No One Can Save the French Today

It's like a flash of lightning, only a moment.

Oulus had already recognized the identity of the person who had appeared before him.

The objective of this mission.

A sinner who has brought shame upon the great Fr*nce.

I've looked at the photos and files a hundred times.

His face is firmly imprinted in my mind.

He shouted sternly, "Kant!"

The France bear intended to strangle the king, but a sharp pain shot through his restrained left arm, and intense heat burned his arm, causing extreme unease to overwhelm him.

In a flash, he released the king's neck, letting his body fall to the ground. His right hand had already reached for the heavy shotgun slung behind his back, aimed at Kang De, and pulled the trigger!

The gunpowder exploded violently, and deadly bullets flew through the air in a volley. In an instant, Kang De released the France's arm, dodged the close-range shotgun fire with a swift movement, leaped down the floor, caught the king, then kicked through a window and rushed into a room on the third floor.

He looked down and asked, "How did it get like this?"

Tears and snot made the king's face a mess, and he murmured, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Kang De followed his gaze out the window and saw the vehicle that had been almost cleaved in two by the Tomahawk.

There was also blood everywhere and shattered remains.

The next moment, he grabbed the king and dodged to the side. Immediately, a huge tremor came from the roof. A shotgun blasted a large hole in the roof, and the bullets violently struck the ground, Flame flying everywhere. Oulus's roar was accompanied by the incessant sound of shotgun shells being ejected and firing, leaving the house riddled with holes.

Then, a sharp sound pierced the air outside the window, and two arrows shot in one after the other.

Phoenix Vision and the Power of the Fire Thief have already seen the blackish-green color permeating the air.

Poison gas.

As well as...

Explode.

Flames surged, air currents flew, windows shattered, doors slammed shut, and Kang De, carrying the king, rushed out of the room and ran swiftly down the corridor. Phoenix Flame swirled in his eyes as he peered through walls and obstacles toward the source: one, two, three, four, five, six—six people, high-energy individuals, fundamentally different from ordinary people.

In the distance, there were many scattered groups of two or three, equally difficult to distinguish as friend or foe.

The king whispered, "Brother, let me go. Don't let me be a burden to you..."

"Shut up."

Kang De looked around. The civilians downstairs had not yet dispersed, the king was beside him, and the enemy was cruel and bloodthirsty, possessing the means to inflict widespread damage. The battlefield should not be here.

A violent tremor shook the ground behind him, large chunks of reinforced concrete fell, and dust billowed out. Oulus, a bear-like figure, appeared, smashing through the roof and landing on top, gripping a shotgun and roaring, "Kang De!"

Kang De didn't even glance at him, immediately turned, smashed through the wall, and rushed into the room on the right. The sound of shotgun fire and bullets whistling through the air came from behind him, Oulus's French roared incessantly, like the howl of a beast.

Two more arrows pierced the window and entered.

A fierce glint flashed in Kang De's eyes. He opened his Atmospheric Aegis, and the explosion came head-on. Using magic as a shield and Extraction as a spear, the blazing shockwave was instantly dissipated. Taking advantage of the force of the explosion, Kang De carried the king and flew out of the intense flames. His figure was as fast as lightning. He crossed the street and landed on the roof of the two-story building opposite!

Then, without stopping, he rushed off into the distance!

Arrows pierced the air behind him, and gunshots rang out incessantly. Kang De had already leaped downstairs and, using the street terrain as cover, avoided the directions where high-energy individuals might be present, making several turns as he headed towards the embassy.

"Oulus!"

The archer pulled his Tomahawk from the car and hurled it back to his companion. Oulus breathed heavily like a bull, his eyes bloodshot with excitement. His companions, who had been waiting around, gathered together, ignoring the chaotic shouts below. Each of them wore an expression of joy and anticipation.

Because... they won.

Yes, Kang De is back.

Kang De was forced to reveal himself.

There have been no reports of any attacks in Fr*nce.

