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Like a phantom, Jiang Chen swept across the surface of the sea, covering several miles in what felt like a mere step. In an instant, he found himself aboard a United States warship.
Zeng Xianyi and Qin Xiaoya were already accustomed to Jiang Chen's strength and did not react with surprise. Once Jiang Chen decided to take action, it seemed that no one could stop him. However, Yang Jigong and the others thought they were seeing things; they only caught a glimpse of light and shadow before Jiang Chen vanished.
"Where did he go?" Yang Jigong exclaimed in astonishment.
"Over there," Zeng Xianyi pointed towards the United States warship.
Yang Jigong quickly grabbed a pair of binoculars and indeed saw that Jiang Chen was already on the warship. The personnel aboard the United States ship were equally caught off guard, momentarily frozen in place, staring in disbelief.
"How... how did he do that?" Yang Jigong found it hard to believe. He had encountered martial arts masters before; their lightness skills and inner energy were always traceable. Yet, Jiang Chen's actions were far more bizarre and mysterious than any martial artist he had ever seen.
"This should be called teleportation," Zeng Xianyi chuckled.
Years ago, Zeng Xianyi had insisted on establishing a Martial Arts Special Forces unit despite facing significant opposition. Many believed that with the advancement of technology and the emergence of various high-tech weapons, there was no need for such a specialized force, nor was it necessary to elevate martial artists too highly, as martial arts would inevitably decline with time.
Yang Jigong himself had never placed much importance on martial arts. Any general from any country would not regard martial artists highly; they were merely seen as weapons in the eyes of those in power, no different from guns and artillery. However, witnessing Jiang Chen's "teleportation" firsthand made Yang Jigong feel that martial arts had surpassed his understanding.
"This Mr. Jiang is truly an extraordinary person," Yang Jigong remarked in awe. "But if he goes alone, he might be in danger."
Zeng Xianyi smiled without responding.
...
Jiang Chen stood on the United States warship, hands clasped behind his back, expressionless as he gazed at Bai Erxun.
"Leave or die," Jiang Chen's voice was chillingly calm, as if he were stating something utterly mundane.
The translator beside Bai Erxun hurriedly conveyed Jiang Chen's words to him. Bai Erxun snapped back to reality; although astonished by Jiang Chen's strangeness, he could not tolerate such arrogance and felt compelled to retaliate.
"Take him down!" Bai Erxun shouted.
Several martial artists from the United States had long been eager to engage and stepped forward without mercy to attack Jiang Chen. Their strength was formidable enough to shatter the steel deck of the warship. Jiang Chen remained coldly composed, his body darting backward like a swallow before landing atop one of the ship's cannons.
"Prepare for battle! No matter what, kill that kid!" Bai Erxun bellowed again.
Bullets rained down towards Jiang Chen. He extended his hand and formed a barrier of Spiritual Energy in midair. The bullets struck against it as if hitting a solid wall of copper and iron, all deflected harmlessly away.
"Since you wish to die, I shall grant your wish." Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he formed a hand seal and pointed towards the sea. Instantly, the water surged violently, with waves rising to heights of several dozen meters. The weather was already dreadful, with the wind howling and a storm looming. The tumultuous waves, combined with the monstrous tide that Jiang Chen had summoned, were truly terrifying.
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