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Wang Chao could no longer withstand Zhang Fusheng's strength and collapsed onto the ground. His severe injuries, excessive blood loss, and the exhaustion from the battle left him unable to stop Zhang Fusheng again. Lying on the ground, Wang Chao still couldn't believe this outcome. Despite all his efforts and having learned in advance about the Huangfu Family's three-pronged attack route, he felt a sense of disbelief.
He had the secret move from Elder Zhang, and the two of them had worked together to bring down that extraordinary dragon. Victory was within reach. Yet, all of this seemed so clear, yet it was not in the hands of either Zhang Fusheng or Wang Chao. Wang Chao would never have imagined that in this monumental war—a war that had lasted a month and had been brewing for three years—the key factor would turn out to be a woman.
A woman who hadn't even reached silver-level strength.
"Fate really plays tricks on people. Now I can only hope Zhu Feng succeeds; otherwise, it would just be a matter of mutual losses," Wang Chao consoled himself as he lay there. However, emotions cannot be deceived. If given a choice, Wang Chao would rather see the world fall into Huangfu Yan's hands than end up in this situation. Zhang Fusheng was truly a fool.
A fool who was perhaps the kindest in the world.
Wang Chao had already closed his eyes, unable to imagine what would happen next. Not to mention that Huangfu Yan would never let the two of them go; even if she did, did Zhang Fusheng really not regret living as a cripple? From being the world's top martial arts genius to becoming someone who couldn't even kill an ordinary Zombie—did he not regret it?
"Zhang Fusheng! Even if you become a cripple, unable to protect me, someone I could leave at any moment," spoke Jian Xiaoqing, who was pressed against a wall by Huangfu Yan with a submachine gun. "Will you regret it?"
Zhang Fusheng raised his hand and replied, "I don't care what happens in the future; as long as I can save you now, I will do anything. Besides, no one will die from this; perhaps it's the best choice!"
"Good!" Jian Xiaoqing said. "Indeed, you are the man I admire. But there's something I must tell you: the one I love will always be that top genius of the world. He will sacrifice himself for me in front of tens of thousands; that's a real man! Remember, I do not love or like a cripple and do not wish to share anything about myself with him!"
As she spoke, Jian Xiaoqing pulled out a dagger hidden at her waist and plunged it into her chest. Being one of Huangfu Yan's people, there was no need for soldiers to search her. No one expected Jian Xiaoqing to stab herself like that. Zhang Fusheng's hand remained raised above his head, frozen in shock as he trembled.
In the next moment, Zhang Fusheng appeared on stage and swung his hand casually. Before Huangfu Yan could react, he sent her flying off the platform. She crashed onto the concrete floor far away, her bones seemingly shattered upon impact. Fate played its tricks again as she landed right beside Wang Chao, her body resembling a grasshopper after autumn—unable to move much longer.
At this moment, everyone was stunned. Who could have imagined such an ending? The thousands of soldiers surrounding them were at a loss for what to do. Wang Chao turned his face to look at Huangfu Yan, feeling an indescribable mix of sadness and joy within him. He didn't understand why these two emotions could coexist in his heart at that moment; he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Joy came from the fact that Huangfu Yan had died right before him, while sorrow stemmed from the loss of Zhang Fusheng's beloved woman, who had also perished before his eyes.
Huangfu Yan was not yet dead; he stared at Wang Chao, who remained silent, gazing back at him. Huangfu Yan spoke, "Isn't it strange? When I was young, the sky was so blue. As I grew up, I realized the sky wasn't blue anymore. But look, the sky now is just as blue as it was in my childhood. Tell me, what have I lived for all this time?"
As he spoke, this man in his seventies began to cry like a child. "My sons are all dead, one of them at your hands. I have nothing left. Why? Why does heaven give me nothing? Have I done something wrong? Have I been unkind to my soldiers? Am I a bad person?"
Upon hearing these words, Wang Chao watched as thousands of soldiers around them dropped their weapons and began to weep openly.
During his time in the Ganzhou Safe Zone, Wang Chao had seen the people there with food to eat and work to do; everyone seemed happy. Huangfu Yan treated his subjects well, and Wang Chao acknowledged this. Previously, the soldiers of Huangfu Army had refused to divulge military secrets even under extreme torture. If they were not truly loyal to Huangfu Yan, how could so many cry together?
"When I heard about Huangfu Ling's death, I knew there was no one left in the Huangfu Family!" Huangfu Yan cried, tears streaming down his face. "I have nothing left! I'm seventy years old, and yet I've lost everything!"
But the world is cruel. Did Huangfu Yan truly have faults? He only sought revenge and wished to possess something when he had lost everything. At that moment, all the hatred and reasons for an unending feud turned into tears falling from the eyes of this seventy-year-old man. Wang Chao shifted his body and used his clothing to wipe away Huangfu Yan's tears.
Tears of a seventy-year-old man.
"Huangfu Army!" Huangfu Yan shouted with all his strength.
"Present!" The cries mixed with shouts; it was the first time the slogan of Huangfu Army was shouted so unevenly.
"From now on, follow Wang Chao. He... he... he is like me!" Huangfu Yan said. "In fact, he resembles me when I was young. I'm tired; I want... I want to keep watching the sky. I don't want to play anymore!" After saying this, Huangfu Yan continued to gaze at the sky, but his eyes closed forever—Huangfu Yan had died. Wang Chao did not want to cry; he wanted to laugh, yet tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"Salute!" an officer from Huangfu Army shouted.
In unison, without a hint of hesitation, seven thousand members of the Huangfu Army saluted. They honored a twisted and deformed corpse, that of a general they held in the highest regard, even though this general had committed a grave mistake in the last three years of his life. Yet, he was the stubborn old man they knew—flesh and blood, with his own sense of right and wrong—Huangfu Yan!
"Everyone here must die!"
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