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

Immediately afterwards, seawater flooded into the city.

The newly rebuilt wooden houses were like meat grinders, turning into a shower of sawdust in the blink of an eye. The reinforced concrete buildings didn't hold up for long either; under the continuous impact of the waves, their foundations fractured, and the entire buildings tilted horizontally into the murky torrent with a dull thud.

Ikeda tried desperately to escape, but was eventually swept away by a giant wave. The last thing he saw was countless rubble and debris swirling wildly in the water.

The seawater, carrying silt, gravel, corpses, and building debris, formed a bulldozer that destroyed everything, wiping the city of Nagasaki like a table being wiped clean.

Screams, the sound of collapsing buildings, and the roar of the sea mingled together.

As the aftershocks of the tsunami subsided, the coastline of Nagasaki had become a swamp filled with floating ruins.

The survivors in the border area stood there with vacant eyes, staring blankly at the homeland that had been painstakingly rebuilt and then vanished in an instant.

"Our home, why... why did you treat us like this?" Someone cried out to the sky, their sobs as mournful as a ghost's.

After the receding tide and the white foam, a row of dark silhouettes appeared on the horizon.

From afar to near, it was a fleet of nearly ten thousand ships.

On the lead ship at the very front, a man stood at the bow, his hands filled with a shimmering white light.

Chapter 94 Landing in the East

The coastline of Nagasaki is now unrecognizable, bearing no resemblance to its original shape.

The seawater that had suddenly covered the area receded rapidly, as if it had received some kind of command.

The receding tide swept away most of the city's ruins, leaving behind a thick layer of murky mud, as well as broken pieces of steel and wood in the mud, and a strong smell of the sea in the air.

On this desolate ruin, nearly ten thousand warships, all black and gleaming with a cold, eerie metallic light, broke through the white foam like a group of silent deep-sea monsters and forced their way to the shallows.

"boom--!"

The lead ship's massive steel ram ruthlessly smashed into the already crooked wreckage of a lighthouse. The several-ton iron anchor crashed into the mud with a piercing thud, sending up waves of mud several meters high.

The plank crashed down with a deafening thud, landing heavily on the muddy ground.

Jiang Zhen walked out of the cabin expressionlessly, his sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal his well-defined arms. He stepped onto the gangplank and walked down step by step.

The moment his toes touched the ground, a high-frequency vibration, barely perceptible to the naked eye, rippled out from the sole of his shoe.

The water within a half-meter radius was instantly shaken away and evaporated. The mud, which was originally as runny as porridge, was quickly drained, compacted, and solidified under the vibration, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dry ground as hard as cast iron.

Jiang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, and with each step he took, a dry, solid footprint was automatically formed under his feet.

Behind him, Master Feng, Zhao Yuan, and Bai Fu stood to his left and right, respectively, followed by Shui Yun, Chang Qing, and Ma Benzai from the San Yi Sect.

As Jiang Zhen took his position, tens of thousands of elite members of the Canal Gang filed out.

"Old Sun, didn't you just lose two more heads than me at Purple Mountain? You've been nagging me for years. Now that we're back in this godforsaken place, let's have another go?" A burly man spat out the grass in his mouth and whispered to his companion.

"Let's have a go. This time I'm going to widen the gap so much that even your son can't catch up."

These sounds weren't loud, but they carried far across the desolate ruins of Nagasaki.

Jiang Zhen stood on the former port avenue, looking around.

The Japanese survivors in the distance, who had miraculously survived the tsunami and were hiding behind the ruins, seemed to be stared at by some prehistoric behemoth the moment his gaze swept over them. Their cries of agony abruptly ceased.

In their eyes, Jiang Zhen was not a human being, but a demon king who had emerged from the deep sea.

Jiang Zhen withdrew his gaze, looking at the dilapidated road leading to the city center, and uttered a single word in a calm tone:

"Enter."

This force of tens of thousands of people swaggered across the East Asian mainland in the first rays of sunlight after the tsunami.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, Nagata-cho.

The atmosphere inside the Prime Minister's official residence was extremely somber.

The corridor was filled with hurried footsteps and the incessant ringing of telephones. Secretaries, clutching urgent telegrams soaked in cold sweat, ties askew, their faces etched with terror, hurried along.

"What?! What did you say? Nagasaki was hit by a tsunami? Most of the city was wiped out?"

Prime Minister Koiso abruptly stood up from behind her desk, her movements abrupt.

"This is impossible! The Weather Service didn't report anything beforehand! How could a tsunami of this magnitude suddenly erupt at this time of year with these ocean currents? What about the seismographs? Did they malfunction too?!" the Prime Minister roared hysterically.

"No...it wasn't a natural disaster."

The intelligence officer pushed open the door and came in. His face was ashen, and his hands were trembling violently. He spread several photos taken by reconnaissance planes at great risk of low altitude on the table.

The photo is somewhat blurry due to the distance and fog, but the outline is still clearly discernible. It is a towering wall of water, and behind it, nearly ten thousand black warships advance like a pack of wolves.

"The black fleet that disappeared in Shanghai... has landed in Nagasaki."

Upon hearing the words "black fleet," the heated debate in the meeting room instantly ceased, plunging into a deathly silence.

These old fogies weren't unaware of the situation within China. They not only paid attention, but even desperately hoped that China would quickly descend into internal strife again—as long as China was in chaos, they, the defeated, would have a chance to find breathing space between the great powers, and even relive their old dreams.

But to their utter surprise, that man, the monster they believed should be confined to Chinese soil, actually went out to sea.

Moreover, the first place he came to was mainland Japan.