This means that through their actions they forced the terrorist to abandon his evil plans, saving the glorious Fr*nce from attack. In a sense, as long as Kang De reappears in Moyani, Fr*nce has won an undisputed victory in this war.

"Report back home that our first mission has achieved a major victory. Next, we will expand our offensive, extend our gains, and utterly crush this incompetent traitor who dares to threaten Fr*nce."

Oulus gripped his Tomahawk, made a few feinting strikes, and shouted sharply, "Move out! Set up the ambush as planned. He's much weaker than we thought! But we must still go all out!"

Yes, the brief exchange earlier already speaks volumes.

With the team's coordinated efforts, the opponent could only take the beating... It was truly ridiculous and laughable.

Such an incompetent person actually dared to threaten Fr*nce.

"He can't escape... because his father is still at the embassy, and he didn't leave with the King's teleportation teleportation device."

They each took out and changed their equipment, and headed towards the China Embassy.

The news of Kang De's appearance spread throughout the world in an instant.

Everyone who was entitled to know learned of the news immediately.

Cheers erupted in the France presidential palace. Members of the emergency response team applauded or high-fived each other in celebration. The president shook hands with the Department of Defense, his smile revealing relaxation and satisfaction. In the end, Kang De's method of deterring Fr*nce was only based on surprise. When he was forced to return to Moyani, the outcome was already decided.

"What a farce."

Other world leaders and dignitaries who were qualified to know the situation breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly found it ironic that they had been so alarmed by such a piece of news and a threat.

But after the self-deprecating remark, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

If such phenomena hadn't become increasingly frequent recently, who would be so nervous?

After deliberation, the heads of state and key officials of the various countries determined the next steps—in addition to what Big Bob had promised, the first thing to do was to put pressure on China.

That man named Kang De must be dealt with severely as a deterrent to the extraordinary.

After a brief discussion, the will of the nation was relayed to Moyani's group of observers, who took note of Kang De's appearance and the brief exchange of words.

It seems that Kang De was completely at a disadvantage.

"It's time to set off, gentlemen. The gentlemen of Parliament have given us new instructions: to find opportunities to cooperate with the France, for example, to help them entangle China officials... In short, to kill Kang De."

"The general's orders are to break up the fight. When Kang De is about to be beaten to death, go out and break up the fight, but be careful with your strategy. Just pretend to break up the fight, but don't go to save Kang De. Let the China man be beaten to death by the France. Our job is to persuade the France to calm down, understand their combat methods and training strategies, and then give them a good beating—whoever beats the France half to death can be knighted."

"You two go and rescue our compatriots. The rest of you come with me to observe the battle. Unless ordered to, you are not allowed to take action. Do you all understand?"

Whispers, discussions, disdain, excitement, and almost no regret.

The extraordinary individuals hidden within the city converged towards the embassy.

"Kang De has appeared! He's leading the king this way!"

On the rooftop, a short-haired woman, holding binoculars, reported, "The France have begun their pursuit! The foreign superhumans previously detected are also heading this way!"

The man with the buzz cut spat his cigarette butt onto the ground and stretched his massive steel gauntlets. "Damn, he still has the nerve to bring people this way! Now he thinks about the country?"

After a short while, the instructor put down the communicator and said, "Prepare for battle!"

The man with the buzz cut turned around and said, "With this whole group?"

The instructor said in a deep voice, "An order is an order! The order is for us to hold our ground at all costs until diplomatic intervention saves Kang De's life! He is very important!"

The man with the buzz cut cursed and stretched his limbs, while the woman remained silent, opening the bag at her feet and taking out sealed bottles of pure metal and high-energy fuel.

"They run pretty fast."

Moyani is a small city, and as Kang De drew closer, he became clearly visible. Behind him, the France were hot on their heels. The man with the buzz cut said, "I'll go meet him!"

