Everyone watched Yu Lian set his sword stance and prepare to charge. Their hearts raced, their blood surged, and they felt their whole beings burning with passion.
"This lunar native... Warrant Officer Yu Lian probably doesn't want any of us to die in vain against a psyker's final counterattack. He may still be young, and look a little too pretty-faced, but he really is a man of responsibility!" Lieutenant Pakin was deeply moved.
"You're a lot more principled than I expected! Fine, then—I'll join you in one more reckless stunt!" Yaxiu Stein glanced at Yu Lian in surprise, and his opinion of him finally improved a tiny bit.
This Sandman was a real man... He truly deserved an honorable death! They watched Kazhan endure his injuries and maintain his battle stance, thinking this.
A hero's end couldn't be too ordinary, too tragic, or too realistic. It had to live up to the public's expectations. And what could be more legendary and dramatic, or better at stirring the public's emotions, than a life-or-death duel that would go down in history?
In the gaps between blades, people sought songs of courage and honor. At the boundary between life and death, they grasped the truth of the soul and the will. Only then could the essence of heroism be forged! A bleak life, as dreamlike as an illusion, could only become real by facing the bloodshed up close, meeting an opponent's gaze, and watching him die at your hands!
That was the proper space-opera style, wasn't it?
Yu Lian looked at the people around him and knew they'd gotten the wrong idea again. But even after living through three lifetimes, he still couldn't understand why anyone would bother fighting with a blade when they had explosives. What did hacking at each other with