Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Several kunai, coated with dark green poison and engraved with eerie incantations, shot out from Jiang Zhen's blind spot.

The kunai was entwined with gray qi, which was the Soul-Eroding Technique secretly passed down by the Hira Ninja. Once it came into contact with it, not only would the body rot, but it would also interfere with the Qi Sea of ​​the supernatural.

Jiang Zhen didn't move, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Several crisp metallic clanging sounds exploded in the air, accompanied by a few sparks. The kunai that were determined to succeed were precisely knocked away by several hair-thin silver needles three feet away from Jiang Zhen.

"The little devil from Bihe Mountain still loves to burrow."

A cold and emotionless voice echoed in the void.

Immediately afterwards, several figures emerged eerily from the shadows of the surrounding dense forest. They appeared in the same way as the ninjas, but with greater composure and silence.

The person in the lead was none other than Tang Jiaren, the head of the Tang Clan.

"Tang Clan..." A ninja who suddenly appeared gritted his teeth, holding a long sword horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes sinister.

"Since we've run into each other, we're not leaving." Tang Jiaren's eyes were icy. "This is Chinese territory. In the shadows, the Tang Clan is in charge."

As one of the Higanbana ninjas used Earth Release, his body barely emerging from the mud, a poisoned needle from Tang Jiaren pierced his brow. The ninja didn't even have time to scream before his body instantly turned into a puddle of pus due to the deadly poison.

……

Inside the command post on the hill, the lieutenant general looked at the Bihe Ren who were entangled by the Tang Clan and unable to get close to Jiang Zhen, and his patience was completely exhausted.

"Enough! You're all trash!"

"We have mobilized most of our military forces. If we are stopped by just one person, we will become a huge joke on the international stage!"

His voice was hoarse with madness: "Order the heavy artillery positions! No calibration needed! No need to consider the impact point! Use the current enemy target as the center and conduct full coverage, indiscriminate bombardment!"

The adjutant, pale-faced, hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Lieutenant General! We still have unconscious warriors at the front, and we have troops that we just ordered to advance."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud slap landed on his face.

"Their sacrifice was worthwhile for the Holy War of the Empire!" The lieutenant general slapped his adjutant hard across the face, his eyes filled with madness. "If that man crosses the line, we'll all have to commit seppuku! Bomb! Turn this whole place upside down!"

The radio waves crossed the defense line and reached the heavy artillery positions.

That was three entire artillery regiments.

At a command, all heavy artillery pieces were aimed directly at the front-line positions.

"put--!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!"

In an instant, the sky over the entire land was torn apart.

The simultaneous firing of large-caliber howitzers coalesced into a thunderous roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums. The blast waves generated by the shells leaving the barrels directly overturned the surrounding vegetation.

Dozens of steel projectiles glowing red emitted a desperate, piercing shriek as they swarmed down on the area where Jiang Zhen was located.

Fifth Master Feng stood at a distance, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had seen Jiang Zhen fight before at Old Fatty Qian's place and knew he had ways to deal with it, but when the barrage of shells actually rained down, he still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Master..."

Jiang Zhen stood in the shadow of the raging fire and slowly raised his head.

His legs were slightly bent, and the ground beneath his feet, unable to withstand the explosive force of the sudden burst, sank into a semi-circular pit.

"rise!"

Jiang Zhen let out a roar and shot into the sky like a black meteor.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Jiang Zhen met the first wave of heavy artillery shells fired in mid-air.

Clench your five fingers into a fist and gather them on your right fist.

"Airquake - Sky Rift!"

"boom--!"

The first heavy artillery shell, three feet away from Jiang Zhen's fist, was as if grasped in mid-air by an invisible giant hand and suddenly crushed.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

Flames soared into the sky, and the shockwaves from the explosion rippled outwards, even blowing away the clouds overhead. The deadly barrage was abruptly cut off in mid-air.

"Scrap metal!"

Jiang Zhen was in the air, his legs filled with vibrational power as he took a series of steps in the void. With each step, the air beneath his feet was compressed to an extreme degree, generating tangible shockwaves that supported him in completing incredible double, even triple or quadruple, maneuvers in mid-air.

He made a rapid turn in the air, his gaze like that of a hawk locking onto the location of the Japanese army's artillery position. He concentrated his shockwave power into the Heaven-Shaking Technique, and then he fell to the ground like a shooting star.

"Boom--!"

This loud bang was even more muffled than the simultaneous firing of heavy artillery earlier.

The broadsword slammed down onto the ground.

"Earthquake - Earthquake cracking!"

In that instant, with Jiang Zhen as the center, the earth first arched upwards in a strange way, as if some enormous creature was awakening underground. Then, a soul-shaking cracking sound came from the depths of the earth.

"Snap—Snap!"

Several massive cracks spread wildly forward along the ground, like giant dragons roaming underground, tearing through everything in their path and heading straight for the Japanese army's artillery positions.

Those howitzers weighing tens of tons, those ammunition boxes piled up like mountains, those artillerymen frantically loading them.

At that moment, the ground beneath their feet became the deadliest trap.

