This realization reignited the warriors’ emotions and fighting spirit.


    Seeing their resolve returning, the man shouted again: “Men live to serve their wives, children, and elders! One final fight, and we ensure they live without worry forever. What is there to fear—Ah! My eyes!”


    As he passionately rallied the warriors, a sudden, searing pain struck his eyes. Darkness engulfed his vision. When he instinctively touched his face, he felt two stic tubes embedded in his eye sockets!


    The others, expecting him to lead the final charge, were stunned. His battle cry had turned into a scream of agony. When they looked at him, they saw cosmetics lodged in his eyes, blood and dark fluid pouring down his face from his ruptured eyeballs. His anguished wails and grotesque appearance were terrifying.


    The scene was so horrific that even Mitsui Yoshitaka doubled over and vomited several times.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Mitsui Xinmei, standing nearby, averted her eyes, unable to bear the sight.


    Tawana, initially too frightened to look at the bodies, felt an inexplicable fascination with the gruesome spectacle. She cautiously observed the dead and the blinded man through her peripheral vision.


    As for the other warriors, their freshly kindled courage turned to ice.


    They realized that, given charlie Wade’s strength, even a coordinated charge would end in failure.<fn84b2> Th?s chapter is updated by ?ovelFind</fn84b2>


    Worse yet, anyone leading the charge would be the first to die.


    Just as they were paralyzed by indecision, charlie Wade spoke again: “My patience is limited. Kneel or fall headfirst—you choose!”


    As soon as these words were uttered, the legs of the standing warriors gave way, and they dropped to their knees in unison.


    Ironically, even the warrior who had just been rallying everyone to fight—despite his pierced eyes—also knelt, acknowledging the grim reality.


    The sound of knees hitting the ground was apanied by the ttering of samurai swords being discarded, crashing onto the ground and against each other.


    Mitsui Xinmei stood in stunned silence. She had braced herself for death but never imagined charlie Wade would turn the tide so dramatically.


    Meanwhile, Tawana’s mind was spinning. She had lost count of how many eyeliners charlie Wade had hurled, and her admiration for him had transformed into that of a devoted fangirl.


    Even though she was a few years older than charlie Wade, it no longer mattered.


    Having achieved fame young, she finally understood why some fans were so obsessed with their idols.


    Without an idol, people often refuse to feel inferior to anyone, no matter how powerful. So what if you’re the king of heaven? Didn’t China’s ancestors, who rebelled in Daze Township over 2,000 years ago, dere that kings, princes, generals, and ministers are no different from ordinary people?


    However, once someone finds an idol, especially one they worship fanatically, they’re ready to drop to one knee and belt out “Conquer” even if a razor de tears at their throat.


    Some fans would save up a year’s sry to travel halfway around the world just to see their idol from hundreds of meters away in a packed stadium. The experience moves them to tears, making them feel they could die happily right then and there.


    Simply put, once you’re mentally and emotionally conquered, you can’t suppress the overwhelming urge to surrenderpletely.