East Sinoveran Sea, echoing with colossal thunder.
The three Sinoveran officers aboard the ship, along with the stunned crew emerging from the cockpit, were all frozen in place, staring blankly up at the high sky ahead.
A spectacle!
This was a spectacle rarely seen in the world!
Clad in a fierce green robe, radiant with azure light, Andrew Han strode eastward alone through the sky, his entire body surrounded by a brilliant, indescribable glow. An intense, fiery aura permeated the air; each step sent ripples across the waves, each punch overwhelmed missiles, and his momentum scattered the clouds in all directions.
He was like an immortal from ancient Sinoveran legend, fully descending into the world.
"This—this is martial power!"
"Heavens above, how can martial practitioners be so absurdly strong? It's unbelievable—it's as if I'm watching a full-immersion fantasy film." The cockpit crew's legs trembled as they gazed up in silent awe at the green figure in the sky.
They were speechless.
Their minds could not process it.
But the three officers standing at the bow of the ship had much stronger nerves. Though shocked and awed, they could barely manage to speak to each other: "No wonder the higher-ups ordered all ships and planes to withdraw from this area."
"This is a declaration of war at a higher level! When the Sinoveran authorities withdraw their maritime military forces, it means it's time for martial power to step forward."
The three officers, faces flushed with excitement.
In truth, they had felt bitter and indignant before. With Sinovera's immense national strength, they could easily crush the Sakura Island Nation's forces—there was simply no chance of defeat. If the fleet and fighter jets were deployed, they could flatten the Angler's Isle waters within half an hour. Without question, Sinovera possessed that kind of military power!
But the so-called Ghost Kingdom of the Sakura Island Nation had sent out blood-soaked Great-Class Specters!
Modern technological weapons were nothing but feeble toys before the Great-Class Specters—the difference between the two was like night and day.
"So that's how it is—so that's how it is!"
The middle-aged officer with the insignia on his shoulder finally understood.
In this era, the power that Sinovera relies on to stand among the world's great nations has never been technology or sheer military might—it has always been martial power.
"That's right."