American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 194: Sword Splits Destroyer, One Sword Parts the Sea

"Anti-air! Launch medium-range missiles to intercept the target!"

Hearing the radar operator's words, the Black Captain jolted, thinking they were under missile attack.

He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and issued an emergency order on all channels.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…

As his emergency order was issued, over a dozen anti-aircraft missiles on the vessel simultaneously ascended, intercepting the target displayed on the radar.

On the hull and Deck of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer, multiple hatches opened, revealing several fire-control autocannons, ready to fire at any moment for close-range interception.

"Officer, looking at the target's movement trajectory on the radar display, it doesn't seem like a missile!"

The radar operator looked at the rapidly moving red dot on the radar display and reported to the Black Captain.

The Black Captain leaned in front of the radar display screen, watching the red dots representing their launched anti-aircraft missiles disappear one by one on the radar when they were not far from the target displayed on the radar.

Moreover, the movement trajectory of the red dot on the radar kept changing at high speed, which was indeed different from a missile.

"What is this? A drone, or some kind of high-tech aircraft!" The Black Captain was somewhat doubtful.

The radar operator hesitated before answering, "From the target's size on radar, it seems to be a person. Could it be Iron Man?"

Before Tony Stark's Iron Man armor burst onto the scene, a radar operator seeing a flying object of this size on radar might have thought it was some kind of supernatural creature, or a bird, or an aircraft.

But after Iron Man appeared, no matter how he looked at it, this thing looked like a flying Iron Man.

Perhaps this was the celebrity effect.

"Tony Stark?!" The Black Captain heard the radar operator's suspicion and shook his head sharply. "It won't be him. Although I don't particularly like that playboy, it's undeniable that Iron Man would absolutely not do anything that endangers federal security…"

The radar operator looked at his Officer in surprise, not understanding why he had such a high opinion of Tony Stark.

The Black Captain didn't explain further, turning directly to the Military Officers behind him and instructing, "You all return to your posts! Whether it's a drone or some high-tech weapon, shoot it down! Even if Iron Man comes, he cannot be allowed to break through our anti-air firepower!"

"Yes, Officer!" The Naval Officers on the destroyer saluted and hurried back to their posts.

Inside the radar room, the Black Captain watched the red dot target getting closer on the radar, walked to the side, picked up the satellite phone, and made a call.

"Colonel Barlow, how is the mission going? I hope to hear good news from you!" A steady voice came from the satellite phone, belonging to Raman, the Federal Minister of Defense.

The Black Captain looked back at the target on the radar and said, "Mr. Minister, the target has been successfully shot down! Did the Department of Defense arrange any other assessment projects?"

"What do you mean?" Inside the Minister of Defense's office in The Pentagon, the Minister of Defense held the red telephone. Just as a smile appeared on his face upon hearing the Black Captain say the target was successfully shot down, he heard the Black Captain's second sentence.

The Black Captain's heart sank upon hearing the Minister of Defense's question on the phone. "Officer, an unidentified flying object is currently attacking our vessel at high speed. If this isn't a Department of Defense assessment project, then it means our destroyer is under attack!"

"What!?" The Minister of Defense was startled, sitting up straight from the leather sofa in his Office. "Your vessel is under attack!"

He knew that there had been no exercise from beginning to end. He was merely shooting down a civilian aircraft under the guise of an exercise at the hint of the new President.

The newly appointed President held leverage over the Department of Defense, and as the Minister of Defense, Raman, had no choice but to side with him.

Moreover, for the Federal Military, shooting down an aircraft under the name of an exercise was a minor matter; it wasn't the first time they had done it.

"Tell me your coordinates!" Raman asked the Black Captain for their position with a serious look.

"Officer, we are a hundred In the Sea east of the Bering Strait, East Longitude 145, West Longitude 34!"

The Black Captain directly reported his coordinates to Raman.

For federal soldiers, on any battlefield, if they can call for reinforcements, they will absolutely not fight to the death on their own. The so-called chivalry in Europe was a joke to them.

Take the Korean battlefield, for example; even if facing a company or platoon, they would unleash saturated shelling to reduce casualties and offensive resistance.

Therefore, the Black Fleet, facing an unknown aircraft, directly chose to report upwards and request reinforcements.

Upon hearing that the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer might be under attack, Minister of Defense Raman immediately called the Navy Commander, ordering him to dispatch the nearest fleet for reinforcements.

The fleet closest to the Bering Strait was the Third Fleet in the Northern Pacific. After receiving the order from the Department of Defense, the Third Fleet urgently mobilized the Nimitz Carrier Strike Group to the Sea Area near the Bering Strait for reinforcements—

The Federal Navy's Nimitz Carrier Strike Group included the Federal Navy's Nimitz nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, the USS Chung-Hoon Destroyer, the USS Wayne E. Meyer Destroyer, and the USS Decatur Destroyer—

Just as the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier formation sailed towards the coordinates of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer—

The Zumwalt-class missile destroyer's radar showed that all the medium-range anti-aircraft missiles they launched had failed, and the target was now less than three kilometers away from their vessel.

