Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 324: Mismatch

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: Mismatch

It is said that the Red Sun, along with many cruisers in the surrounding fleet, displayed wild and savage smiles toward the soldiers on the island.

"Chinese pigs! Kneel down! Otherwise, if the Red Sun fires, you’ll die."

"No need to shout. Chinese pigs are all spineless. Decades ago, the war already explained everything, so he will definitely kneel."

"Yes, I bet he’ll kneel before I count to five."

Hearing the sarcastic remarks from the surrounding island soldiers, Kato smiled even wider and said, "China, you have five seconds to think about it. Will you kneel or die?"

"Five seconds?"

The young man with black hair, standing in the water, sighed immediately, shook his head, and said, "In fact, it won’t even take five seconds!"

Swish!

The young man raised his hand pointing at the sky, holding a long black blade that sparkled like crystal but emitted a strange brilliance.

"What is he planning to do?"

Kato Yongduo saw the young man’s movements and the long blade, then burst into laughter: "Is he planning to use the blade against our Red Sun? Hahaha! This is truly laughable. Is this Chinese pig really brainless?"

"No! A blade against the cruiser? Against our Red Sun, the world’s largest cruiser with over 300 turrets? That’s almost impossible!"

"I think he’s probably suicidal. Faced with over 300 turrets of the Red Sun Fortress, he must be scared to death."

"I think he’s simply stupid! Or maybe just a pitiful child! Pitiful China, producing brains like this! Absolutely ridiculous island pigs!"

Not only Kato’s men, but almost all the soldiers on the island who witnessed this burst into fits of laughter.

A sword against a cruiser?

This is more exaggerated than smashing an egg!

This doesn’t even qualify as stupidity.

But after ridiculing him, Kato hadn’t forgotten Sakamoto’s earlier orders. So he said, "Alright, deal with this idiot! Open fire as planned, and after taking him down, we’ll immediately march into China’s inland seas, aim to land within two days, and slaughter all Chinese within a month."

As Kato spoke, he finally glanced at Yang Tian, about to issue the order.

But in that instant, he suddenly froze, his mouth agape.

Because he saw the young man standing by the sea slowly levitate, the long blade in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling black glare, shooting straight into the sky.

"God... God?"

Kato’s expression warped into terror.

As a high-ranking officer in Japan’s military, he naturally knew that only those of God Class could ascend into the sky, and this young man, Yang Tian, was said to have stirred quite a commotion in the Eastern Capital.

Could China really harbor such a powerful God Class warrior?

How could it be possible?

Before Kato could recover from the shock, he saw the young man furiously swing the sword downward, slashing the Red Sun in two. Kato Yongduo, standing in the command center, was utterly caught off guard.

However, the young man calmly descended amidst the surging waves, coldly smiling as he said, "Have Benjamin kneel? Is that something you, and Japan, are even worthy of?"

A single sword cutting through a cruiser?

The most advanced Red Sun cruiser of Japan?

Glaring at this magnificent yet somber scene, soldiers onboard the surrounding cruisers were utterly stunned!

Is this even human?

When Japan’s forces dispatched multiple teams to encircle someone in the Eastern Capital recently, reports of entire units being wiped out had already left the public shocked.

Could history be repeating itself today?

Indeed, ever since the East Crossing incident, there had been an inexplicable fear of Chinese warriors within the hearts of Japanese soldiers.

While Yang Tian’s death and China’s recent victories had diluted their reverence somewhat...

In this moment, that fear returned to haunt them.

Thus, for a brief instant, following Yang Tian’s cleaving of the Red Sun, all surrounding cruisers fell into silence—no attacks, no movements!

No one knew how much time had passed.

Suddenly, all thirteen cruisers turned to face Yang Tian.

"What are you all doing? The Red Sun is sunk, Admiral Kato is dead at his post, and Zhuwu Zhuwu, as temporary commander, orders all cruisers to immediately fire at the enemy ahead!"

Swish!

The furious orders snapped the Japanese officers back to reality, who immediately directed their forces to prepare.

Like the Red Sun, the thirteen cruisers activated all weaponry, aiming directly at Yang Tian.

"Give the enemy no breathing space. Fire now!"

Boom!

With this command issued, waves of artillery shells and missiles from thirteen cruisers surged toward Yang Tian.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuda, observing from the back, couldn’t help but let out a nervous breath.

To him, this insurmountable show of power—seeing someone fly and cut the Red Sun in half—was undoubtedly proof of divine might.

But what stood out most was their blatant underestimation of this man.

If the Red Sun had attacked earlier, even if this man was God Class, he would’ve been annihilated.

As someone who participated in commanding during the East Crossing battle, Zhu Yuda knew that even China’s strongest martial arts deity couldn’t withstand an assault of missiles and fighter jets.

So now, deploying simultaneous firepower from thirteen cruisers seemed the only way to resolve this disaster.

Yet deep down, Takeuchi couldn’t shake a gnawing thought: "That man... why does he look like him?"

But then he shook his head, snorted, and muttered, "The Devil’s already dead. The United States verified the news themselves. It’s not fake."

Having fortified this thought, Takeuchi stared at the dazzling explosion-filled sky.

Of course, this wasn’t the sort of fireworks children play with. This was the fury of thirteen cruisers unloading their arsenal of missiles and artillery upon their target!

With thirteen cruisers firing simultaneously, the explosion-filled sky became a fiery inferno, completely engulfing the man’s position, smoke and sparks painting an apocalyptic scene.

All Japanese soldiers believed that under such circumstances, survival was impossible.

But before they could excitedly report the destruction of the terrifying Chinese warrior to their commander, they saw a hand abruptly emerge from the thick black smoke in the sky. Moments later, it swept away all signs of destruction. And there, black hair still flowing, the man stood unharmed!

"My... my god!"

Witnessing this, nearly every Japanese soldier stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly hitting the deck.

This was the concentrated assault of thirteen cruisers.

What just happened?

Is this the coming of God?

"Increase the missile payload! Prepare the cruise missiles!"

Seeing Yang Tian unscathed, the Japanese officers roared furiously.

Cruise missiles?

Against one person, using the cruise fleet’s most advanced weaponry?

This foe—just how powerful is he?

But for soldiers, orders must be obeyed, even for Japanese forces.

Soon, another wave of attacks commenced.

Thirteen cruisers, unleashing twenty-six cruise missiles, began their assault anew. Meanwhile, conventional missiles and artillery kept raining down incessantly.

Boom!

The second round of explosions was even more violent.

The impact not only filled the sky but sent massive shockwaves rippling through the sea, causing the thirteen cruisers to rock precariously.

But amid this tremor, none of the Japanese soldiers paid any attention; their gazes were fixated on the sky.

Has he perished?

This was the uncertain thought lingering in every Japanese soldier’s mind.

Deploying cruise missiles... If that can’t obliterate him, then he’s no ordinary man—he’s a monster amongst monsters!

However, the result was yet another disappointment.