They were all on their way, transfixed by the sight in the sky above.
With their eyesight, they couldn’t see clearly what was happening up there.
But they could vaguely see that the fighter jet... had fallen.
And Jiang Shu, a tiny black dot, was still standing in mid-air.
"Demon... a demon descends from the sky! That strike could directly compare to an air-to-air missile! What kind of Martial Arts is this? This isn’t Martial Arts!"
A Martial Artist from Fusang suddenly went weak at the knees, collapsing to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.
So, they had been contending with such an existence all along.
Against such an existence, do conventional firearms even stand a chance?
Probably, only a missile capable of destroying a city could kill him completely.
But... this is Tokyo!
The helicopters climbed frantically. The fighter jets had fallen. What could these ordinary soldiers possibly do?
The remaining few fighter jets closed in, launching air-to-air missiles.
These missiles, all containing boundless energy, would reduce even steel-reinforced concrete buildings to rubble upon explosion.
They didn’t believe Jiang Shu was literally made of iron and bronze!
In an instant, dozens of missiles streaked across the sky, blocking all of Jiang Shu’s escape routes.
Never mind a human, even a Fifth Rank Mutant Beast, if hit by so many missiles, would face certain death!
Jiang Shu’s eyes were cold, like stars in the night sky. He stretched out his hand, grabbing hard at the Void.
While ascending, he had used his Primordial Power to draw upon the layers of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in this area.
Strands of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi formed threads, like a spider’s web.
Each of these threads could bear a hundred thousand pounds of force. Under Jiang Shu’s grasp, the threads interlinked. The dozens of missiles roaring through mid-air suddenly slammed into this web; with a pull from Jiang Shu, their trajectories began to deviate.
In a desperate situation with no escape, a slim chance of survival emerged!
Two missiles collided.
A blazing light, dazzlingly beautiful, erupted in mid-air. Endless energy surged like the sea, spreading in all directions.
The fighter jets had also retreated far from the battlefield, fearing they would be caught in the blast.
"Is he dead?" a pilot murmured.
Just as he was about to check the screen, wondering if the instruments could detect Jiang Shu’s presence, a streak of white light shot out fiercely from the endless smoke and dust, piercing through the chaos!
Another fighter jet fell!
The fall of two consecutive fighter jets made even these battle-hardened pilots tremble.
If this were an aerial battle, even against fighter jets from other countries, they would merely attribute a loss to inferior skill.
A single man, with just a few blades, had forcefully downed two fighter jets!
The remaining fighter jets tried to pull away, but it was too late.
The precious blade reappeared.
The white light flashed, roaring like thunder.
One slash severed a wing!
A fighter jet wobbled and, within a mere two seconds, plummeted. It exploded on impact with the ground, causing half of a high-rise building to collapse!
Below, the crowd surged, fleeing for their lives in a panic. Countless people were trampled to death.
Jiang Shu’s figure plummeted swiftly through the mid-air.
The entire battle had seemed to last only a few breaths, yet the consumption of Primordial Power within his body had been immense.
If not for having immediately gathered spirit via his hundred acupoints and initiated microcosmic orbit circulation upon entering the Acupoint Passage Realm, thereby restoring a considerable amount of Primordial Power, he would have had to retreat after downing the first two fighter jets.
While plummeting, he retrieved a Qi Replenishing Pill from his Storage Bag, swallowed it, and looked up.
Five flying knives reaped through the air; streaks of white light pierced the fighter jets!
Flames soared into the sky, a sight that shocked the world.
"That devil isn’t dead! He’s coming down! He’s coming down to kill!"
"Five fighter jets have been destroyed... Can we in Fusang really kill him?"
"We’re all going to die! HAHAHA, we’re all going to die!"
A Martial Artist from Fusang, his spirit shattered, began to roar. Jiang Shu’s battle had completely overturned their entire understanding of Martial Arts.
Martial Arts... could actually be this powerful!
This... this devil must have exhausted himself.
He’s come down from the sky! The rightful source is NoveI★Fire.net
If he could truly fly indefinitely, he surely would have escaped by now!
No matter how strong he is, he can’t possibly cut through our army of six thousand single-handedly!
We’ll use human wave tactics to bury him! The Prime Minister will send reinforcements soon!
Civilians fled; Martial Artists were terrified.
The officer of the Sixth Brigade trembled as he watched Jiang Shu’s figure in the smoke, an immeasurable fear gripping him.
How could anyone be so powerful?
In such a short time, their Sixth Brigade’s air power had been nearly halved.
He couldn’t help but glance back at the six thousand soldiers behind him and unconsciously took a small step backward. But then, he took a deep breath. Looking at the large-caliber tank cannon beside him, he took another breath and drew the samurai sword he always wore at his waist.
He shouted, "Tanks, fire!"
A sharp whine tore through the air as twenty to thirty tanks aimed their cannons directly at Jiang Shu.
Huge artillery shells, at speeds several times the speed of sound, roared through the sky.
The officer roared, fists clenched. Now, we can only rely on the artillery shells!
This devil is incredibly strong, yet he was never actually hit by a missile while in mid-air!