"My God, what is that thing!"

At three kilometers, some Sailors could clearly see the incoming so-called 'aircraft' through the binoculars on the vessel.

A figure emitting white light all over, a dazzling white light. The Sailors looking through the binoculars from afar felt a stinging pain on their eyes and skin as if being pricked by needles.

Inside the radar room, the Black Captain held binoculars, looking at the figure wrapped in white light, whose form was indistinguishable. He took a deep breath and ordered through the communicator:

"Naval anti-aircraft guns, open fire!"

Tang Song's figure was wrapped in Sword Light transformed from Primeval White Astral Qi. He coldly watched the anti-aircraft turrets on the vessel in front of him turn, the multi-barreled anti-aircraft gun barrels rotated rapidly, and dense artillery shells formed a continuous stream, like a chain of artillery shells, whipping towards him.

This missile destroyer flying the Federal Navy flag had seven or eight Close-in Weapon System turrets alone. Dense artillery shells spray-fired at Tang Song from all directions.

Tang Song's face was stern. He pressed the cane in his palm, and the Sword Qi enveloping his entire body instantly shot out in all directions. The white Sword Qi crisscrossed for hundreds of meters, densely covering the entire sky.

Countless artillery shells collided with these sharp Sword Qi before they could even get close to Tang Song. Some artillery shells were directly split in two, sliced in half, or even smoothly sliced into more pieces.

More artillery shells were directly detonated by the Sword Qi hundreds of meters away from Tang Song.

Boom boom boom—

The huge explosions were like strings of fireworks in the air—

On the missile destroyer, countless Sailors, Soldiers, and Military Officers stared intently at the horizon, eager to know the effect of the anti-tank gun's attack.

The multi-barreled gun barrels of the fire-control anti-tank gun were still rotating, and dense artillery shells were fired into the sky at a rate of fire of six to seven hundred rounds per minute under the control of the fire-control radar system.

However, the white figure in the sky seemed unaffected by any shelling. The sky around the vessel was even rendered pure white.

A few clouds drifting above the white figure were instantly cut into dozens of pieces by the Sword Qi. On the Sea Surface, countless neatly cut pieces of fish corpses floated.

In an instant, the Seawater on the Sea Surface for hundreds of meters turned a bloody color. Tang Song walked down from mid-air step by step. The scattered pure white Sword Qi, following his steps, began to come into contact with the hull below.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding—

With a series of dense sounds of metal collision, the hull and Deck of the steel battleship were pierced with countless Holes by the Sword Qi—

The Black Captain watched a beam of white light flash by. A metal turret in front of him was directly severed by the white light, and the steel turret rolled onto the Deck with a clatter.

He looked at the smooth, mirror-like break of the turret and the dense Holes pierced through the Steel Deck by the white light. He looked up again at the approaching figure enveloped in white light, and the Black Captain let out a roar of anger.

"Full speed reverse!"

Tang Song waved his cane, and a Sword Qi drew an arc, directly severing a multi-barreled Close-in Weapon System autocannon on the Deck that was firing at him!

Looking at the missile destroyer preparing to flee like a startled bird, Tang Song lowered his gaze, a cold laugh on his face. He looked at this missile destroyer as if looking at a tomb burying dead people! Since arriving in the Marvel World, Tang Song has had a smooth journey relying on the Magic Arts and secret Techniques of the Jambudvīpa World. After taking down Kingpin, he became the emperor of the Underworld in New York, and even the Federation, whose word could decide the life and death of countless people.

Someone actually dared to bomb him with missiles, and almost succeeded.

Tang Song was smiling, but his gaze was so cold it chilled one's bone marrow. Boss Tang, who had never suffered such a great loss, was truly enraged this time.

He slowly gripped the cane handle that was always in his hand. The originally silver-plated cane now transformed into a five-foot Green Edge Long Sword in his hand as Tang Song's True Essence changed.

Just looking at the length, it was nearly half a meter longer than ordinary sword implements. Outside the Sword Sheath, it was entirely pure white, with no other decoration except for the white light flashing from the Silver Sword Pill in the eye of the ancient beast head.

At first glance, the Sword Implement appeared simple and unadorned, ancient and generous.

Other than being a bit long, there was nothing extraordinary about it.

This Sword Implement, which Tang Song rarely let leave his side, was made of the same material as the two Silver Sword Pills: Essence of Five Metals combined with Adamantium, Vibranium, Mithril, and Magic Gold, and many other rare metals.

The latter two metals were collections Tang Song obtained from the Troll Black Market. Mithril's ductility could be said to be unparalleled among many metals, while Magic Gold, it was said, was magic metal left over when the Elf King of the Dark Elf race created Golden Golems.

A sword is a ferocious weapon! To nurture the Killing Intent and force of this Sword Implement.

Tang Song even used a Magic Array to attract countless Demons to the Mortal Realm for Sword Sacrifice. After blood slaughtering nearly ten thousand Demons and stimulating the Viciousness of this Sword Implement to the extreme.