He flipped and jumped down the building, vaulted over the wall, and in less than a minute, Kang De had covered hundreds of meters, arriving like a whirlwind. The crew-cut man rushed forward, his fists clashing, the gloves clanging loudly. "The world's strongest superhuman, look over here, you're pretty fast..."

The next moment, he swallowed the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of his tongue, because he could clearly see Kang De's gaze from dozens of meters away, and the surging killing intent that followed.

The murderous intent flashed by, almost an illusion, but the man with the buzz cut almost instinctively realized that the murderous intent had disappeared because the other party had seen his skin and hair color and understood his language.

His mouth was slightly agape, and before he could even reorganize his thoughts, Kang De had already swept past.

He leaped to the rooftop, ignoring the two people there, then flipped over to the front yard, rushed up to the third floor, and placed the King in the ambassador's office. "Wait here."

He looked up at the dumbfounded ambassador. "Who are the three people on the roof? Two men and one woman."

The ambassador instinctively replied, "Comrades... in the country..."

"They seem quite capable," Kang De said. "Please ask them to look after the King."

"Oh..." Before the ambassador could reply, Kang De had already pushed open the door and left. "Wait!"

Kang De descended the stairs, and seeing no one around, returned to the White Mist World. When he emerged again, Horus had already detached himself from his shoulder and back. "Father, are you alright on your own?"

Kang De replied, "No problem, your side is the key. The swarm is coming soon. You've memorized the specific procedures and locations, right? Don't make any mistakes."

Iron Son said in a deep voice, "Yes, I will do it as soon as possible."

After saying that, the Transformers transformed into a long, narrow metal beast, drilled through the ground, and sank downwards.

Kang De stretched his neck.

The instructor jumped down from the third floor and entered through the main entrance, bumping into Kang De. He said sternly, "Kang De, what are you doing? I'm ordered to protect you. Please stay in the embassy and don't show your face, or you can return home through your own means—please cooperate with my work!"

Kang De nodded and said, "I appreciate your kindness and gratitude. I am deeply grateful that you have come all this way for my sake. Please protect the King; I will go out and deal with those people."

The instructor reached out to stop him, annoyed, "This isn't the time for boasting! I know you're young and easily embarrassed, but with a few more years of training, you can still get back on your feet. Don't try to be a hero now, acting like you're doing something you're not—your dad's right here! What will he do if you die? Stay here, the country is fighting for you! Don't let their efforts be in vain!"

Meanwhile, Oulus's maniacal laughter and roars could be heard outside.

The instructor clearly understood what the other person was saying. He frowned, wanting to persuade him again, but Kang De shook his head and sighed, his figure disappearing into the blooming darkness, crossing the portal of space.

The other person's expression changed drastically, and they reached out to grab it, but it was too late. "Oh no!"

He turned and rushed outside.

"Avoid conflict with the China at the embassy, try to avoid it. The locust swarms are about to arrive; they will be responsible for breaching this fortress. In the chaos, no one can protect Kang De's life."

With the embassy district in sight, Oulus, his eyes bloodshot, still chose the wisest option. Carrying his Tomahawk and gripping his shotgun, he rode along the wide streets of the embassy district. Some of his five companions were already in position and hiding nearby, while others were moving alongside him at a distance, providing mutual cover.

Before hunting, one must remain patient.

He grinned maliciously, expectantly, and shouted insults and humiliations.

It's best not to show your face. Let the whole world see your humble and cowardly appearance, and then kill you.

This is the best performance ever.

"Come out! You pathetic rat, you lowly monkey, how dare you humiliate the great Fr*nce! Where did your smug look go? Didn't you claim to be the most powerful superhuman? Is your superpower just shamelessness and pathetic escape? You..."

He brandished his Tomahawk to bolster his presence. The city of Moyani was small, and extraordinary individuals displaying their skills had already gathered nearby. It was going to be a very interesting performance, Oulus would establish his position in front of extraordinary individuals from all over the world—thinking of this, he cursed even more vehemently.

