Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 585 - 584: [What a Perverted Power!]

Chapter 585: Chapter 584: [What a Perverted Power!]

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Bang!

As previously mentioned, Wett was an arrogant and stubborn man, traits which were now fully exhibited. An American soldier burst into Wett’s office, speaking loudly and out of turn, only to be shot by Wett. The bullet hit the soldier’s left knee, causing him to immediately drop to the ground with a thump.

"Ah... my leg..." The American soldier screamed in agony. With his kneecap shattered by the bullet, his leg was rendered useless, and he would never be able to walk like a normal person again.

Wett didn’t even glance at his subordinate; he was the picture of calm. Initially, there was a hint of panic because he hadn’t expected Ye Tianchen, the Eastern Demon, to dare attack his Military Base No. 11. But upon recalling that his reliable subordinates and the powerful superpower user, Di Yiwang, had been summoned back, and the base had entered DEFCON 1, especially after considering his plans to exploit Ye Tianchen, Wett was quite pleased. With no caution or fear in his heart, he only thought about how to kill Ye Tianchen and use him to weaken the forces of Balock and Libi, thereby becoming the most powerful leader among New York’s three major military bases and gaining favor with President Hei Bama.

At this moment, the American soldier scrambled in, babbling and panicked—a stark contrast to Wett’s satisfaction, as if he had run into Wett’s gun muzzle and interrupted his best mood; plus, Wett was incredibly egotistical, believing in his own infallibility and not allowing anyone to utter a word of dissent.

"Speak now, you can say what it is..." Wett, still unaware of the situation, calmly placed his revolver on the desk in front of him and stated.

The American soldier glanced at Wett, clearly terrified, nothing like the fearless tough-guy image of American soldiers on the screen, which is entirely fictional. Even the bravest of men would feel fear when faced with death. Seeing Wett’s ferocity, the American soldier was petrified, staggering to his feet, his pant leg soaked with blood.

"Report, reporting, General, someone, someone has broken into Military Base No. 11!" The American soldier’s voice trembled as he spoke.

"What? Impossible, absolutely impossible. Military Base No. 11 has already gone into DEFCON 1. It wouldn’t be so easily infiltrated even if an army of equal force attacked; seems like you want to lose your other leg as well."

Wett was startled and started to shout almost maniacally, refusing to believe such a thing was possible. Being in New York, the capital of the United States, one could imagine how powerful the military presence would be? With three major military bases, that alone confirmed everything. And bases like Military Base No. 11, No. 12, and No. 13 each had their trump card assassins. The military strength of a single base would be at least several thousand strong, equipped with the most advanced weaponry, armored tanks, rockets, and attack helicopters. And the defense of a base was also very formidable, not something that could easily be breached. Wett couldn’t imagine that Ye Tianchen, the Eastern Demon, would so easily breach the DEFCON 1 of his Military Base No. 11, thus he simply didn’t believe it.

"It’s true, General, General..."

Bang!

This poor American soldier took another bullet and immediately dropped to the ground, his knees shattered by the bullets. His life was effectively over; he might be one of the most tragic American soldiers in recent years, lying there shot alive by the arrogant Wett.

"Ah... General, I really wasn’t lying, truly..."

"Damn you, get lost, go meet God!"

Bang!

Three gunshots rang out as Wett fired three shots. The first two shattered the knees of his subordinate, and the third bullet directly blew his head apart. Wett fired, firstly because he was a very arrogant and tyrannical man, unable to accept anything that might reflect poorly on him, and secondly, it seemed like shooting was his way of forcibly calming himself. So the American soldier became collateral damage, a truly tragic outcome.

After killing his own man, Wett reloaded his revolver with bullets, intending to take the gun and go out. But just as he reached the door, Wett stopped, immediately closed his office door, and quickly communicated through the equipment: "Di Yiwang, our Military Base No. 11 is under attack. It’s very likely to be that Eastern Demon. You must arrive immediately, hurry!"

