Kang De's Fury

The Grewind Swarm blotted out the sky, casting a terrifying Shadow.

The sky over Moyani was completely dark.

The silvery-gray locusts swayed like a blizzard, filling the sky with the buzzing sound of their wings.

They are devourers, they are Destroyer, they are ravagers. Mortal lives are like candles flickering in the wind under their sharp teeth. The achievements of Civilization are nothing more than fruits waiting to be plundered. In just one day, they can turn a historic city into ruins. They come from all directions, from ancient times, from other worlds, from the modern world, from Earth. Terrifying traces cross the mists of time and descend upon this pitiful city.

But the sacred canopy unfolds here.

A radiant light surged forth, a dazzling brilliance, like a divine crown transforming into a sacred Shelter, enveloping the city on the verge of destruction. The mad, desperate, and weeping people gazed at the rising heaven of light above, the holy curtain dispelling the Shadow of the insect swarm and silencing the humming of death's horns. Light was hope.

This has been true throughout history.

All collapse and turmoil ceased immediately; the desires of darkness could no longer corrupt people's hearts, for light had arrived and hope had sprouted. This was the light of day; evil receded and malevolence vanished.

The screams of fear ceased, the shoving and surging crowds came to a halt, and those who had been driven to evil by this apocalyptic scene were horrified and stopped. The desperate cries and shouts gradually subsided, leaving only the joyful sobs of survivors. The poor people either collapsed to the ground, knelt down in piety, or embraced each other and wept, all in their own way, celebrating their relief and lingering fear.

No one bothered to investigate what had happened, no one bothered to find out who was behind it all. For these innocent and pitiful people, just a short time ago, living safely was an unimaginable luxury. At this moment, the only thing on their minds was the thought of not having to die.

In an instant, the whole city was filled with the cries of survivors.

For the extraordinary individuals who had just entered the city with special purposes, this scene held a different significance; they witnessed it all firsthand in the heart of the city, bathed in light.

They saw Kang De radiating brilliant light, as if he had transformed into a spirit of light. He raised his magnificent scepter high and struck the earth, unleashing a dazzling burst of light that created towering waves.

Beneath the earth, unimaginable divine power surged forth, sacred flames drew a protective ring on the city's edge, and a dome of light rose up, with countless strange runes and illusory light bricks stacked upon each other, sheltering nearly a hundred square kilometers of land and hundreds of thousands of people within, preventing the impending disaster.

This scene was like a miracle.

The omnipresent holy light shone on the astonished, horrified, and incredulous faces of every extraordinary person.

The sacred veil constructed of pure light shone on their retinas, on the portable photographic equipment in their hands, and on the imaging equipment of high-resolution satellites in low Earth orbit.

It was witnessed by every party involved, bystander, and superior.

Thus, Earth now knows just how far extraordinary beings are capable of.

Videos and images, delivered globally in a short time via high-definition satellites and data networks, were presented to every head of state and political figure qualified to know about this.

For a moment, people of different skin colors, languages, and appearances shared the same shock and disbelief. After that came fear, jealousy, and even anger.

An angry roar echoed from a White House in Washington, D. C.—it was an overseas phone call.

"What are you doing! China people! You actually allowed a wild superhuman to grow to this level, and you knew nothing about it! What about your proud, long-standing national household registration system! What about your big data system that you boast about all the time! My God! I thought he was just Bruce Lee!"

Profanities and roars in various languages spewed from the mouths of well-dressed national dignitaries.

They were all sending their greetings to China in unison.

Because Kang De, with this shimmering veil that banished calamities, pointed out another path to the extraordinary people of the world... a completely new, terrifying, and unpredictable future.

The extraordinary individuals from various countries gathered in Moyani held their breath.

Trembling with excitement, fear, and disbelief.

Because they saw it all with their own eyes.

They saw Kang De transform into a spirit of light, raising a sacred curtain with his scepter to protect a city.

They saw no trace of technology, no steel, circuits, gunpowder, or silicon chips. The power of that light was so sacred and pure, far surpassing any of them, and it did not rely on any external technological force.

These extraordinary individuals are assigned missions by the government, and loyalty is naturally their top priority.