Inside the cabinet meeting room, several old men who had experienced that brutal war simultaneously recalled a figure that had haunted their nightmares for years.

Zijin Mountain, besieged by an army of 300,000, was originally a sure-win situation.

But that man appeared out of nowhere, a monster who single-handedly shattered several tank regiments on the front lines, and single-handedly routed an army of 300,000, leaving them terrified and utterly defeated at the foot of Zijin Mountain.

That was the first time the Japanese military had felt despair over the term "personal force."

“Jiang Zhen…”

Someone whispered the name.

“The monster… that monster has actually come…” An old general slumped into a chair, muttering in a daze, “He’s not human at all, he’s Amaterasu’s punishment…”

“How dare he!” Another minister slammed his fist on the table, his voice trembling uncontrollably. “Under the watchful eyes of the international community, right under the nose of the United States—how dare he openly launch an armed landing? This is not only declaring war on us, this is challenging the entire world order!”

Fifty nautical miles from Nagasaki, on the sea.

The USS Atlanta, a light cruiser of the US Seventh Fleet, was quietly floating on the waves.

Smith stood in the command room, his eyes fixed on the radar screen. In the center of the screen, a dense cluster of red dots remained steadily positioned at the location of Nagasaki Port.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the cigar in his hand had long since gone out, but he was completely unaware of it.

"Sir, the final report has arrived from Nagasaki." The adjutant's voice trembled noticeably. "The estimated height of the tsunami is between 21 and 27 meters. More than 90% of the buildings in the entire city of Nagasaki have been damaged, and it was not simply a natural disaster."

Smith didn't reply. He turned his head and looked at the live footage captured by the reconnaissance aircraft on the monitor.

In the video, the man in the black trench coat is leading his gang members, strolling through the ruins.

“Calamity,” Smith murmured a code name.

Since Jiang Zhen became famous worldwide after his battle at Zijin Mountain, high-ranking officials from all over the world—the United States, Russia, Germany, and Russia—have established a top-secret file specifically targeting him.

This is the first time in human history that a modern battlefield has been overturned by individual force alone, disregarding the scale advantage of firearms. In the United States' secret assessment, Jiang Zhen's existence was defined as a "natural-level threat that cannot be eliminated by conventional warfare."

"Sir, the telegram requesting assistance from the East has reached General MacArthur's office. They request that we fulfill our protective obligations, dispatch the Seventh Fleet to intercept this illegal armed group, and provide support to Nagasaki," the adjutant inquired in a low voice.

“Intercept?” Smith sneered as if he had heard an absurd joke. “Tell those Japanese that our radar is being interfered with by a strong magnetic field. The USS Atlanta and its accompanying ships are currently conducting routine tactical evasion. Until we figure out that man’s exact intentions, no one is allowed to approach within 20 nautical miles of Nagasaki.”

The adjutant hesitated for a moment: "But sir, if we stand idly by, what will happen to the security of the Japanese mainland..."

"Safety? What do we care? Do you think our few cruisers can stop that madman who can create giant waves?" Smith turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Also, immediately report to General MacArthur and tell him to come back and take command, instead of staying in Japan."

He looked back at the screen and muttered to himself, "This madman... what is he trying to do? Does he want to devour the entire East?"

Nagasaki, Port Avenue.

Jiang Zhen was unaware of the panic in the distance, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

He was standing on a relatively flat high ground, watching as Master Feng and his men quickly dispersed.

"Boss, this place is dirt poor, all you see is mud and ruins." Fifth Master Feng spat and looked around with some disgust.

Jiang Zhen didn't say anything, but simply stomped his foot lightly.

"boom--!"

A visible crack instantly spread from beneath his feet, extending hundreds of meters to a sturdy, partially collapsed bunker.

"Understood, Boss." Zhao Yuan licked his lips and waved his hand. "Men, get to work!"

"oh--!"

Tens of thousands of men from the canal gangs erupted in a deafening roar.

Chapter 95 Nagasaki Night

Jiang Zhen stopped in front of a stone-built mansion platform.

This platform originally supported a rather elegant Western-style building, but now the building has long been crushed and swept away by the tsunami, leaving only a thick, flat bluestone slab, washed white by the seawater.

"Boss, this place is clean and safe."

Master Feng strode up to the platform and glanced down. Several twisted wires and shards of glass were still stuck in the cracks of the stone slabs. With a flick of his wrist, the short knife at his waist swiftly sliced ​​through them, severing the wires cleanly at the base, which clattered to the ground.

Jiang Zhen sat down.

"Bring that guy over here, Mr. Bai," Jiang Zhen said.

Bai Fu nodded and gestured behind him.

A moment later, two men from the canal gang dragged a middle-aged man in a suit onto the platform. The man was covered in sticky mud, his once respectable suit was torn in half, and a pair of glasses with a broken temple hung askew by his ear, making him look both comical and pathetic.

He is Uchida, the highest-ranking surviving official of Nagasaki City.

"boom."

As soon as the two men released him, Uchida collapsed onto the flagstones like a lump of mud. He struggled to get up, but before his knees could even leave the ground, he was kicked down again. Fear made his teeth chatter violently, producing a jarring sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the ruins.

"Your name is Uchida?" Jiang Zhen looked down at him.

“Yes…yes. You must be…Mr. Jiang.” Uchida’s voice trembled so much that his words were almost inaudible. “We have…we have officially surrendered. General MacArthur has taken over this place. According to international conventions, your armed landing is…”

"They can't control me."

Jiang Zhen interrupted him directly, took out two things from his pocket—a list and a map—and casually tossed them onto the stone slab in front of Uchida.