45: Chapter 45 The Sick Man of East Asia?

Wang Ye snapped out of his daze.

He suddenly remembered: what had happened to Huang Jingchang?

But when he turned his head, he saw Huang Jingchang lying motionless on the ground.

Wang Ye couldn't believe his eyes.

"Big Brother Huang, are you okay?" Wang Ye crawled over, calling out to Huang Jingchang as he moved.

But Huang Jingchang did not respond.

"Big Brother Huang, didn't you say you'd take me to Raozhou after the war?"

Wang Ye crawled to Huang Jingchang's side, his hand trembling as he reached out.

At this moment, Huang Jingchang's face was charred black, covered in wounds and bloodstains.

And his abdomen was a mass of blood-red.

His clothes were in tatters, and blood continued to seep from the wounds.

Seeing the bleeding wounds, Wang Ye felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Even though he had seen many people die, it was still hard to accept when someone he knew died right before his eyes.

In the sky, the Little Devils' bombers were still roaring.

The entire battlefield was like purgatory, with fires raging and thick smoke filling the air.

The stench of death was everywhere.

After the artillery fire, the main force of the Little Devils pressed forward once again.

Wang Ye looked at Huang Jingchang on the ground; his chest showed no movement, like a statue.

"Big Brother Huang, Big Brother Huang..." Wang Ye patted his face, but there was no reaction.

Wang Ye could feel the heat draining from Huang Jingchang's body.

Despite it being a sweltering September, the body was unnervingly cold.

He had seen today's sun, but today's sun could no longer warm his body.

Wang Ye held Huang Jingchang's remains, leaning against the collapsed ruins.

In the distance, the Little Devils slowly approached.

They looked at Wang Ye and the Huang Jingchang in his arms.

A Japanese Officer stepped forward.

Wang Ye looked up at him expressionlessly.

"I didn't expect anyone to survive such a bombardment. I admire you," Yamano Ichiro said slowly, looking at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye understood what he said, but he didn't react.

"Come, I'll give you a chance—a chance to duel me." Yamano Ichiro curled his lip, his mustache twitching above his lip as he looked at Wang Ye with contempt.

Hearing this, a spark of fury rose in Wang Ye's eyes.

This Little Devil was so arrogant.

When the viewers in the livestream room heard Yamano Ichiro's words, they were all filled with righteous indignation.

"Damn, this Little Devil is too arrogant."

"Son of a bitch, I want to rush in there and hack him myself."

"Brother Wang, don't back down, kick his ass!"

"Brother Wang, if you don't slaughter this Little Devil, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Wang Ye drew the broadsword hanging from his back.

He had specifically sharpened this broadsword several times before going to the battlefield.

The blade of the broadsword glinted with a cold, eerie light under the sun.

Seeing Wang Ye draw his broadsword, Yamano Ichiro also drew the katana hanging at his waist.

"Today, I shall use this treasure sword bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor to take your head," Yamano Ichiro continued with extreme arrogance.

He didn't take Wang Ye seriously at all.

Wang Ye suppressed a surge of rage, thinking of Li Yan's death yesterday and Huang Jingchang's death today.

Wang Ye felt his blood boiling. He gripped the broadsword with one hand, the veins on his arm bulging.

The surrounding Little Devils stepped back, leaving an open space for the two of them.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Ye raised his broadsword and slashed at Yamano Ichiro.

However, the strike missed.

Fortunately, he managed to pull back his strength in time.

But Yamano Ichiro counterattacked with a backhand slash.

Wang Ye's pupils constricted as he struggled to dodge.

But the blade still sliced across his body.

A long wound appeared on his back.

Blood flowed from the wound.

The pain stung his nerves.

"Hahaha! The Chinese are indeed weak," Yamano Ichiro laughed, his face full of mockery.

"Sick man of East Asia."

These words were exceptionally grating to Wang Ye's ears.

The Netizens were also fuming when they heard Yamano Ichiro's taunt.

"Damn it, Brother Wang, if you can't kill this Little Devil, I'm going to track you down offline for real."

"This Little Devil is too freaking arrogant."

I'll ***, no, I'm going to log into the game, find this Little Devil, and kill the bastard!"

The Netizens had already recorded this segment.

They uploaded it to the internet immediately.

In an instant, the video was like a bombshell.

It stirred up a massive wave of reaction.

It directly set the Huaxia internet ablaze.

Players who saw the video entered the game one after another with only one goal: find Yamano Ichiro and hack him into a thousand pieces.

They had never seen anyone so arrogant.

If they couldn't kill this Little Devil, they wouldn't even be able to sleep.

On the other side, Wang Ye's blood pressure spiked, and his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Seeing Wang Ye's furious expression, Yamano Ichiro laughed again.

He looked as if he were playing with Wang Ye like a monkey.

Wang Ye didn't hesitate and slashed again. His moves were quick and without any flashy flourishes.

But every one of his strikes was either blocked or dodged by Yamano Ichiro.

And the wounds on his body gradually increased.

Compared to Yamano Ichiro, he was still lacking quite a bit.

Because Yamano Ichiro was a samurai who had specifically studied the katana.

Although Wang Ye had played some martial arts and fighting games before,

the controls in those games were either automatic or simplified.

They couldn't be considered real martial arts at all.

The wounds on his body were bleeding continuously, but Wang Ye didn't make a sound.

After a few exchanges, Yamano Ichiro felt bored and decided to stop holding back.

He gripped the katana with both hands and charged at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye didn't dodge, and the katana plunged straight into his abdomen.

Intense pain radiated from his stomach.

Sweat poured down Wang Ye's forehead like a river.

But at this moment, a smile appeared on his face.

He swung the broadsword in his hand down violently with all his might.

A head rolled onto the ground.

The eyes on the head were wide open.

As if saying, how is this possible?

The surrounding Little Devils snapped out of it and shouted.

"Colonel Yamano is dead!"

A dense volley of gunfire rang out.

Countless bullets hit Wang Ye, and his body, with the katana still in his gut, fell to the ground.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling the heat draining from his entire body.

His consciousness was gradually blurring.

"I... have avenged you all."

In the livestream room, the Netizens were deeply shaken by this scene.

They hadn't expected Wang Ye to use such a suicidal tactic.

They knew that Wang Ye had never adjusted his pain settings.

He had endured such agony to kill Yamano Ichiro.

This level of willpower was beyond their imagination.

They recorded this video as well.

After it was uploaded, it quickly spread across the entire Huaxia internet.

On the other side, Zhou Xiaoyi, who had just finished her game, saw her fans asking her to watch a video.

"What video? Let me see."

After saying that, Zhou Xiaoyi opened the browser built into her virtual pod.

Then she searched for the video the fans mentioned.

"Sick Man of East Asia? Little Devil Extremely Arrogant, Beheaded by a Ruthless Man."