"Noboru Hidenaka, you're a madman—a total lunatic!" At this moment, the Eagle King of the World Dominion Society, hiding at the very edge, roared out furiously. He'd been content to just watch the show from the sidelines; sure, he'd promised to help kill Ling Feng, but that was just for appearances.
He just wanted to use Japan’s power to kill Ling Feng and finish the mission assigned by the Dragon King.
Ling Feng’s moves just now had already taken him by surprise, but what he absolutely hadn’t expected was that Noboru Hidenaka, Japan’s Defense Minister, would treat even himself as live bait. The Eagle King had zero intention of dying here, but right now, there was no way out—live or die, he was trapped.
With countless shells raining down, nobody could possibly hold out!
And these aren’t your regular shells—they’re definitely the kind of heavy weapons you only break out for a full-on war between nations.
Back in Jiangdong Province, Ling Feng had faced off against special ops forces, but those were just domestic gear—no way could they compare to these American-made, state-of-the-art weapons!
In this world, sure, martial artists run wild and god-tier cultivators look down on the masses, but in the end, it’s still a world ruled by military superpowers. Ever since firearms took over, the real strength of martial artists has taken a nosedive. If a whole nation’s army comes knocking, even god-tier experts can get blasted to bits. There’ve been god-tier assassins who snuck into the U.S., pulled off terrorist attacks, and caused major disasters, but once the U.S. military gets involved, no matter how strong you are, you’re running for your life. God-tier or not, you’re still made of flesh and blood—maybe you can tank a few shells, but there’s no way you’re surviving a barrage of thousands, not to mention all the top-tier modern weapons mixed in, like nukes.
When those top-shelf nukes start flying, it’s game over for martial arts, sword dao, ghost dao—doesn’t matter, everything gets wiped out. Otherwise, the whole world wouldn’t bow down to the U.S. as the big boss, letting them run wild without anyone daring to say no.
No matter how much of a badass you are, if the U.S. launches a decapitation strike, you’ll be erased from the planet as a terrorist—instantly.
Right now, with the sky packed full of shells and all of Kyoto about to get flattened, Noboru Hidenaka was laughing maniacally, totally fearless. He was a hardcore, war-crazed militarist—his whole life, he’d worshipped war and slaughter. Facing this kind of scene, all he felt was pure excitement!