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Chapter 64: Heroes Are Forged in the Fires of Sacrifice
In truth, everything has its dual aspects.
If one only considers matters from a single perspective, part of the view will always be missing.
Perhaps Zhong Yushu exploited people’s hearts, even leading to the death of some awakeners.
But similarly, it was these sacrifices that brought about a great victory for humanity.
It’s like something Liu Qingfeng once said...
Which hero’s hands are not stained with blood?
...
“Why won’t you just die!”
“Why!”
“Vermin, filth of this world!”
“Obstructing the descent of divine radiance!”
The God-Attendant cursed continuously, his body marked by numerous wounds.
Facing him, Liu Qingfeng was already pale, with hardly an unmarred spot on his entire body.
Yet... he still stood tall.
Leaning on his sword with one hand, he supported himself to keep from falling.
The God-Attendant's expression grew ominously darker as time dragged on. In half an hour, they wouldn’t be able to stop the Security Bureau any longer, and if the delay continued, he would be putting himself in jeopardy.
But the mission handed down was clear—to destroy this school and occupy the defensive forces of Mobei.
Ten minutes...
If he couldn’t win in ten minutes, he would have to retreat, even if that meant facing punishment!
However, with his sister high up in the Cult, there shouldn’t be too much of an issue.
It was all this vermin’s fault—just a weakling who couldn’t even hold a sword properly. Why was he causing such a prolonged delay? Why!!!
“Die!”
With a roar, the God-Attendant’s wings scattered behind him, sweeping toward Liu Qingfeng like blades.
“It should be... almost time...”
Looking behind at the battlefield, estimating the time needed at the city gates, Liu Qingfeng’s lips curled into a smile.
Having been disabled for so long, he realized... he still missed the feeling of the battlefield.
Feather after feather pierced his body, casting up sprays of blood.
The Principal, his energy nearly depleted, gazed at this scene with blood-red eyes, madly slashing through the crowd.
Liu Qingfeng's arms trembled, yet he still forcibly leaned on the hilt of his sword, standing unyielded.
In that moment, his ordinary body seemed like that of a Giant.
As if he were holding up the very sky.
Inside the school building.
One by one, students watching this scene couldn’t help but cry, remembering their own past laziness, playfulness, and negligence. Never had they felt such regret as they did in this moment.
Is this world truly at peace?
It was merely ordinary-looking elders with their not-so-sturdy bodies, who had shielded them from these horrors.
Perhaps, after crying, some became fearful and retreated.
Perhaps, over time, some would forget these moments and continue to drift aimlessly through life.
But... there would always be those who grit their teeth, no matter how bitter or tiring, constantly striving upwards, someday to stand on the Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Like the pioneers of old, protecting everything they wished to protect.
This... was the lesson taught by the teachers and veterans of No.2 High School of Mobei, a lesson given to the next generation of humanity with their lives.
The most profound lesson.
...
Outside the city.
Yu Sheng slowly entered the city.
Ignoring the nearby battlefield completely.
Even though he recognized Wang Wenxuan among them.
Now, the only voice in his heart kept telling him to go see...
To see if there was any difference between outside this Sin City and within.
“Yu Sheng, what the hell are you doing in the city!”
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“Get out quick!”
“Looking to die?”
Seeing Yu Sheng’s figure, Wang Wenxuan couldn’t help but shout, his clothes stained with mottled blood.
Yu Sheng glanced at him blankly.
Then looked at the several bodies on the ground, his expression growing even more perplexed.
Is there truly... anyone dying?
What they were struggling for, was it really something called protection?
“I’m looking for someone...”
He said quietly, then moved faster, skillfully dodging through the corners, always cleverly avoiding the residual energy waves of the battlefield.
And then... he headed towards the school.
Almost there...
Almost.
For some reason, Yu Sheng's heart began to beat faster at this moment. This... must be what nervousness feels like, right?
"Fuck!"
"Aren't you all supposed to be the tough bandits of Jiangbei Province?"
"Where has that toughness gone?"
Wang Wenxuan watched Yu Sheng's departing figure and the continuous energy fluctuations coming from the school, cursing loudly.
"Truly pathetic."
"You're definitely going to die today."
Wang Wenxuan's behavior became increasingly unhinged, no longer caring about the military orders left by Liu Qingfeng, as he wildly swung the huge axe in his hands.
The pace quickened.
Clearly, Wang Wenxuan's words also deeply provoked the others.
Though no one spoke, their fighting style became much more fierce and relentless.
Such nonsense about the younger generation.
That old man, Liu Qingfeng, always said that the future of humanity needed the youth, and that the elderly should just contribute their remaining energy.
Yet, he still used military orders to suppress them.
If...
If after so many years of cultivation, they were still living timidly like those students, merely surviving under the shelter of the pioneers, then all these years had been a waste!
Everyone was holding back a surge of anger.
Unexpectedly, the first to kill an enemy was Zhao Qingyi.
As a student of Spirit Mind Academy, her training focused on using the mind to control objects, slaying enemies invisibly.
But in an instant, even the God-Attendant across from her didn’t expect that as the ice blade shattered, an ice dagger would appear in Zhao Qingyi’s hand, which she gripped and thrust close into the chest of a God-Servant.
Of course, the cost was great. As the God-Servant died, the awakened item exploded.
Wounds appeared all over her body.
Even the hand holding the ice blade continuously dripped with blood.
The fairy who seemed untainted by the world was finally soaked in blood.
"Evil ones..."
"You are all evil, you cannot harm the common people..."
"Nor can you harm the students."
"With my body, I protect humanity..."
Murmuring, the ice sculptures behind her seemed ethereal, as she retracted them back into her body.
Turning her head to glance at the others still fighting, Zhao Qingyi took a deep breath, her expression as cold as ever. She didn't go to assist them but instead, somewhat weakly, began walking towards the school.
Her pace was slow, even unsteady at times.
The ground where she walked was no longer marked with frost, but with specks of blood.
Yet... her steps were resolute.
In this moment, although Zhao Qingyi had lost her ethereal demeanor, everyone watching her departing figure held her in true respect.
Perhaps, this was the real reason the academy sent students out for practical experience.
No matter how talented, without having faced blood and war, one remains merely a greenhouse flower, easily shattered.
Even a slight breeze might cause them to wither and die.
Heroes... are nurtured with life itself.