Ten minutes. From the moment the blitz began to the moment victory was sealed, the whole thing took just a little over ten minutes.
Ten minutes ago, two sailors strolled toward the stern, thinking it was just another boring shift. With hundreds of elite fighters and enough heavy firepower onboard to knock the teeth out of any idiot who tried their luck, what could possibly go wrong? Fast forward ten minutes, and the command center's fallen, half the crew are locked up in isolation cells, and most didn't even get a chance to show off before being benched.
This kind of lightning-fast blitz is classic Jill Young martial arts—hit 'em before they even know what’s coming. Swift as the wind, steady as the forest, fierce as fire, immovable as a mountain. Queen Jill and Teacher Jill each mastered half, then drilled the whole lot into the Eternal Night army—basically the prototype for their ironclad troops.
But let’s be real—even the best squad can’t pull off results like this every time. Actual combat isn’t some endless CS deathmatch where everyone’s a bullet sponge charging straight ahead. Every takedown chews through hundreds of rounds and demands patience; otherwise, the casualty rate is enough to give any commander a heart attack.
Even if you threw ten times as many people at the SD Syndicate, in a place this complicated, it’d take a whole day just to take the ship. And let’s not forget—our side’s special ops team is actually outnumbered by the enemy.
The only reason the special ops team could blitz forward was because the Chosen Ones cracked things open first.
On the flip side, what if it was just the Chosen Ones? Honestly, Li Yuncong, Paladin, Luo Yuxi—they’re top-ranked on the Heavenly List, sure, but if it was just them out there, forget winning—they’d be lucky to escape with their skins.
Take Li Yuncong, for example—sure, bouncing sniper rounds looks cool, but his badass meter’s got a limit, and his reflect skill’s got a cooldown. If he gets mobbed, he’s toast.
Last time Queen Jill tore down the SD Syndicate’s East Ukraine base, she only managed it after stacking up every possible advantage. And she wasn’t flying solo—her crew might’ve been small, but every single one was someone you could trust to watch your back.
So yeah, the Chosen Ones can go full berserker mode up front, but only because the special ops squad is laying down cover fire like their lives depend on it.
The Chosen Ones and ordinary folks teamed up, mixing superpowers with high-tech gadgets, pairing up frontal assaults with surgical strike squads—now that's how you pull off a miracle like taking down the HEAVEN supercruiser in just ten minutes!
Another five minutes passed. The brawl on deck was still going, but it hardly mattered now. The Shadowfall sent a second wave—this time, the techies. More than a dozen of them rushed into the control room, and those who knew their way around the equipment took over the ship’s controls in no time.
With these folks on board, the ship was firmly under control.
"Unbelievable!" Senior Brother Mentor wandered in, gawking left and right, poking at things, and craning his neck to check out the ship’s monitor screens. He watched the SD Syndicate members locked in sealed compartments, all fidgety and powerless, and clicked his tongue: "Clean and efficient, I tell ya! Unbelievable!"
"It’s not over yet. Stay sharp." Jonathan Black snapped out orders: "We still don’t have a full read on the ship. This is enemy turf, so we need a complete scan of the layout ASAP."
"No problem!" Liu Xiaoying replied over the comms. "Leave it to me. I’ll need to set up at least fifty more sensors. The ship’s huge, and my cameras can’t see through all these thick walls. Gimme a little more time."
"Alright, Squad Four’s under your command." Jonathan Black turned to Senior Brother Mentor: "Those canned folks are all yours."
"Me?" Senior Brother Mentor pointed at himself, eyes wide. "I don’t even know how to open a can! And those aren’t docile sardines in there—they’re armored, gun-toting, killer piranhas!"
"Exactly, they’re piranhas. That’s why it’s your job." Jonathan Black shoved the central mic in front of him. "Aren’t you the hypnosis guy? Just broadcast your trance over the ship, toss in some sedatives, and I won’t have to worry about getting my hand bitten off when I pop a can open."
"I’m just a doctor, not Yuri—I’m not even in the right field…" Senior Brother Mentor laughed and sighed, but finally nodded: "Alright, alright, I’ll give it a shot. But I can only calm them down a little, so don’t expect me to knock them all out cold."