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"Could it be the doing of Mr. Jiang?" Yang Jigong snapped back to reality, feeling even more incredulous.
"If it's not the Young Master's power, then whose could it be?" Qin Xiaoya replied with a proud smile.
Yang Jigong fell silent, unable to find the words. As he gazed at the heavy snowfall, a single thought echoed in his mind: Is this still human? Is this still human?
This was indeed beyond the capabilities of any Martial Artist. Jiang Chen stood there, motionless, yet somehow summoned a change in the weather that defied belief, even when witnessed firsthand.
On a United States warship, a group of people initially expressed surprise at the sudden heavy snowfall. After all, snow on the sea was a rare sight. However, their excitement quickly faded.
The snow was too heavy, and the temperature dropped rapidly. The soldiers aboard the United States vessel began to shiver uncontrollably.
In just a few minutes, the snow accumulation on the ship reached twenty centimeters; soon it would be higher than a person.
Wells furrowed his brow, his expression growing serious. Although this blizzard had come unexpectedly and was strange in nature, he did not suspect Jiang Chen.
"This is truly terrible weather; we should go inside and wait out the storm," Bai Erxun suggested.
"But what about those Huaxia people?" someone asked.
"They're surely hiding from the storm as well. We'll deal with them once it passes; as long as we keep monitoring with the submarine, we'll be fine," Bai Erxun replied.
He assumed that this blizzard was widespread and that both Huaxia and Island Nation's warships were also suffering under its assault. However, over in Huaxia and Island Nation, not a single snowflake could be seen.
Koyama Satoru stood at the edge of the warship, gazing into the distance with a solemn expression.
"This blizzard is too strange; why is it only affecting the United States?" one of the Island Nation samurai beside him remarked curiously.
"Not strange at all. This heavy snow has a master; wherever its master commands it to fall, that's where it will go," Koyama Satoru said, his eyes reflecting an unprecedented seriousness.
"The snow has a master?"
"The master of the snow is none other than Heaven itself."
"Perhaps Heaven is helping Huaxia," some of the Islanders speculated.
Even though Koyama Satoru had hinted at something deeper, no one connected this sudden blizzard to Jiang Chen. After all, no one believed that humans could control changes in the weather.
The snowstorm was far greater than Bai Erxun had imagined. When the wind and snow finally subsided, the United States' warships had transformed into mountains of snow.
"Zeng Lao, Yang Lao, do you think I should kill those people?" Jiang Chen suddenly spoke, his tone calm.
Zeng Xianyi and Yang Jigong were taken aback.
"Mr. Jiang, I think it would be sufficient to teach them a lesson. They simply do not understand your capabilities, which is why they are so blind," Zeng Xianyi suggested. Although he advocated for a forceful resolution, witnessing the current situation made him hesitate. If they truly destroyed several warships of the United States, it would lead to serious trouble.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang, just teach them a lesson. It's better to maintain peace; in these times, we must not resort to violence lightly," Yang Jigong added.
"The opportunity has already been given to them, but they have missed it time and again. This time, they must pay the price," Jiang Chen's expression suddenly turned stern.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was considering taking lethal action, Zeng Xianyi's eyelids twitched a few times, but he refrained from persuading him. He knew that once Jiang Chen had made up his mind, no one could change it.
"Mr. Jiang, please show mercy," Yang Jigong said anxiously, feeling an inexplicable sense of dread.
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