The ground cracked and trembled, and the supports for the heavy artillery pieces collapsed amidst the violent shaking. The entire guns tilted and fell into the fissures in the ground, where they were immediately buried by the collapsing rocks. Ammunition boxes exploded upon impact, instantly turning the artillery positions behind them into a fiery inferno, with explosions resounding continuously.

In just a few breaths.

That once invincible heavy artillery group was destroyed by Jiang Zhen's earth-shattering strike.

Command post on the earthen mound.

As the lieutenant general looked through his binoculars at the artillery position that had become a sea of ​​fire, and at the exaggerated cracks in the ground, blood seeped from the corners of his eyes due to extreme anger and fear.

"This is impossible...this is not human..."

First, nearly 10,000 of his vanguard troops were wiped out. Then, less than an hour later, you told him that nearly 10,000 more of his frontline warriors had inexplicably lost their fighting ability. Now, even his heavy artillery cluster, which he relied on as his trump card, has vanished.

I've never fought a battle like this before. From now on, we won't need an army anymore. We can just throw these kinds of superhumans onto the battlefield.

Then the man slowly stood up from the ruins, dusted himself off, and was still unharmed.

On the other side, on the battlefield of the Canal Gang.

Everyone witnessed Jiang Zhen's overwhelming victory, as if a god had descended to earth, and their morale was instantly ignited to its peak. Someone shouted first, and then the entire battle line erupted in cheers.

Looking at the advancing Japanese army, no longer did anyone feel any fear.

"Fuck him to death!"

The hail of bullets, which Jiang Zhen had forcibly paused, erupted again.

"Where's the tank corps?!"

The lieutenant general abruptly turned his head and roared at his adjutant, "Where is my tank regiment?!"

"Report...Reporting to the General! The First and Second Regiments are ready! The Third Regiment is still being prepared due to the narrow roads."

The lieutenant general pointed his saber fiercely, the tip aimed at Jiang Zhen's direction, and roared, almost tearing his vocal cords apart: "Ignore everything else! Ignore whatever tricks that guy is playing! Drive over there! Run him over! Crush him into mincemeat with steel!"

The two sides were locked in fierce combat when suddenly the ground began to tremble continuously.

The roar of engines reached everyone's ears as thirty steel behemoths, billowing dust, launched a frenzied charge and joined the battlefield.

Those Japanese soldiers who had been knocked unconscious by Jiang Zhen's domineering presence were crushed into mincemeat by the heavy steel tracks weighing tens of tons. They couldn't even scream, and blood mixed with dirt splattered on the rivet-covered shell.

Black smoke billowed wildly from the exhaust pipes, and each tank bounced and swayed. The turrets constantly adjusted their angles as the tanks swayed, and the black muzzles were locked on Jiang Zhen in the center of the position.

As the tank formation approached, the overwhelming sense of oppression made the air thicken; it was pure industrial violence, a direct manifestation of modern industrial power.

Jiang Zhen's eyes turned cold, and his fingers tightened suddenly around the knife.

"Drive it over here."

Chapter 65 The sky collapses and the earth collapses

The line of over thirty tanks resembled a towering steel wall billowing black smoke and spitting flames. The tracks crushed the bodies of the unconscious soldiers, producing a dull thud as flesh tore apart, and the rivets on the outer shells vibrated violently with each jolting.

Behind the tanks, a dark mass of Japanese infantrymen, carrying gleaming rifles, pressed forward like a swarm of locusts, their feet sinking into the blood-soaked mud left by the tank tracks.

Combined infantry and tank warfare was the trump card of the Japanese military in land warfare, a crushing tactic paved with steel and flesh.

Jiang Zhen stood directly in front, watching the terrifying torrent of steel rushing towards them like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down. Yet, a smile crept onto his lips.

"An iron torrent, a human wave tactic, it's simply... brilliant."

Then, with a sudden flick of his left hand, the heavy, earth-shaking weapon spun several times in the air before slamming heavily into the scorched earth beside him.

"clang--!"

The blade sank three feet into the ground, emitting a metallic tremor that pierced the battlefield.

Jiang Zhen straightened his spine, his chest heaving violently like a bellows. He took a deep breath of air tinged with the smell of gunpowder and blood, pushing the vibrations to their limit before they exploded throughout his body along his meridians.

"Rip—!"

Jiang Zhen's black clothes instantly shattered, revealing muscles as if cast in steel. As the vibration surged wildly within his body, his muscles bulged at a visible speed, and his veins throbbed angrily under his skin like blue dragons.

Their feet sank deep into the mud, and the rock beneath their feet even cracked slightly due to the extreme pressure.

Jiang Zhen slowly raised his hands, making a loose clenching motion, and stretched them towards the sky.

For a moment, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Jiang Zhen's movements were extremely slow, so slow that every onlooker could clearly see the trajectory of his bent fingers. But there was an indescribable heaviness in that slowness, as if he were really holding something in his hands, something heavier than a mountain and heavier than the sky.

His ten fingers suddenly tightened.

The joints made a cracking sound, like the groan of a steel cable stretched to its limit.

Those hands seemed to have truly grasped the edge of the sky, or as if they had held the entire space in their palms.

"open!!!"