"Yohi yohi! Don't run, Miss Flower! Or else—I'll shoot you dead!" A Japanese officer, sharp-eyed, immediately spotted Aiko and made his way toward her with a glowing gaze. Aiko, wearing high heels, had trouble with her footing while fleeing, and her foot twisted slightly. As the officer approached, he took her firmly by the arms, pulling her close and roughly tugging at her skirt. The other soldiers watched with admiring glances, and the officer proudly declared, "All of you will get your share! One by one! Mine, first!" While the soldiers chuckled and clapped their approval, the officer was suddenly struck hard across the face, and a clear voice questioned, "Do you recognize me?" The officer was deeply annoyed, especially when Aiko offered him her Tokyo University badge, which caused him to lower his head slightly. Yet the other soldiers began to cheer, urging, "Come on! Hurry up! Such a beautiful girl! If you don't take her now, you'll regret it!" The officer went berserk under similar treatment, losing all rationality and shouting at Jisho: "For the past month, ever since we've been fulfilling the Japanese military's orders, we've barely slept a sound night—never had the time to even court a native Japanese woman. This time, I'm going to make it count! For the great honor of Japan! For the great honor of Japan!" With that, he began tearing at Jisho's red dress. High Light’s dismissive attitude infuriated the officer. Ordinary civilians, seeing so many soldiers with rifles, were already so frightened that they had their pants soaked with fear—fear so intense that the more terrified they were, the sooner they were stabbed with the bayonets. Yet High Light, this young man, stood completely calm and unruffled. Something was definitely off—he must have gone mad. Jingzi watched him with growing concern, gently leaning in to whisper, “Be careful! Those are real rifles—they don’t have eyes! We need to find a way out!” But High Light only smiled calmly and said, “Since I’ve come, I’ll face it. I can’t escape now!” As he spoke, the Japanese officer signaled his soldiers to lower their rifles and asked one of them to engage High Light in a one-on-one duel. What a thrilling match that would be! Jingzi felt a bit worried—after all, the Japanese soldier chosen for the duel was tall and broad-shouldered, extremely strong, capable of completely enveloping High Light in his arms. Moreover, the Japanese soldier had numerous scars on his face, looking extremely fierce—indeed, if one judged correctly, he was a true killer. Indeed, the sturdy, broad-shouldered Japanese soldier laughed loudly, "Ha! Ha! You stubborn old turtle! I've already killed ninety-nine people; now with you, that makes exactly one hundred. I've become the top killer in the army! I'm going to claim my glory and rewards!" Gao Liang stared at this arrogant man, who had killed so many of his fellow countrymen, with furious eyes, while Jingzi was equally enraged by the sight of so many Chinese civilians being slaughtered by her own compatriots. It was truly surprising—how could it be that the very textbook he had studied had completely overlooked this world-shaking, heart-rending Nanjing Massacre, now unexpectedly finding himself and Gao Liang transported back in time, to witness this tragic chapter firsthand. Ateji is a person of strong sense of justice. She finds it hard to accept a country using bloody means to invade another. It comes as a great surprise that her own Japan—so proudly proclaiming coexistence and mutual prosperity—has been so brutally invasive and exploitative, truly acting like a robber and a rogue nation. It is no wonder that some countries, having suffered invasion, still remember and cannot forget that painful history, especially when their own zealous and aggressive leaders visit the Yasukuni Shrine and revise their textbooks, deeply hurting the sentiments of nations and peoples around the world. At this very moment, Ateji, driven by her sense of justice, finds herself unable to reflect deeply. A fierce, desperate battle between Japanese soldiers and Gao Liang has just begun. The Japanese soldiers display such arrogance, which is now fully revealed in this moment. With a sharp "ho," the bloodied bayonet of a Japanese soldier is driven straight into Gao Liang's chest. The Japanese soldiers, rigorously trained and battle-tested, naturally possessed solid combat capabilities. But what truly stood out was High-light himself—smiling brightly and saying, "For heaven's sake, it's just a slideshow! So slow! Boring!" The Japanese officers, along with the other Japanese soldiers and Shizuko, were stunned to see that the bayonet, firmly held in High-light's hands, caused him absolutely no pain. In fact, with only a slight pressure, it had twisted into a corkscrew shape. "By the gods, he's just barely applying pressure and it's already turning into a corkscrew!" High-light forcefully pushed the twisted bayonet into the Japanese soldier's mouth, giving it several sharp jabs—remarkably, the soldier's entire set of teeth came loose. "Well deserved!" Shizuko cheered, clapping her hands excitedly as she watched the fierce Japanese soldier receive such a stern punishment. "Dead! Dead! Kill him!" the Japanese officer went berserk. A line of dark gun barrels now pointed directly at High-light. High-light smiled again: "Old Master once managed to deflect a rocket launcher! Your bullets? Too weak. Come on! Let the storm rage even fiercer!" As he spoke those words, High Guang summoned every ounce of mental energy, awakening the energy orb within him and releasing it powerfully. "I wish to become a god! I am the master! I am the god!" With a thunderous roar that sounded like a lightning strike in clear skies, the words shook the Japanese officers and soldiers to their very cores, sending them all trembling. "Ah!" The officer who had just stabbed High Guang was suddenly forced to swallow the spear, which had been twisted into a spiral, as High Guang pushed with just a little more strength. The spear was firmly pushed down his throat and swallowed whole. The officer went pale, foaming at the mouth, then collapsed to the ground, convulsing with his last strength before finally passing away. All the Japanese soldiers were stunned, their eyes fixed on each other with eerie, wolf-like green glares of deadly intent. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunfire erupted in a steady rhythm. Hideko wept, yet she noticed that High Guang had not fallen—instead, he stood beside her. Just before the gunfire began, High Guang had shouted, "Jin Zhong Zao! Manifest!" "As a result, Asumi heard a sharp, crackling sound, like a barrage of gunfire striking the golden bell, especially piercing. 'He's completely unharmed! Good heavens! What's going on now? We can't wait—quick! Use the tank's main gun!' The Japanese officer immediately ordered the tank gun. The steady, glowing muzzle of the gun was now directly aimed at Gao Liang and Asumi. Asumi was terrified and instinctively slipped into Gao Liang's arms. Gao Liang supported her shoulder and said, 'Don't be afraid. I'm here!'