Chapter 155: King of Destruction

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Virtual Game: A Gunshot and Blood
On board the Shark, Wu Hua had already equipped all his gear. The very first thing he did upon stepping onto the deck was to pull out a gas mask and put it on. Next, he summoned Yiyi, and then he tossed out an RS-O2 tear gas canister. A thick cloud of toxic fog immediately dispersed, accompanied by a chorus of coughing from the deck. Many Japanese players had never experienced such a dirty trick; just as their vision recovered from the blinding flash, they were hit with poison gas.
The damage dealt by the poison gas was negligible, with "-2" floating above everyone's heads, but its side effects were massive. Snot and tears streamed down their faces as they choked, one after another collapsing to the ground and gasping violently.
Wu Hua made the correct choice by not drawing his firearms, as a swift resolution was needed, and his heavy guns were simply too cumbersome.
Rolling on the deck, the Dragon Fang military dagger demonstrated its lethality in close combat. Its first strike slashed across the neck of a gunman, producing a green critical damage value of "-921," immediately followed by purple damage numbers of "-20" ticking away on the gunman's head. Beside him, Yiyi was participating in her first combat alongside Wu Hua. The Reaper’s Sword slashed into the gunman's chest, popping up a damage value of "-351."
Pets and masters truly share a telepathic bond; within a single second, they had dealt over 1,200 points of damage. If Wu Hua had previously shown some mercy when dealing with his enemies, his treatment of Japanese players now could only be described as extremely ferocious and ruthless. The Dragon Fang plunged straight into the gunman's neck.
The surface of the Dragon Fang featured intricate dark patterns and grooves. Once stabbed into a human body, it could instantly disrupt the blood pressure balance, making it easier to pull the military dagger back out. This was the unique feature of a military dagger. If a warrior's energy sword were stabbed in, it would lack this effect, and the vacuum created by human pressure might make it impossible to withdraw.
This strike was fatal. The gunman could not even let out a cry. As the Dragon Fang was pulled out, a fountain of blood spurted, and a golden damage number of "-1621" floated above his head. Capitalizing on Wu Hua's high luck, Yiyi followed up with a downward slash from mid-air. The blade, forged from technological energy, possessed a sharpness up to Grade B3. This single strike decapitated the little Japanese player, generating an even higher golden damage number of "-1787" as the bloody head rolled into the sea.
Filled with murderous intent, Yiyi leaped through the air. Another gunman who had just scrambled to his feet was struck multiple times, producing a series of "swish, swish" impact sounds. The "Heaven and Earth Cross Sword" whipped up a flurry of fiery red light. Yiyi was still quite small, and the Reaper’s Sword slashed entirely across the gunman's legs, causing him to double over in pain.
With a loud roar, Wu Hua rolled over, suddenly sprang up, grabbed the opponent by the shoulders, and threw him over his shoulder straight into the sea.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Three consecutive gunshots rang out. Wu Hua was hit in the right shoulder, and two sprays of blood blossomed. "-12, -16, -14." The female mechanic standing behind the shipboard artillery was stunned. The power of the red-tier PPK pistol approached 30 joules, yet these three shots failed to inflict even 50 points of damage? What kind of insane, overpowered gear was this Chinaman wearing?
While she hesitated in her shock, Wu Hua lunged forward. The Dragon Fang flashed with a cold gleam, its azure blade light cutting through the void like a shooting star.
With a "snap," a bloody gash appeared on the female mechanic's wrist, and her PPK clattered to the ground.
"Ah--------!" Seeing Wu Hua ambushed, Yiyi immediately unleashed "War Roar." The Grade F level of this skill increased kick force by 30%. Yiyi's current strength specialization was 40 points, which became 53 points after the 30% boost. This strength was comparable to the dirt-mound monsters of the past; with a single kick, she could knock an opponent's weapon right out of their hand. Yiyi delivered a kick straight to the female mechanic's chin.
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With a "plop," the sound of someone falling into the sea echoed.
Wu Hua knew that delay was unacceptable at this moment. He had to take out all the mechanic players operating the shipboard artillery to strip the warship of its heavy firepower advantage. Actually, there was no need for him to hunt them down stealthily; these female mechanics were not stupid either. Realizing that enemies had boarded the vessel, they immediately rushed out.
These Japanese women were quite fierce as well. Facing Wu Hua single-handedly, they did not panic in the slightest. Six or seven of them formed a tight encirclement around Wu Hua. There was no longer time to assemble combined mechanical products, so each of them aimed their PPK pistols at Wu Hua and unleashed a barrage of gunfire.
