pjbooks Chapter 379 [Storm Captain] - Strathead
Chapter 379 [Storm Captain] - Strathead
Empty, empty, empty—
On the icy plains, it seemed as if spring thunder was rumbling.
Transparent orbs of light appeared one after another, accompanied by deafening airbursts, tearing apart the frozen soil below and shattering the hills.
The commotion attracted many adventurers.
They stood at a distance, gazing into the distance, their hearts pounding with fear.
"Hiss... Who is this ruthless person who can fight against so many grandmaster martial artists all by himself?"
"Such terrifying destructive power! This is... a perfect-level martial skill?!"
"And it's at least a seven-star or higher martial skill, its killing power is too strong! Even from this distance, it makes my scalp tingle and my hair stand on end."
"horrible."
"It's practically a humanoid beast, comparable to a lord-level golden bone beast."
"Those grandmasters seem to be from Japan and India..."
"Oh?"
boom!
Suddenly, the surrounding air became unusually heavy, abruptly freezing, and an invisible pressure spread out from the icy battlefield like a tide.
A purplish-black shockwave swept through, making onlookers in the distance feel a heavy weight on their shoulders and a sense of oppression.
"It's a quasi-king, a powerful quasi-king has arrived."
A grandmaster released his martial will to resist the oppressive force and managed to look up.
A black dot appeared above the ice field.
He stood suspended in mid-air, his short blue hair and icy purple eyes gazing coldly down below. There was no earth-shattering display of power, only a chilling coldness that seeped into the bones of the onlookers.
"It's Strathead, the leader of the American delegation."
Someone recognized the other person's identity.
"It was him!" Some people felt immense pressure.
【Storm Captain】—Strumhead, a powerful American with the S-rank talent 【Ocean's Blessing】, the youngest Marine Corps colonel, hailed as one of the 【Ten Flags】 capable of carrying the American flag, a young member of Congress, wielding a legendary weapon 【Ship-Slaying Blade】, and possessing formidable combat power.
Sturmhead gazed down at the battle below.
Just as the black shadow flashed, breaking through several times the speed of sound, transforming into a meteor that pierced through three layers of golden barriers, and clenched its fist to blast towards a grandmaster from India.
He made his move.
"Splash!"
The sound of crashing ocean waves echoed from the void, and a giant fist of seawater appeared out of thin air above the Martial God's avatar, crashing down with terrifying pressure.
The Martial God's clone was caught off guard and struck.
"Bang!"
The seawater fist, carrying the Martial God's clone, slammed into the hard frozen ground. The continuous crushing and destruction caused a huge impact, eventually forming a giant crater tens of meters deep.
Watching the shadowy figure rise from the deep pit.
"Oh? It hasn't disappeared yet?"
Strathead narrowed his eyes slightly. "A mere clone, yet it's quite tenacious."
Blue water spheres appeared around him, constantly compressing towards the center.
With one-third of its health reduced, the Martial God's clone, shrouded in a black cloak, looked up, and then...
Raise a middle finger towards the sky.
Sturmhead's face turned cold.
"Are you provoking me, Chinese?"
"If you have the guts, let your true form come out of the city and fight me. You're just a mere clone..."
His finger fell.
Swish swish swish! !
Countless high-pressure water jets, compressed a hundred times to their maximum, shot out from the surrounding blue water spheres. Each jet was as thin as a thread, yet contained extreme destructive power, capable of easily cutting through alloys and severing mountains.
Swish! !
Blue lines of water swept across the land from the sky, cutting through the hard frozen soil, causing hills to slide down and rocks to crumble.
[Martial God Avatar] used his ultimate movement technique to dodge the crisscrossing blue water lines, leaped into the sky with a kick, and appeared in front of Sturmhead in an instant, his right arm wrapped with spiraling crimson energy.
Just as it was about to be blasted out.
Stratheid scoffed dismissively.
"snort."
next second.
The blue water spheres surrounding Stratheid exploded, releasing countless compressed water droplets that swept out in all directions. Each droplet was powerful enough to pierce through fighter jets and tanks, comparable to an armor-piercing bullet.
The Martial God's clone did not dodge, allowing the water droplets to pierce through it.
Its momentum didn't diminish, and it unleashed a powerful punch.
Sturmhead's expression changed slightly, and he took a step back.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a terrifying, explosive airburst.
A crimson fist-shaped beam of light ripped through the sky, leaving a straight red line that lingered on the heavens, and a huge hole was punched into the distant clouds.
shuh...
The shattered avatar of the God of War gradually dissipated.
Its eyes were full of mockery.
Sturmhead, who was still turning his head away, had a livid face, and a bloody mark gradually appeared on his cheek, from which a trickle of blood seeped out.
This scene was witnessed by the surviving masters from the Sakura and Kimchi countries, who were shocked, anxious, and furious.
"Lord Strathead, are you...are you alright?"
"Your Majesty has permitted us to treat you. What are you waiting for?"
A female master healer trembled and hurriedly prepared to unleash her healing skills.
"Get out of here!"
Sturmhead's terrifying glance sent the group flying back a hundred meters away.
The renowned and handsome King-designate cracked his fingers, his face radiating a terrifying chill, and his eyes revealing an extremely cold and sinister smile.
"Good!"
"Being injured by someone using a clone is an experience I've never had before."
"As expected of the Chinese legend who could fight a quasi-king at the eighth rank, he is indeed extraordinary."
"Now I'm even more excited..."
He grinned maliciously, and the wound on his cheek quickly closed up.
"Tell those guys that they are not allowed to act without my orders. But... if you want to die, I won't object."
After saying that.
He vanished from his spot in an instant, and the oppressive aura that had been felt by everyone present also disappeared at the same time.
the other side.
Inside the [House of God].
Jiang Yuan held his wine glass and murmured softly:
"Stumhead, the thirty-six-year-old future king of the Beautiful Country, one of the ten strongest individuals in the Beautiful Country with the best chance of becoming a king, seems... to be nothing special."
"Huh? What did you say?" Song Yun asked, already quite drunk.
"Nothing much. How much do you know about the American Ten Flags?"
"The Ten Banners, huh? They're a troublesome bunch. All ten are top-tier talents heavily cultivated by the United States, each rumored to possess near-king-level combat power and the potential to become a king. Almost every one of them is a top prodigy who has participated in national wars, and each has powerful forces and conglomerates supporting them. Their skills and equipment are among the best in the world," Song Yun said while drinking. "It's said that the Northern King spent a lot of effort to kill one of the American banners back then, which attracted the pursuit of their backers. In short, they're a very troublesome bunch."
Tang Bing chimed in, "The leader of the American team this time is one of the Ten Flags, Strathead, nicknamed the Storm Captain, and also known as the 'Son of the Sea.' His water-based skills are exceptionally powerful."
"What about the team leaders from other countries?"
Yan Runan asked out of curiosity.