He then wrapped the outer layer of this Sword Implement with Adamantium metal as a Sword Sheath. The Sword Sheath was engraved with the White Tiger Killing Array, which connected to the Western Seven Mansions of the White Tiger, to nurture the Sword.

Legend says that Primeval White Astral Qi itself is the essence of Western Geng Metal, capable of cutting through anything. Tang Song used the Qi of the Two Lungs to cultivate two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi, which transformed into White Qi Beams of Light that also connected and nurtured this Sword Implement.

With the cumulative effect of these layers, this Sword Implement of Tang Song's nurtured a fiercely vicious Sword Qi within its Sword Sheath, like a Poison Dragon that had been restrained for a long time.

This Sword Qi was originally prepared by Tang Song for a certain bald head and a certain one-eyed person.

Of course, the bald head and the one-eyed person are two different people, not that one-eyed bald head. The former two are the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth and the God King of Asgard. As for the latter, he couldn't enjoy this Sword Qi that Tang Song had meticulously prepared.

This Sword Qi was originally his backup plan in case he encountered some insurmountable figures, but just as Sha Condensation was in sight, he was hit by a missile.

This strike completely ignited Tang Song's Viciousness. Forget about backup plans, let's just slash to his heart's content first.

With a clear clang like the long cry of a Nine Heavens Phoenix, a white Radiance suddenly shot out from the Sword Sheath, spanning hundreds of meters and piercing the sky, rushing through the clouds.

The color of this Radiance was pure white, and its brilliance was so intense that when it reflected in Tang Song's eye, it was like a laser beam, forcing one to squint their eyebrows!

The pure white Sword Qi illuminated Tang Song entirely, making him dazzling with Radiance.

With the Sword Implement, which had been nurtured for nearly a year, unsheathed, Tang Song felt a sudden stagnation in his chest, having never felt such a powerful Sword Light before. The True Essence power within his body surged out like a mighty river along his sword-holding right hand, continuously pouring into the Sword Implement again and again.

Behind Tang Song, the four Great Perfection Magic Tools, the Ghoul White Bone Banners, fluttered in the wind. A continuous stream of Killing Intent connected with Tang Song's True Essence.

Even with the assistance of the four Ghoul White Bone Banners, within two breaths, seven-tenths of Tang Song's True Essence had been completely absorbed by this Sword Implement.

"If a tiger doesn't show its might, do you really think I carry this cane around just for decoration? I'd like to see if your missile destroyer is tougher, or if my Treasured Sword is sharper. You dared to bomb me with missiles!

Die for me!"

Tang roared like thunder, swinging the Sword in a half-circle from high altitude, and fiercely slashed down towards the missile destroyer speeding away on the Sea Surface below his foot.

With a sharp whistle like fine cloth or silk being instantly cut by sharp scissors, the white Sword Light shot out from the Sword Implement where Tang Song's arm passed, reaching three to four thousand meters in length.

Wherever the Sword Light went, nothing was left intact. Where the Sword Light pointed, even the air seemed to be sliced open by this Sword into fine, thread-like cracks, as if heaven and earth were split into two by this white light.

The next moment, this Sword Light swept across the vessel on the Sea Surface. With a tearing sound like ripping fabric, it instantly split this Federal missile destroyer in two.

After the white Sword Light sliced through the missile destroyer, the residual Sword Light cut through the Sea Surface, parting billions of tons of seawater to both sides, revealing a Sand and Stone Channel several miles long on the Seabed below.

One Sword Parts the Sea. Clang. Tang Song returned the now much dimmer Longsword in his hand to its Sword Sheath, quietly watching the billions of tons of parted seawater surge back, pushing the missile destroyer, split in two, into the bottomless Abyss.

Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, Tang Song looked up at the horizon, then glanced at the southwest direction. His entire being transformed into a pure white Sword Light and escaped into high altitude.

"Erik! Did you see that?"

To the southwest, a gold dredger was anchored on the Sea Surface a few kilometers away from where the missile destroyer was destroyed. On the Deck of this mining ship, which was dredging gold near the Bering Strait, a woman with blue spikes on her skin lowered the binoculars in her hand and looked at Magneto beside her. Although her blue skin concealed her face, it could not hide her panicked look.

Magneto held a single-barreled binoculars in his hand as well.

He clearly saw the astonishing scene of the figure in the white light splitting the Sea with a single Sword. Magneto's look was inexplicable; he recognized the figure in the white light.

Or rather, he recognized this person's Magnetic Field Fluctuation.

He just didn't expect that the Ethnic Chinese young man, who he had only considered to have some minor techniques back then, would be so formidable.

Perhaps, perhaps, not even inferior to Charles.

"Federal Navy reinforcements should arrive soon. Start the ship, let's leave here first—"

Not knowing what he thought of, Magneto's expression was somewhat lonely. He instructed the Mutant driving the mining ship.

Less than half an hour after the mining ship left, an aircraft carrier group centered around a Nimitz nuclear-powered aircraft carrier arrived at the Incident Area. The Sea Surface was calm, and looking out, the vast blue Ocean was like a mirror. There wasn't a single shadow of a vessel.

(end of chapter)