The United States' Pacific Fleet was one of the United States' greatest trump cards.
Only the heavens knew how many trillions of the United States' wealth had been depleted since the formation of this fleet.
It could be said that it was because of this fleet that the United States had been able to look down on the several tens of small countries in Southeast Asia, the Indian Ocean, and so on. It had given the United States the confidence to dominate the world.
However, right now, this Pacific Fleet had been wiped out by Fang Xingjian in an instant. This was equivalent to chopping off one of the United States' hands.
Within a short period of time, many people in the government and the military who were in the know sighed as if they had lost their parents.
In the hall of Beverly Hills, the United States ambassador, who had been acting high and mighty, was now sitting on the ground. His countenance was grim, and his eyes were lifeless. He no longer had the high spirits he had earlier.
This ambassador was not the only one who was in such a state. All of the extraordinary humans in the surroundings were extremely shocked and fearful.
Even the many extraordinary humans from the Douglas family who were on Fang Xingjian's side first felt terrified when they heard that Fang Xingjian had crushed the Pacific Fleet so easily.
Tom seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and there were even strands of white hair growing on his head.
With Fang Xingjian's performance, it was impossible for him to defeat Fang Xingjian even if he had the system in the future and was given another ten years to develop, let alone now that he no longer had his system.
'Doesn't this mean that I'll never be able to get my Wolf God system back in this lifetime? '
At the thought of this, Tom's countenance turned even grimmer.
Tang Song, who had been tossed onto the ground by Fang Xingjian earlier, was also drenched in cold sweat.
Earlier on, he had thought that if Fang Xingjian were to be suppressed by the United States, Fang Xingjian could still get the Crimson Alliance to use political means to save him through the United States' government.
However, after seeing what Fang Xingjian had done, Tang Song could no longer muster up any hope.
He suddenly sat up straight, prostrated himself, and said in admiration, "Mister Fang, please accept my bow. I'm willing to be your servant for life and serve you faithfully. I only hope that you can show mercy and forgive me for my disrespect."
Elena looked at Tang Song, who was groveling on the ground, Tom, who had been beaten silly, and the United States' ambassador, whose face was pale and who did not say a word.
He couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart, "Invincible … Invincible … Invincible, undefeatable … If I could reach such a level in my lifetime, I would have no regrets even if I died!"
As for the senior officials of the United States, after receiving the specific information, they were also speechless.
Even Caesar, the Son of God, who used to be known as the strongest existence on Earth, had never displayed such a level of combat power.
As for nuclear missiles, no one was foolish enough to deploy them. What use would nuclear missiles be if they could destroy the Pacific Fleet along with its nuclear-powered warships and submarines? They would only cause the people of Los Angeles to be plunged into misery and suffering.
In a conference room in an underground fortification, Edward, the Minister of Defense, sighed helplessly. "Give up. Send people to rescue those who are still at sea. As for Los Angeles … let's just pretend nothing happened … "
Hearing these words, the expressions of everyone present were extremely colorful. Some were sorrowful, some were terrified, some were angry, some were ashamed …
A young general could not help but stand up and say, "We haven't lost yet. There are still many weapons that we haven't tried. If we were to retreat just like that, where will our United States' national prestige be?"
"National prestige?" Edward sighed and said, "We've already lost our national prestige since the moment Fang Xingjian destroyed the Pacific Fleet with a single slap." As he spoke, he turned to look at a white-haired professor at the side and asked, "Professor Ashley, have you calculated it? Roughly how much energy did Fang Xingjian use to achieve this? "
"It's roughly equivalent to the eruption of Mount St. Helens, or ten times of a magnitude 8.0 earthquake. If such an attack were to be unleashed directly in Washington, it would be able to flatten the entire Washington Residence."
Hearing Professor Ashley's reply, everyone present was left speechless. Although they also felt that Fang Xingjian's attack was very amazing, they had never really calculated what kind of prowess it would take to achieve this. Now that they heard the results from the professor, no one else requested to continue the battle.
A short moment later, a large number of troops retreated, and the government envoy who had fallen to the ground earlier also stood up. He bowed deeply toward Fang Xingjian and said, "Sir, I express my sincere apologies for my earlier rudeness. We're willing to compensate for all the losses we've brought you."
This was what a politician was like. One moment ago, he would still be arrogant and domineering. However, at the next moment, he would be able to slap his own face in the face of threats and benefits, acting like a loyal dog.
Fang Xingjian shook his head and said, "Scram. Don't come and bother me again."
The envoy felt as if he had just been granted amnesty and quickly retreated.
Right now, the Dark Knight and the other outsiders were the only ones left.
Looking at the Dark Knight, Fang Xingjian asked, "Do you have anything else?"
The Dark Knight's countenance was grim. To be honest, although he had already tried his best to overestimate Fang Xingjian's abilities, it seemed that he had still underestimated Fang Xingjian.
Right now, he no longer had the confidence to win against Fang Xingjian, who he had prepared meticulously.
Hearing Fang Xingjian's question, the Dark Knight said, "May I know what is your objective for coming to Earth?"
Fang Xingjian walked out of the hall, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said, "Nothing else. I'm just here to spread sword arts."
The Dark Knight continued to ask, "Is it the sword arts that you've been spreading on television? It can stimulate superpowers in humans? "
"That's right."
The Dark Knight frowned and said, "If everyone possesses extraordinary powers, the entire world will become hell. The law will no longer have any restraints, and the government's authority will be at its lowest. The entire civilization will lose the power to advance. Is this what you want? "
The Dark Knight's words were also the reason why he had been isolating extraordinary powers from the mortal world all this while. He had never allowed extraordinary humans to overly interfere with society, and he had also never allowed his black technology to flow into society.
It was because in his opinion, humanity's temperament and moral standards were still far from being ready to accept extraordinary powers.
Fang Xingjian shook his head and said, "That won't happen. Everyone possesses extraordinary powers. It's just giving everyone a chance. The bad guys might become stronger, but the good guys will also become stronger."
"Then what if the government monopolizes your sword arts?" The Dark Knight asked another sharp question, "Right now, the experts can completely monopolize the information regarding sword arts, making it impossible for commoners to cultivate them. What if that's the case?"
Fang Xingjian laughed and said, "If I want everyone in the world to know about my sword arts, then there won't be anyone in the world who doesn't know about it."
As Fang Xingjian said this, the Dark Knight's gaze suddenly narrowed. It was because he followed Fang Xingjian's gaze and looked toward the sky. It was unknown when, but the originally clear moon had been covered up by densely-packed black prints.
The optical binoculars equipped with the armor instantly zoomed in, and the Dark Knight was able to see clearly that the black prints were densely-packed words. As long as one took out a telescope and looked toward the moon, they would be able to see the words.
On the moon, Fang Xingjian's actual body floated in midair. From the beginning to the end, what he had left behind in the villa had merely been a clone.
Beneath his feet was a mountain range that stretched as far as the eyes could see.
If one were to look down from the sky, they would be able to see that these protruding mountains were actually large words that had been carved out. Each of the words was like a tall building rising from the ground. Right now, a myriad of words were carved onto the surface of the moon, moving along with the circulation of the Earth-Moon system.
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