"How is this possible?" President Samuel Su was totally dumbstruck, teetering on the edge of despair. Right now, this Chinese kid—Ryan Ling—was basically a super-god. The U.S. Seventh Fleet's missile strike, which he'd finally managed to arrange, got blocked in an instant by Ryan Ling!
And out on the distant sea, a few U.S. warships that had rushed over were suddenly hammered by a monster tidal wave, like they'd run into some kind of supernatural disaster. The ships looked ready to sink at any second.
"I don't have time to mess with you U.S. clowns right now. Get lost, or I'll slice your ships in half!" Lightning flashed, blades crackled, and in just a few minutes, all the U.S. reinforcements vanished—the warships that had rushed in turned tail and fled.
Obviously, they'd gotten direct orders from the U.S. Far East Commander. Right now, every country on earth was scrambling to reassess Ryan Ling's real power. Going head-to-head with him was just plain stupid.
"President, we'd better beg the black wizards for help—this guy's way too strong!" All of President Su's top aides were losing hope. And just as one of them finished speaking, the secret underground presidential bunker suddenly shot upward, like some unstoppable force was yanking it straight out of the ground.
"What the hell? What's going on?" At that moment, President Su's whole face turned eggplant purple.
And just as those words left his mouth, the whole bunker burst out of the ground and was instantly grabbed tight by a giant hand!
Everyone inside started screaming their heads off—total panic, maximum freak-out!
"Go on, scream louder—let the whole world hear you!" Down below, Ryan Ling's eyes blazed as he stared them down.
"Wh-what do you want from us?" President Su was on the verge of tears, his fat body shaking uncontrollably.