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

The violent force traveled through the atmosphere, and dozens of destroyers on guard duty in the distance disintegrated into debris in the violent tremors before they could even send out a signal.

Jiang Zhen withdrew his right hand. His voice, transmitted precisely through the vibrations, entered the command center, bridge, and communications room of every ship in the joint fleet. Regardless of what channel was originally playing in the headset or what frequency the communications officer was listening to—the voice penetrated everything and exploded simultaneously in all the equipment.

"Enough with the rambling and empty talk, I hereby declare the exercise open."

Chapter 114 One Person is a Natural Disaster

Western Pacific.

On the sea, the aircraft carrier built by the United States to demonstrate its maritime hegemony made its first official appearance to the world today.

Ahead of the aircraft carrier were hundreds of cruisers and destroyers, their masts like a forest and their gun barrels like stars, lined up one after another, forming a steel forest floating on the waves.

This is the strongest military force that human civilization can currently muster, and it is the ultimate embodiment of science, industry, and hegemony.

On the opposite side of this steel forest, there is only one ship.

At this moment, the eyes of the world's top leaders were fixed on this sea area through remote cameras. On the distant sea, tens of thousands of extraordinary beings from all over the world, riding the waves, held their breath.

Jiang Zhen's casual punch had created massive, overlapping waves on the sea. The destroyer, like a tattered cardboard box, tumbled and broke in the giant waves before being mercilessly swept into the deep abyss.

"Colonel Chris! The outpost formation has been completely wiped out!!!" The monitor's voice was choked with sobs. In the command room of the USS Nimitz, the screen of this state-of-the-art combat command system was now a glaring blank—the area that had originally marked the outpost formation was now empty.

Colonel Chris's face turned ashen as he stared intently at the white figure on the big screen, standing like a demon at the bow of the wooden ship.

"General, please retreat to the rear immediately!" Chris turned to look at an old man beside him.

The old man was dressed in a crisp naval admiral's uniform, his chest covered with medals. His name was Arnold, the soul of the American Navy and a staunch executor of this aircraft carrier strategy.

"Evacuate?" General Arnold sneered, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke from his cigar.

"Chris, who do you think I am? I am a US Navy admiral who has fought for freedom in the world's oceans! You think a gangster, even if he has some supernatural powers, can make the great US Combined Fleet retreat?"

"Everyone, move the ship closer!" Arnold slammed his fist on the command platform. "At the front, all artillery and missiles, lock onto that man. I don't believe his bones are harder than our depleted uranium warheads!"

The Combined Fleet received this order.

There will be no more probing, no more diplomatic rhetoric, and no more "suggestion of evacuation" as an option.

In an instant, the aircraft carrier's deck switched from silence to extreme busyness—the pistons of the steam catapults roared below the deck, and hundreds of carrier-based aircraft completed their catapult preparations in just a few minutes.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of engines, several formations of fighter jets took off like a swarm of bees, their exhaust trails leaving trails of scorched white smoke on the sea surface.

"Open all missile silos and launch a saturation attack!"

Countless missiles launched, trailing long white plumes of smoke. The smoke columns were so dense they almost obscured the sky above the formation. The white smoke intertwined and converged in the sea breeze, spreading outwards from the combined fleet as the center, forming a massive encirclement with Jiang Zhen as the sole focal point. Every second, tons of high explosives were being poured onto the "Zhenhai."

Arnold's logic is very simple and cold: how can flesh and blood be completely waterproof when faced with an explosion point that is all-round and without blind spots?

If even one missile manages to slip through and explode on that mortal body, it will all be over.

"Send him to hell!" Chris stared intently at the screen.

The bow of the "Zhenhai".

Faced with a saturation attack capable of destroying everything, Jiang Zhen did not even move an inch.

There were quite a few fireworks.

Jiang Zhen slowly raised his hands, but instead of throwing punches as before, he spread his fingers, made a pulling motion towards the void in front of him, and then clenched his fists in the opposite direction.

"Snap!"

Under the watchful eyes of all satellite broadcasts and on-site observers, it was the same action again. Top figures from various countries held their breath. According to intelligence, the last time Jiang Zhen made this action was at Zijin Mountain, which directly resulted in the deaths of 100,000 Japanese soldiers and three tank regiments.

