"All this posturing, all that talk about Huaxia martial arts is just nonsense—blow him up!" Commander Myers was a hardcore weapons fanatic; he refused to believe any human defense could actually block his missiles!
But at that moment, Ryan Ling suddenly jumped to his feet, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Blade Edge, rise!"
Instantly, countless strands of golden light howled out from Ryan’s body. When he used the Infernal Madblade Eighteen Styles before, all his saber edges were pitch-black, filled with intense hellish killing intent and haunted by ghosts—creepy as hell. But now everything was different: his saber-qi had become incredibly pure, blazing gold, and radiated an overwhelming sense of holiness!
And as soon as that blade edge appeared, it was like the whole world froze.
Even the missiles seemed to be stuck in place, hanging far away.
"Kill—for my brothers, for Huaxia!"
Ryan roared, unleashing his saber edge in a wild barrage. At this point, he didn’t care about fancy moves—he was just sweeping out raw saber-qi!
In an instant, every saber edge ripped through the sky like a galactic river crashing down from the heavens, slashing madly at those supersonic nuclear missiles. One after another, the nukes exploded—over a dozen missiles were sliced apart by his blade in a flash.
"W-what kind of power is that? Is he sent by God or something?" Commander Myers shuddered all over. He’d just witnessed Ryan’s blade strike missiles head-on—a move so insane it defied belief!
All the other American pilots nearby were stunned. Forget everything else—no anti-terror weapon on earth could pull off an interception like this!
"Crap, he's coming to kill us!" At that moment, several pilots sitting in the rear seats screamed.
Right after all those blade edges shredded the missiles, the saber energy started to merge, forging an absolutely monstrous giant blade—hundreds of meters long, swinging straight at the F-22s. The blade shone like fire, a rainbow that pierced sun and moon. The scene was so epic it was almost unreal.
"Dodge, dodge, dodge! That freak blade is moving faster than sound!"
The American pilots yanked their sticks, trying to dodge, but the blade was insanely fast—ten kilometers vanished in a blink, way faster than any missile!
The two jets on the outside got hit first. The blade split in two, slicing straight through both planes.
A piercing screech ripped through the air as both titanium alloy planes were slashed clean through. Several pilots were instantly minced into pulp, and the fuel tanks exploded.
With a thunderous boom, the two jets turned into fireballs and vanished from the sky!
Everyone stared at the scene, totally stunned.
The mighty F-22s, kings of the sky, were wiped out just like that. It was straight-up myth-level stuff!
"He's not God's messenger—he's Satan! He's a demon from Hell, a monster!" Commander Myers shrieked in terror. If these top-tier jets had been shot down by missiles, he could believe it. But getting taken out by a martial artist's blade? Who the hell could believe that!
Right now, every pilot felt like they'd just been smacked upside the head. Especially after Myers started screaming, a bunch of planes were wobbling all over the place, clearly losing control. The sheer combat power Ryan was showing had their hearts pounding out of their chests!
But Ryan's saber force didn't stop—in fact, it got even stronger at this moment.
"Boom!"
Another fireball exploded in the sky.
A third F-22 went up in flames. The U.S. base had only sent out a dozen or so jets—each one worth a fortune—and now, in just a few seconds, not only had all their missiles been destroyed, but three planes were already gone. And the scariest part? Ryan's saber looked like Death's own scythe—no gun or cannon could stop it!
"Kill!" Ryan clenched his fist, not hesitating for a second. The Infernal Madblade Eighteen Styles was running at full throttle, the power teetering on the edge of terrifying!
"Open fire! Use up every shell—wipe out that saber, kill it!" Seeing the saber heading straight for him, Myers, the U.S. base's top commander, screamed in terror, his voice nearly splitting the air. When death stares you down, everyone's afraid!
In an instant, countless flashes exploded in the sky, trailing long tongues of fire as aircraft cannons went wild, trying to block that saber. But Ryan's Infernal Madblade was pushed to the absolute limit—there's no way they could keep up! Almost as soon as the cannons started firing, a fighter jet trying to block was pierced straight through!
Then, the horror kept going—a second blocking jet, a third, a fourth... Seven fighters in total got skewered.
Insane! Completely insane!
No one could believe it—Ryan's Infernal Madblade had just sliced down ten F-22s, and only now did his saber finally run out of juice!
By now, most of the U.S. jets were lost—only four left, and all of them were damaged. Even with every plane covering Myers's craft, the one he was riding in was covered in terrifying palm prints.
Everyone watching this epic battle saw it for themselves, and the photos of that terrifying scene instantly went viral online!
"Run! Run for your lives!"
At that moment, Commander Myers had zero will to fight. He yanked his jet around and fled into the distance, not daring to look back at Ryan even once.
"Trying to run?" Ryan gritted his teeth and forced out another burst of saber-qi. But the moment he pushed himself, his face turned ghostly pale and blood poured from the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, his injuries hadn't healed at all. Even though he'd just grasped the true essence of the Infernal Madblade, it hadn't fixed his wounds—in fact, pushing himself twice had made it even worse. At this point, he was holding on by sheer willpower.
Watching Myers's jet disappear into the distance, Ryan realized he had no strength left to chase. All he could do was steady himself and sit right down on the blasted ground.
He was exhausted—completely wiped out!
And his injuries were way too severe!
This was the worst he'd ever been hurt since he started cultivating!
At China's main command center, everyone held their breath. Even though the casualties were heavy, at least the ending was good—Ryan was still alive.
"General!" The crowd watched as the short military officer, Daniel Deng, stood up. Everyone waited for his orders.
"Enough talk—get our people in there! Kenneth Li, move now and bring him out safely. I know he can't take any more punishment!" Daniel Deng, who barely knew Ryan before this, now treated him like a national treasure. His eyes were full of warmth and care.
"Don't worry, General! Our guys are already inside. He'll be rescued in less than fifteen minutes, I promise!" the nearby officers reassured him.
"Good! The faster, the better!" Daniel Deng was clearly at his limit emotionally, too.
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Meanwhile, at the most heavily defended U.S. base, Myers's plane touched down. Disheveled and shaken, he got out, only to hear several pale-faced officers report.
"All our bases around Japan have been destroyed!"
"The Seventh Fleet is blocked and can't get through to help!"
"We've lost contact with headquarters, too. We're stranded here, sir—let's evacuate now! This is our last base!"
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"Fuck!" Myers cursed, his face darkening.
"Arm Fat Boy for me!"
"What? Commander, that's an ultra-nuke—ten thousand times stronger than a regular atomic bomb! We can't arm it without orders from U.S. headquarters!" a staff officer protested.
"I said do it, so do it!" Myers snapped, then shot the hesitant staff officer dead on the spot...