Should we add some more entertainment? He picked up a shotgun and aimed it at the embassy...

The next moment, the archer shouted through the tactical headset, "Behind you!"

A chilling sense of crisis returned, and Oulus roared, a faint crimson light emanating from his body. He twisted his body halfway around, using the immense centrifugal force to swing his Tomahawk backward, bypassing the crescent moon!

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

My right hand is in excruciating pain.

The powerful recoil made it impossible for him to grip the axe handle; blood burst from his fingers, splattering everywhere, and the crimson light shattered with a deafening crash, causing the Tomahawk to slip from his hand.

Then, as Oulus turned to slash, he saw what was behind him.

The China man, Kang De, was right behind him, in the path of the sweeping axe blade, but he simply raised his arm to the side to block it. The incandescent light formed a shield, without causing a ripple.

The other person's gaze was calm and indifferent as they looked at him without the slightest fluctuation.

But it was speaking.

"Huh... what's this...?"

He couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but he could understand what they were looking at.

This is the gaze of a true... predator.

A strange fear arose out of nowhere, just as he always felt a strong sense of crisis whenever Kang De appeared beside him. With the help of his companions, his own strength, and the other party's panicked escape, he did not take this sense of crisis to heart, because he had experienced too many crises—but this time was different!

Almost instantly, he set up his shotgun and pulled the trigger. It was the most perfect and fastest reaction, wasting not a second; the soldier's instincts had reached their limit.

But the other person was even faster than him.

Kang De's other hand gripped the barrel of the shotgun.

Oulus pulled the trigger with lightning speed.

Pull the trigger.

... Where's the trigger!?

His fingers moved, tens of thousands of shots had ingrained muscle memory, but the heavy, tangible force returned to empty air, startling him so much that he instinctively looked down.

The wind howled fiercely.

This is a powerful blow.

Oulus instinctively raised his hand to defend himself.

Click.

The sound of bones cracking, followed by excruciating pain and a violent impact that shattered his arm and slammed into his face, twisting and contorting his large face in shock.

An indescribable, eerie power surged within his body.

His mountain-like body involuntarily retreated.

The second punch.

His arm, injured by the shock of the Tomahawk slipping from his hand, was twisted and spurting more blood, along with a searing pain that pierced to the bone. He felt as if someone had shoved an incendiary bomb into his arm.

The third punch.

The impact struck him squarely in the chest. For a moment, Oulus thought he had crashed into a mountain. His bones cracked and popped, the force transmitted to the earth, even causing the ground to tremble. A series of terrifying noises shattered his bones, and his legs could no longer support his body. He collapsed to his knees.

The shock and excruciating pain left him bewildered. He blinked hard, seemingly not understanding what was happening. He struggled to lift his head, trying to see what had occurred.

Kang De gently patted the other man's bald head from top to bottom with his left hand.

Meeting the other's bewildered and pained gaze, Kang De's Phoenix Vision saw the surging life force within the other's body, a familiar power sustaining his life.

Fine.

He raised his foot and crushed the other man's limbs one by one, then shattered his jawbone, saying gently, "Keep going, hang in there, I'll be back in a bit."

I said it in English—I hope he understands.

"..."

"..."

Three punches.

The embassy district was eerily quiet.

There were no civilians here, only envoys and staff from various countries, as well as observer groups of extraordinary individuals from different nations, and the France people. They thought the battle was a foregone conclusion, the only variable being Kang De's fate... But it was only for a moment, just a moment.

What exactly happened?

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Kang De stepped aside and pulled the axe from Oulus's hand.

Then, with a light chop of his right hand, he severed the axe blade.

What is he doing?

"Use... use your hands..."

A trembling France's voice came through the tactical headset.

It all happened so fast. The archers who first discovered Kang De's teleportation hadn't even had a chance to fire before Oulus was completely shattered. The team members who were supposed to immediately coordinate their attack also forgot to act for the same reason. By the time everything was over and they realized what had happened...

