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A sharp whistling sound shattered the tranquility of the sea.

That was the distinctive booming sound of a supersonic fighter jet breaking the sound barrier, like slaps delivered hard to the waves.

Two F-35C stealth fighters, like gray-black raptors hunting their prey, swooped down from an altitude of 10,000 meters, exuding a chilling killing intent.

They did not hide their tracks.

Instead, they brazenly turned on all their navigation lights and even activated the active scanning mode of their fire control radar.

"Beep beep beep beep—"

Inside the bridge of the "Nantianmen No. 1", the piercing sound of radar lock-on alarms filled the air.

That was the sound of a shotgun being pressed against someone's forehead.

The captain gripped the handrail tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his eyes blazed with fury.

"Commander! They're attacking us head-on!"

"Two hundred meters in altitude! Still descending!"

"They're trying to use the wake blast to break our radar antenna!"

On the large screen, first-person view footage from the fighter jets was being transmitted in real time—the US military communication frequency bands were intercepted through special means.

The pilot's laughter was flippant and grating.

"Hey Jack, look at that stick."

"Like a candle stuck in a cake."

"Do you think if I flew over it, it might break?"

"Give it a try? Maybe we can teach these Asians a lesson."

Another pilot whistled.

"Understood, target locked."

"Simulated attack countdown... 3... 2... 1..."

The two fighter jets suddenly pulled up their noses at an altitude of less than 100 meters above the sea.

The enormous roar was like thunder, and the strong airflow whipped up waves several meters high, crashing down on the deck of the "Nantianmen No. 1".

The silver-gray rhenium-gold pillar, washed by the waves, looked particularly lonely, even somewhat... desolate.

Command Center No. 001.

Li Guobang watched this scene, his teeth grinding together.

"This is outrageous..."

"This is on my doorstep! In my territorial waters!"

He suddenly turned around, grabbed Chen Xi by the collar, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour him.

"Chen Xi! What are you waiting for?!"

"Are we still going to put up with this?!"

"If this is your plan, then you're handing over the country's dignity to others!"

"I'll order the shore-based missiles to launch right now! Even if it means a fight to the death!"

Li Guobang's chest heaved violently, a desperate roar from a soldier whose bottom line had been trampled upon.

Chen Xi did not struggle.

He let Li Guobang hold him, but his gaze went past the old man's shoulder and was fixed on the two fighter jets circling in the air, preparing for their second dive.

His eyes were as cold as ice, yet they also held a chilling fervor.

"Old Li, let go."

Chen Xi's tone was extremely soft, yet it carried an uncompromising ruthlessness.

"A fight to the death? That's the choice of the weak."

"What I want is a dimensional reduction attack."

He gently patted Li Guobang's hand, signaling him to calm down.

Then, he picked up his phone again.

On the screen, news about Lei Gong was still flooding the screen.

[Lei Gong]: (Voiceover) "Buzz... I'm so angry! Those two iron mosquitoes are still buzzing?!"

[Lei Gong]: (Voiceover) "Little Chen! Are you reluctant to use electricity? I'll charge it for you! Turn the power up to the maximum! Make sure it's at the maximum!"

[Lei Gong]: (voice) "If I don't turn them to ashes, I'll write my title, the Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin and Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable, backwards!"

Chen Xi smiled indifferently.

This is the effect he wanted.

To evoke "empathy" in the gods, to make them feel offended.

Only in this way will the borrowed strength not be diminished.

"General Li."

Chen Xi straightened his collar and, unusually, adopted a more formal title.

He walked to the control panel, placed his hands on the table, and exuded an unprecedented sense of pressure.

"Connect to the main control unit of the 'Thor' spacecraft."

"Authorization code: THOR-001".

The operator's hands were trembling, but under Chen Xi's cold gaze, he quickly completed the operation.

"Connection successful!"

"Charging process initiated!"

In an instant.

A sudden change occurred on the East China Sea.

The once lifeless rhenium pillar suddenly trembled.

The tremor was not a mechanical shaking, but rather like some ancient, sleeping behemoth awakening and breathing.

"Buzz—"

A deep hum pierced through the waves, the wind, and even the anti-G suits of the F-35 pilots, resonating deep within their souls.

Followed by.

The surface of that originally silver-gray column, with its intricate, mysterious cloud patterns that the US military ridiculed as "Tu Teng," now glowed.

It's not the high-tech blue light.

Instead, it was a dazzling, intense, and seemingly containing the purest energy in the world—a purplish-gold color.

The seawater began to boil.

Centered on the ship, white mist rose from the sea within a radius of several miles.

The static charge in the air increased dramatically, and even the hair of everyone inside the bridge of the "Nantianmen No. 1" stood up due to the powerful electric field.

In the sky.

As American pilot Jack was preparing for his second dive, he suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

All the hands on the dial began to jump wildly.

The radar screen instantly turned into a snowy mess.

"Damn it! What's going on? Electronic interference?"

"No...it's not just interference..."

The wingman's voice was filled with terror.

"Jack! Look down! Look at that pillar!"

Jack instinctively looked down.

In that instant, his pupils contracted violently.

What he saw was no longer a ship.

Instead, it was an open, purple-gold eye.

That was the absolute crushing of ants by a superior being.

A terrifying aura that made him feel as insignificant as dust locked onto his fighter jet.

"Run! Run!!"

The instinct for survival made Jack let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He jerked the control lever, trying to accelerate and escape.

But to his horror, he discovered that the surrounding airflow seemed to be frozen, and the fuselage was stuck in the mud.

That invisible force, like an unseen giant hand, gripped his opportunity, rendering him unable to move.

Inside the command center.

Li Guobang stared in disbelief at the soaring energy readings on the screen and at the "lightning rod" that was almost turning into a pillar of light.

"What...what kind of weapon is this?"

"This doesn't conform to the laws of physics..."

"This is theology."

Chen Xi interrupted him calmly.

His hand hovered above the red launch button.

It was as if Death had raised his scythe.

On the phone screen, Lei Gong sent a final voice message, his voice filled with the satisfaction of revenge.

[Lei Gong]: (Voiceover) "Destroy it for me!"

Chen Xi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Feeling the cool touch coming from my fingertips.

Then, press down hard.

"Some people just like to dance on the edge of a knife."

"Then let's send them to lead the dance in hell."