underhanded tricks, the Chinese will always be the ancestors of you Chinese dogs!
At this point, Ye Feng stopped and took out a long strip of chopped firewood from his backpack.
Then he opened another jar and poured some of the sap from the cannonball fruit tree onto one end of the firewood.
"You might not know this, but when you were chasing me, you already committed a major taboo for survivors: anger and impatience..."
You desperately want to win the grand prize and gain freedom, but you don't even consider...
I was clearly running for my life, so why wouldn't I drop my backpack and run away?
Upon hearing this, Watanabe immediately stopped swinging his sword.
Yes, if the other party has chosen to run away, why carry a heavy load?
At this point, even if you had a pile of gold in your backpack, nothing would be as important as your life.
"You!...You..."
Watanabe was panting heavily; the aftereffects of the toxic fumes had fully manifested.
He can hardly speak a complete sentence now.
And blood slowly seeped from his tightly closed eyes, as if he were shedding tears of blood.
The three kinds of highly poisonous tree sap had begun to corrode all the tissues in his eye socket, including the eyeball itself.
"You...you planned this all along, didn't you!?"
Despite the excruciating pain, Watanabe managed to grit his teeth and utter a single sentence.
"That's right!"
Ye Feng took out a lighter and lit the firewood.
"I deliberately took this route to make sure you took the bait."
Because the forest here is denser and the light is dimmer. That way you won't see me taking the jar out.
I was rolling around on the floor hugging my knees just now, partly to make it look more convincing...
It was also to prove to you that I had nothing in my hands and that I really fell, just to lower your guard and make it easier for you to take the bait…
After all, you were tricked by Little Stutterer in the same way before.
And this jar containing the poison was sandwiched between my back and my backpack. Whether I was facing forward or backward, you couldn't see it.
"Hehehe, hahaha!..."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, Watanabe suddenly burst into wild laughter…
The voice carried helplessness, resentment, regret, and a faint sense of relief.
He hadn't actually noticed Ye Feng's hands at all; all he could think about was killing this person quickly and gaining his freedom.
Now it seems that I have been thoroughly outclassed in terms of intelligence by this kid who is five or six years younger than me.
And he... is the Chinese person I despise the most.
"Excellent, excellent, what a treacherous lad..."
Watanabe nodded repeatedly with a bitter smile, seemingly praising Ye Feng, but actually laughing at his own foolishness.
He knew that Ye Feng would never let him go, and even if he did, he would eventually die on this land after losing his eyesight.
He... is completely beyond saving.
"I admit, you're definitely smart enough to be number one. I underestimated you."
"But someone's coming to deal with you tomorrow. That guy Cairnster won't be as impulsive as I am."
"Then you don't need to bother with this. Go see your dog Emperor!"
As he spoke, Ye Feng pulled out his Nepalese knuckle duster and quickly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Watanabe.
This Zhipan man seemed resigned to his fate, but Ye Feng didn't believe it at all.
Their people have never been the type to compromise.
Back then, if it weren't for the arrival of a little boy in their country, they would still be preparing for a plan of annihilation.
As it turned out, Ye Feng was right…
When he got within two meters of the other person, Watanabe suddenly sprang up and began hacking wildly in the direction of the sound with his machete.
"You bastard! I'll drag you down with me even if I die!"
Though his words were harsh, without his eyes and with Ye Feng on guard, he could only furiously hack at the air in a fit of impotent rage.
At that moment, Ye Feng had already arrived behind him...
Nepal plummeted instantly…
"ah!……"
The sharp blade severed more than half of Watanabe's wrist, and the machete fell from his hand.
His entire hand was suspended in the air, almost completely separated from his forearm, with only a thin strip of skin connecting them.
Watanabe collapsed to the ground, clutching his severed hand and wailing in agony…
Ye Feng would show no mercy to this guy who had repeatedly ambushed him and his companions.
On the contrary, he felt that this was not painful enough; for the Zhipan people, no matter how they were treated, it was not excessive.
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