What stopped them from taking action was no longer astonishment, but fear.

Oulus... was defeated.

Just three punches.

Having trained together for two years, they all knew how strong and resilient their teammate was.

Should we continue?

"Or... or should we retreat?"

Someone said, trembling, "Camille is hiding our whereabouts. He doesn't know where we are. If we leave now, it's not too late... it's not too late..."

An eerie silence fell. No one spoke, or rather, no one seemed to have processed what had just happened, whether they were the parties involved or the bystanders.

In the embassy district, only Kang De was quietly tinkering with something.

He chopped off the axe blade, gripped both ends of the Tomahawk's long handle, and then exerted force.

The sturdy steel axe handle was slowly bent into an arc.

Then he crouched down, lifted a huge block of cement from the ground, shook it in his hand, and gravel kept falling down. What he finally held in his hands were thin cement rods, about the thickness of a little finger... The onlookers watched his actions, amazed by his control of strength.

But they remained puzzled.

What exactly is he trying to do?

Then he tore a long strip of cloth from his body, tied it to both ends of the bent iron bar, made a tight knot, and then pulled the cloth, making a soft rattling sound.

"This is... a bow?"

Many people exclaimed in surprise. Although they were extraordinary individuals, many of them came from ordinary backgrounds. The toy bow they made from a bendable twig and a string was a childhood memory.

The archers, however, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

Because it's a bow!

This is a bow!

The next moment, he saw Kang De's gaze.

Although the distance was great, and although Camille's supernatural abilities concealed his location, the archer was certain that Kang De had seen him! The other man knew where he was, and had even made such a terrible bow, because this China man had already chosen his next target—himself!

He even devised a plan to kill him!

Use this piece of shit bow!

And... it can be done!

Damn it!

Intense fear and excitement propelled the archer to his feet. He grabbed four long arrows with a backhand grip and unleashed a barrage of shots, a volley of explosions, poison gas, deadly toxins, and burning. Masterful craftsmanship, the culmination of the wisdom of experts from various fields and arms companies, pushing the limits of modern technology—all combined with his awakened supernatural abilities and talents—allowed him to fire in curved, projectile, straight, and rapid-fire shots, his mind adjusting the trajectory of the bullets as if they were extensions of his arm.

But an arrow made of cement vibrated the air, emitting a heavy whistling sound.

A rag devoid of any elasticity or potential energy, an incredibly hard iron rod, and an absurdly brittle cement arrow—how laughable these three things are! Especially when compared to the specialized bows and arrows created with modern technology, the difference is like heaven and earth. Yet, the whistling sound that vibrates the air and the unstoppable, surging speed make the archer immediately sense the fear of death—what's going on!

An explosive arrow was detonated mid-air, scattering sparks and interfering with the trajectories of other projectiles.

Another cement arrow pierced the air, corroding the spot where the archer was hiding, leaving it pitted and uneven.

This is poison.

The archer rolled and fled desperately, and the third cement arrow caused a violent explosion.

This is an explosion.

Two more, please.

The shockwave and the death drove the archers into the street.

The China man, carrying a homemade bow and arrow that looked almost like child's play, walked towards him step by step.

Posture, gait, gaze, movements, even the way they hold their bows and arrows—just one glance was enough to fill an archer with despair; he saw a difference as vast as the heavens and the earth.

This is a true archery master, whose name would have been brilliantly remembered in ancient times.

How so?

How could he know that the China before him were engaged in the most brutal and bloody battle on a real battlefield, fighting head-on against a race that had been proficient in archery for thousands of years? Facing divine archery skills honed to the extreme, they dodged, charged, and fought amidst a dense rain of arrows, killing powerful enemies, tearing them apart, slaying them, Extraction their essence? In the midst of life and death, the Fire Thief read the warriors' deepest memories—the moments of their heroic struggle on the battlefield.

