Clutching the shards he'd gathered, he hurled them with all his might at the enemy's eye sockets. Even as the energy blast sent him flying several meters, spitting blood, he got up and charged again, howling as he did so:
"Kill the Japanese devils, and add them to the family genealogy!"
"Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!"
"A hero will rise again in 18 years!"
Some even sharpened broken wooden poles and used them as spears to pierce the chests of their enemies, their eyes reflecting the falling figures, murmuring the names of their loved ones. How tragic, they couldn't see their families one last time...
But I think I died pretty coolly, taking one Japanese superhuman with me, so it wasn't a bad deal!
The members of Amaterasu were bewildered.
They were used to crushing their opponents with their abilities, used to their opponents trembling in their presence. But the group in front of them, who were mostly just ordinary players, were like fearless madmen, oblivious to their bleeding wounds, their eyes filled only with the resolute determination to burn everything to ashes.
A member of the Amaterasukai swung his sword and cut down a man. Just as he was about to draw his sword again, a boy who rushed up from behind the deceased grabbed his arm.
The young boy's shoulder was still bleeding, but his teeth were biting down hard on his wrist, refusing to let go even as the blade pierced through his abdomen.
As if feeling no pain, their eyes shone with excitement...
"Madmen! All Chinese people are madmen! They've gone mad!"
The Amaterasu member roared, but in the boy's bloodshot, obsessive eyes, he saw a fear he had never felt before.
Qi Xu caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. The pink mist blade grew even sharper, and his eyes involuntarily reddened, with tears even beginning to fall uncontrollably.
He could save one, but not a second. He was all alone, and his purpose in coming here was simply to give everyone a key to go home. But they had to overcome the difficulties along the way on their own.
Otherwise, there would be no way to ignite the core of the highway, but... he couldn't help it, and took a hit on his back, risking everything to save the boy. Nijiujiu and Nijiujiu worked together perfectly, grabbing the boy and running away.
It wasn't until the boy felt his injuries slowly healing in mid-air that he desperately turned around to look at Invincible Black Whirlwind, completely bewildered!
Boss Whirlwind saved me! I survived!
Qi Xu had been dominating the other three opponents. Although no clear winner had emerged, he maintained a steady advantage. However, by saving someone and enduring a blow, he allowed his opponents to adjust their strategy, giving them an opportunity.
"Invincible Black Whirlwind, are you a bunch of lunatics? Is he worth risking your life to save? Why can't you sit down and have a proper talk? You've invaded us time and time again. Do you really think we have a good temper?"
Qi Xu was both angry and amused. How could there be such a shameless person? He kicked his opponent away, and with both swords falling at the same time, he used a feint to the east and a diagonal strike to directly sever the hands of his other opponent.
“They’re not crazy,” Qi Xu’s voice was as cold as ice. “They just want to go home, and you’re blocking their way!”
"Fine, then you won't be able to go back to the Chinese server today. You will pay the price for your arrogance."
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