Then everyone saw the atmosphere distort.

In that instant, the world seemed to fall silent in the perception of all the superhumans and soldiers.

All the missiles aimed at Jiang Zhen lost their trajectory.

The atmosphere twisted and deformed, like a crumpled transparent curtain, with folds spreading in all directions. The subsequent missile swarm, still in flight, was caught in these folds. The missiles were only a dozen meters apart, but their positions were completely disrupted in the distorted space.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Countless missiles collided with each other in mid-air without warning, or detonated mid-flight under the pressure of twisting.

Meanwhile, the pilots of the carrier-based aircraft found their control sticks completely useless—the planes rolled, flipped, and collided with each other like kites with broken strings in the distorted air, stalling and crashing one after another. Fireballs exploded in the air one after another, the dense explosions forming a burning curtain in the sky, obscuring the midday sun as if it were dusk.

This saturation attack, which Western military experts considered enough to destroy a medium-sized country, didn't even touch Jiang Zhen's clothes before turning into endless fireworks illuminating the sea.

"This...this is impossible!" Chris screamed in disbelief.

"It's my turn."

Jiang Zhen's voice was cold and clear, yet it reached everyone's ears distinctly.

He maintained the pulling posture with both hands, the veins on his arms bulging. Then he suddenly pulled his hands upwards.

"rise!"

"Boom—!!!"

The seabed was trembling.

To the stunned gaze of onlookers around the world, the sea level, spanning dozens of miles, was forcibly "lifted" and divided into several huge sloping surfaces.

These slopes intersect each other, forming a "water fault" with a height difference of tens of meters.

The once connected sea surface has been torn apart by Jiang Zhen into a razor-sharp cliff made of seawater, and this cliff now holds the entire joint fleet in its grasp.

This man-made difference in sea level is devastating to those steel behemoths.

Within moments, the area belonging to the Combined Fleet had been transformed into a fragmented, displaced hellscape. A cruiser found itself at the intersection of two sloping surfaces—its bow still above the water, while the water below its stern had been pumped away dozens of meters. The ship, now without support, was bearing the full weight of its own.

"Crack!"

A piercing metallic twisting sound echoed from bow to stern. The hull snapped in half under its own weight, the bridge tilted and fell toward the lower part of the water, the stern rose high, and the propeller spun futilely in the air a few times before coming to a stop.

Another destroyer was completely capsized on its tilting ramp and plunged into the lower waters, the sound of it hitting the surface more muffled and deep than any artillery barrage. Desperate cries echoed across the sea.

Several submarines that had been attempting a stealthy attack were thrown to the surface by the large rise in seawater and the increased drop in elevation of the slope. They were directly exposed to the sunlight through the sloping seawater fault. Their dark hulls hung helplessly on the inside of the high slope. Seawater poured down from the fault like a waterfall and was instantly swept into the falling torrent, crashing into the churning valley below, dozens of meters below.

“My God… he’s torn the sea apart.” Colonel Chris slumped in his command chair, mouth agape, pupils unfocused. On the screen in front of him, the radar signals of the entire Combined Fleet were collectively malfunctioning in an unprecedented way—every ship was moving, but not a single one was on the surface of the sea.

At this moment, the western Pacific presents an extremely absurd contrast.

On one side is Jiang Zhen.

On the other side was the invincible Allied Fleet, with hundreds of steel behemoths colliding, capsizing, and breaking apart on the artificially created crisscrossing sea surface.

The submarine was swept to the surface by the ocean currents, tumbling helplessly in the sunlight. In the air, the residual firelight of missile and carrier-based aircraft explosions flickered between the sloping, massive sea curtain fault lines, like a scene from an apocalyptic world turned upside down.

"This is... the power of the King of the Inhumans?!"

Inside the Global Intelligence Agency, all the officers and dignitaries stared at the large screen as if petrified.

"Do these kinds of people... really live on the same planet as us?"

Countless people watched the man who manipulated the sea as if it were a toy, their palms sweating, their hearts filled with only a feeling called despair.