Although those memories were fragmented, vanishing like smoke under the power to annihilate everything, leaving only broken pieces, they ultimately became food for the Fire Thief.

The archers drew their arrows with all their might and fired them, one arrow after another like a string of pearls. The two archers approached each other, shooting arrows along the street without dodging or avoiding, but everyone watching could see that the difference was overwhelming. Kang De only needed one arrow to block three to five of the opponent's arrows.

And it was with that kind of bow and arrows.

With a snap, the war bow, crafted from advanced modern materials, was broken in two. The archer tried to pull out his spear, but the next arrow pinned his hand to his thigh. The excruciating pain caused him to fall to the ground. He cried out in agony, looked up at Kang De, and tried to say something, but an arrow immediately followed, piercing his forehead.

The archer's lips trembled.

Another arrow pierced his forehead.

Then came the face, chin, throat, left cheek, right cheek. The archer's corpse trembled until his head became like a hedgehog, before he fell backward.

Kang De, with an indifferent expression, looked around and surveyed the scene.

Even extraordinary individuals from distant countries held their breath, lowered their heads, and repeatedly chanted in their hearts—"Don't mistake him for someone else, don't mistake him for someone else..."

They all knew that Kang De was choosing his next prey.

These extraordinary individuals from various countries possessed powers unimaginable to ordinary people, and feeling superior and arrogant, they came under orders—some to observe, others to command. The protagonist of this event was an extraordinary individual named Kang De. No one thought he had any chance of turning the tables; at most, he could save his life through China's concessions and compromises, but whether he could retain his abilities was another matter entirely...

I never imagined it would turn out like this.

The China, destined to be prey, calmly slaughter the superhumans of Fr*nce, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil in the city, the impending locust plague, and the consequences of opposing Fr*nce.

Moreover, their methods were cruel, lacking any chivalry or respect for their enemies.

Those who witnessed this felt... deep fear.

They awakened extraordinary abilities, considered themselves different from others, and shouldered a greater mission. Humans have a hero complex, so nothing could awaken the fear in their hearts more than witnessing such extraordinary people being slaughtered like pigs.

No one dared to stand up and stop it.

No one dares to stop a yellow-skinned person from slaughtering white people, stop a China person from killing Civilization people in the Western world, or stop a superhuman from a red country from slaughtering NATO allies.

The extraordinary individuals of the free world are watching with their own eyes.

It's as if the so-called universal values and beliefs in justice they previously upheld were just for fooling children.

Kang De had already untied the cloth and straightened the bent axe handle himself.

He gripped the axe handle, which was neither too long nor too short, with both hands. Then, intense light burst forth from the top of the handle, transforming into a blade of light that he held in his hands, resembling a giant horse-slaying sword.

The next moment, a loud noise came from a house about fifty meters away. A France wearing light armor and dragging a greatsword was seen running away crying out, "Help me! Help me!"

At a distance of fifty meters, a straight-line attack; the saber danced like a windmill, cleaving through walls and collapsing houses; death was on the run, arriving in an instant.

The France screamed and tried to defend themselves, calling for help from their teammates, but no one responded.

He wielded his greatsword, its specially crafted blade wreathed in blazing flames, but even swordsmanship passed down from the era of Europe warfare, even techniques honed by the world's top sword masters, even the most scientifically advanced training and simulations... were still not real combat.

It cannot compare to the skills honed in the cold weapon battles of another world of swords and magic.

After three exchanges of blows, the France, sword and hand, fell to the ground. He staggered backward, his armor and body severed at the waist, his upper body sliding to the ground, spitting blood, struggling in agony.

Kang De came to his side, raised the light blade, and slowly stabbed down, giving him ample time for the last painful moments of his life, longing for the tip of the sword to fall quickly.

No one can save the France today.

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PS1: 7,500 words! Damn, almost 8,000 words! That's like other people updating four times a week, and I finished writing it at 1 PM -- hurry up and show me some appreciation! Where are the votes and the blades?!