Wu Hua completely ignored these small fries. Dressed in blue gear with an additional 10,000 HP, the PPK pistols were essentially just tickling him.
"Go back honestly and star in AVs. You have no future playing video games here." Wu Hua's Dragon Fang stabbed into the chest of a Japanese woman. This Dragon Fang was a ripper in the truest sense of the word. Its Grade A2 sharpness was terrifying, piercing armor defense with a single strike.
That woman had likely never experienced such excruciating pain. She immediately let go of her gun, screamed "Baka," and before she could finish yelling, Wu Hua pierced her heart area with three consecutive stabs. Wu Hua laughed, "Baka? I think you're more like a baka-n (idiot)!"
On the distant Changfeng, Xiaoyao suddenly noticed that all the shipboard guns on the Itsukushima had fallen silent. Glancing over to see Wu Hua rolling around the deck, Xiaoyao couldn't help but roar, "That son of a bitch Mad Crazy is a bloody hero! Engage the port-side propulsion system and ram them at full speed!"
Wu Hua's whereabouts couldn't be hidden from the Japanese for long. Within five minutes, enemies swarmed both sides of the hull. In the front row was a mixed squad of gunmen and medics. AK rifles cracked relentlessly, and GH5 thrusters roared with flames up to 10 meters long, forcing Wu Hua to roll and dodge behind a shipboard cannon.
"Take down that Chinaman!" Yagyu Jubei shouted from the command cabin, while a group of warriors slowly advanced onto the rear deck under the cover of medics.
At that exact moment, the Changfeng finally slammed into them, its bow colliding directly into the midsection of the Itsukushima.
With an exaggerated, muffled "boom," both ships suffered violent vibrations. Their propulsion systems completely paralyzed, everyone lost their footing and nearly toppled over.
Seeing that the timing was ripe, Wu Hua burst out from behind the shipboard cannon. A ferocious and massive assault rifle was already gripped in his hands, its bullet belt linked from the receiver to his backpack.
"Click-click-click-click-click-click!" The sound of the Ripper assault rifle was exceptionally deep and harsh, but its firepower was astonishing. As the bolt cycled, the bullet belt thrashed wildly outside like a lively shrimp, and spent casings rained onto the deck with a continuous clatter.
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This heavy machine gun-like assault rifle thoroughly lived up to its resounding moniker, "The Ripper." Due to its massive recoil, firing it instantly wove a lethal net of lead that blanketed the port side of the hull. The medics and gunmen at the front took direct hits to the chest, fountains of blood erupting from their bodies. Within seconds, pillars of white resurrection light ascended. The 12.7mm armor-piercing rounds were terrifying; many bullets striking the steel plating on the deck threw up fierce electrical sparks.
The density of the floating damage numbers was simply comparable to a torrential rainstorm falling from the sky.
"Ah----!" Caught up in the thrill of the sweep, Wu Hua's wild tongues of fire devoured every obstacle in their path. The windshields, metal steel plating, cabin doors at the front of the hull, and even the alloy shields of the chip-infused warriors were all shredded to pieces. No one could describe this madness, this slaughter. The scene genuinely felt like a razor-sharp battle blade fiercely churning, cruelly mincing, and mercilessly trampling through enemy ranks...
Warriors aboard the Changfeng boarded the enemy vessel, shouting battle cries as they stormed the starboard side. Xiaoyao had completely lost his mind; completely disregarding the damage sustained by the Changfeng, he rushed forward, wildly slashing with his sword. Whether it was people or ship cabins, he hacked at anything in sight like a wild boar. The situation on the Itsukushima was completely out of control, with both sides locked in a chaotic melee—precisely the scenario Azure Star and the others had hoped to see.
Nearby, the commander of the Akitsu, "Thousand-Faced Kwashiro," was preparing to pull alongside and provide support when he suddenly noticed on his radar that the blue dot representing the Chiyo was moving toward the Chinese sector.
"What's going on?" Thousand-Faced Kwashiro raised his binoculars to look. The lighting system of the Chiyo had completely gone dark, and its propulsion system seemed paralyzed, drifting like a dead ship across the vast ocean.
"Bao Wangwan! Bao Wangwan!" Thousand-Faced Kwashiro picked up the communicator and shouted twice, but received no response.
Glancing over at the Shark, a full ship of warriors and gunmen were sailing toward them, led by a beautiful woman raising her sword proudly against her chest, brimming with high spirits.
Thousand-Faced Kwashiro's heart sank: "It's only been a short while... could the entire crew have been wiped out?"
Which bros cast the urgency votes? 12,000 words is truly exhausting, please forgive me!
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