After finishing his words, Wett didn’t wait for a reply from Di Yiwang and immediately exited through a small door on the side of his office—a secret passageway he had prepared just in case of an emergency. As he approached the door, the sounds of explosions and screams from outside confirmed that the report of his subordinate who had barged in was indeed true. Someone had breached the base. This sent chills down Wett’s spine, prompting him to run away quickly. In such moments, his only thought was to save his own life; as for the others, they were no longer his concern.

At this very moment, Ye Tianchen, with the Taie Sword in his right hand, was stepping into Military Base No. 11 in New York, turning into a veritable God of Killings. Each swing of his sword either sliced American soldiers into pieces or destroyed fighter jets and armored tanks. Explosions rang out, accompanied by screams and flames shooting into the sky. As a man who possessed the dual nature of a thug and the Death God, once he turned into the Death God, he was truly terrifying. His murderous aura was so intense that it could make people collapse, unable to move.

Di-di-di... That was the sound of helicopter rotors spinning rapidly. Just as Ye Tianchen walked into Military Base No. 11, five fighter jets took off. Three of them opened fire on Ye Tianchen with their machine guns, while the other two sent missiles exploding towards him. Simultaneously, four armored tanks on the ground charged side by side towards Ye Tianchen.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Ye Tianchen’s mouth as he stood still, letting the bullets hit him without moving an inch. With his current middle-stage Emperor-level superpower, his body had long become impervious to bullets. When the missiles exploded on him, they stirred up clouds of dust. For a moment, with Ye Tianchen at the center, bullets and missiles surrounded him while the nearby buildings and houses were blasted into rubble. Ye Tianchen was swallowed by bullets and dust.

"Yay, we did it! That guy was simply asking for it."

"He actually dared to breach our Military Base No. 11. He must be the only fool in the world."

"But he’s pretty tough; he looks like a Superpower User, not very weak."

"Chinese or not, he’s no match for us..."

"Should we hold a moment of silence for him? Hahaha!"

The five American pilots in their fighter jets were discussing and mocking Ye Tianchen through their communication devices, feeling triumphant. They believed they had earned their rewards this time and were anticipating a prize from the stingy General Wett.

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light spiraled into the sky, slicing all five fighter planes arranged in a circle above. The five American pilots’ expressions stiffened as they felt blood gushing from somewhere on their bodies.

Boom!

A loud explosion burst in the sky above Military Base No. 11. All five fighter jets were hit by a flash of Ye Tianchen’s Taie Sword and exploded. The five Americans, who were still laughing, died without even a chance to scream.

Ye Tianchen emerged from the dust, wielding the Taie Sword, unscathed. His physical prowess was such that ordinary modern weapons could not harm him anymore. That moment showcased his formidable strength. As the four armored tanks thundered towards him, Ye Tianchen didn’t retreat but advanced instead. In a flash, he disappeared. By the time the American soldiers manning the tanks realized what had happened, Ye Tianchen was already in front of one of them. With his right hand, he grasped the "nose" of the tank and threw it up into the sky. The force was immense; a tank weighing at least a thousand tons was tossed effortlessly, a feat unbelievable to ordinary people, but not so difficult for powerful Superpower Users and experts from the Ancient Martial Sects.

What followed was a scene where, just after the explosion of the five American fighter planes, four armored tanks were seen flying into the air. A silhouette, with a sword strapped to his back, kicked each of the four tanks back down.

Bang, bang, bang, bang... Four resonating thuds shook the ground. The tanks didn’t explode but stacked on top of each other, much like a tower of Arhats, the bottom one crushed and the remaining three rendered useless.

Ye Tianchen glanced up and scanned the surrounding buildings. He saw the military administration building directly opposite. The base’s military administration building wasn’t very tall and seemed discreet. To say it was low-profile wasn’t quite accurate—it was more about fear. Those inside were military and political officials; a tall building would have been an easy target. Ultimately, it was fear of death.

Bullets continued to fly around, but Ye Tianchen’s body had long been invulnerable to knives and bullets. Seeing how Ye Tianchen obliterated five military fighter jets with a single sword stroke and stacked the four heavy armored tanks, numerous American soldiers became so terrified their hands and legs went weak, unable to even hold their guns steady. At that moment, they all thought the same four words: "Eastern Demon!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)