Chapter 115 Emperor of the Sea

A few minutes later, the crumpled void had recovered, and the sea level that had been forcibly raised fell back to the laws of gravity.

With a final, deafening crash of the waves, the western Pacific returned to a chilling calm. However, the once overwhelming combined fleet was gone. The sea was now littered with twisted steel decks, shattered lifeboats, and vast slicks of heavy oil.

Beyond the devastated wreckage, only the USS Nimitz remained adrift in the far distance. Its position was far beyond the other ships, thus escaping the most devastating crushing blow during the sea's displacement. But survival did not equate to invulnerability—the catapults on the carrier's deck were twisted and deformed, the radar array on the deck was collapsed, and several antennas hung precariously in mid-air.

General Arnold slumped into his command chair. His cigar had somehow slipped from his fingers. He stared at the frantically flashing red alarms on the monitor—water ingress warning, structural warning, power depletion warning—all blaring simultaneously, the screen a dense mass of overlapping red boxes. He opened his mouth, as if to issue a command, but only a barely audible, hoarse sigh escaped his throat.

He had won countless battles at sea throughout his life, but none of them had ever prepared him for a scene like this.

The Zhenhai remained steadily suspended on the sea surface.

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the ship, watching the disarrayed retreat of the steel orphanage, a smile playing on his lips:

"Since it's supposed to be an exercise, and there wasn't even a closing ceremony, how can you run away?"

Jiang Zhen slowly bent down and picked up Hantian.

The moment he gripped the hilt of the knife, the air pressure across the entire sea suddenly plummeted. The waves, which had already calmed, began to tremble with unease again. Several arcs of black and red electricity shot out from Jiang Zhen's body, slithering across him like pythons and crackling with explosive sounds.

Standing behind him, Fifth Master Feng's eyelids twitched violently, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Oh no! This is their move! Everyone, retreat!"

Master Feng practically roared it out. In fact, even before Master Feng shouted, many people had already instinctively turned and ran. Master Feng, Bai Fu, and Zhao Yuan, the three old guys, were the slowest to react and were dragged and pulled along by the others.

The members of the Canal Gang knew this power all too well, and they had been severely ravaged by it.

"Run! Don't stay on the boat!"

Without hesitation, they rushed towards the sea, supporting Master Feng, Bai Fu, and Zhao Yuan, their feet pounding the air frantically, producing muffled "bangs." It was a spectacular scene of nearly a hundred people simultaneously driving "Moonwalk," transforming into streaks of black shadow as they headed straight for the strange ships that had gathered behind them to watch the spectacle.

A man sitting on a speedboat was engrossed in watching something when a member of the Canal Gang suddenly appeared out of nowhere and snatched the steering wheel. The speedboat swerved sharply, nearly throwing him into the sea. "What's going on? Why are you running?"

"Shut up and back away!"

The disciple pushed the accelerator to the floor, the engine let out a hoarse roar, the bow of the speedboat rose high, and it plunged backward, cutting through the waves.

At almost the same time, dozens of ships in the vicinity were also forcibly taken over or driven away by the canal gang members. Everyone was swept up in this sudden panic and retreated into the distance. Several strange people who were originally muttering "Why are you running?" were so frightened by this scene that they dared not utter a word and started their engines to run away.

At the same time, Jiang Zhen's aura finally erupted completely.

"Om-!"

The overwhelming blue shockwave swept out in a ring shape, then began to recoil and compress, becoming increasingly concentrated and heavier.

Many of the supernatural beings on the spectator fleets, even those who had already run far away, couldn't even let out a scream before collapsing to the ground, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

Even some renowned masters felt as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The fear emanating from the depths of their souls made their legs go weak, and they collapsed onto the deck.

"What...is this?" A Western alien gripped the mast tightly, his teeth chattering.

Then they saw that the sky had split open.

A huge chasm was created in the clouds above by some kind of force, and the clouds were churning.

Jiang Zhen gripped the Heaven-Shaking Palm tightly with both hands, his muscles bulging like blocks of iron.

The vibration sensors have already locked onto the fleeing aircraft carrier.

"Got you?"