They were recruited by the government and rose to the top, unlike the foolish comic book heroes and superhumans who saved the world and only earned tens of thousands of dollars a year—such a ridiculous scenario is just nonsense. Their salaries are not far from those of Wall Street executives, and they also enjoy comprehensive welfare policies and tax breaks, privileges that are unimaginable to ordinary people, and government courtesy and respect.

And a whole dedicated logistics team.

They enjoyed a life of privilege unlike anything they had before. With the support and guidance of relevant departments, they honed their skills and learned combat techniques. They trusted the judgment of scientists and the power of technology. With the weapons, equipment, and ideas provided by their country's top-notch technology industry, their combat effectiveness increased exponentially. They became accustomed to the assistance of technology and equipment and firmly believed that it was the way of the future... until today.

Someone killed these extraordinary individuals, recruited, guided, and dispatched by the government, right before their eyes, like killing dogs, and then single-handedly opened up a sky of light that enveloped the entire city.

No technological products or equipment were used.

But it revealed a different path, one far more powerful than any of them combined.

That disdainful yet indifferent gaze revealed inner humility.

He wasn't targeting anyone in particular.

As the curtain rose, Kang De stood beneath the radiant sky, watched by countless people. At this moment, he undoubtedly became the focus of the entire world; the most powerful people on Earth were watching him.

His gaze passed over the instructor who stood there dumbfounded.

It landed on the terrified United States.

"Just like you said."

He said to the old black cowboy, "I've faced those damned bugs head-on and saved everyone in this city from them. I think I've accomplished my mission. America, come and settle the score with me for what just happened—so, what were the consequences of my impulsiveness?"

After saying that, he took a step toward the other person.

The United States retreated like startled rabbits.

Old Hei's gaze was extremely awkward, and he couldn't hide his regret.

The previous harsh words stemmed from self-esteem and self-confidence. Although most United States criticize their government every day, deep down they arrogantly and proudly love their country. They firmly believe that America is the chosen nation, the beacon of Civilization, and will surely save, protect, and guide the entire world. China, on the other hand, is nothing more than an evil country stubbornly resisting under the light of freedom. How could they possibly back down and concede under the intimidation of the other side?

He valued his dignity as America and was confident that United States was invincible. Even if he made harsh remarks to their faces, Kang De wouldn't dare to lay a hand on them. After all, it was just talk; they didn't attack. Would Kang De really become an enemy of United States because of a few words? Provoking France and provoking United States are two completely different concepts—but things always turn out unexpectedly, and being proven wrong never happens in the next second.

In this situation, even the thick-skinned, eloquent, and confident United States wouldn't know how to handle the situation... especially in the face of such power.

Old Hei's face changed color rapidly, sometimes turning dark red, sometimes emerald green. He took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Okay, okay, you win. We admit defeat. What do you want?"

Kang De looked at the France's corpse lying on the ground and said, "Choose one."

This time, the instructor's translation wasn't needed; Iron Son had already finished his business.

It can serve as a real-time translation assistant.

The translation software, combined with Kang De's fragmented English, created a very strong authentic flavor.

"Like him, spread out like a pancake and bake it on the ground," Kang De said, "Or politely borrow some tools from someone else's house—to wash the floor for me and clean it up."

The United States, barely managing to understand Kang De's heavily accented and grammatically incorrect English—"Be a cleaner?"—instinctively wanted to reject this humiliation, when Kang De continued, "You must wash! Otherwise, you won't have a chance! Otherwise, you'll end up lying on the ground like him!"

Not only do you have to clean, but you also have to loudly say "Kang De!" a hundred times!

Looking at their expressions of anger that dared not be spoken, Kang De saw the deep-seated fear and apprehension in their faces. He snorted, "Using high-tech weapons, wearing high-tech equipment, meddling in other people's business, acting as a pioneer of freedom, and being the world's leader—what good is that? Following your great leader..."

He is about to complete his soulful performance.

Just then, the sacred curtain roared, and screams rose and fell. In the sky, the swarm of insects gathered into more than a dozen towering white pythons, which lashed and crashed fiercely towards the dome of light!

At the location of the attack, holy light rippled, shimmering like flowing water.

"Oh ho."

He looked up at the sky and said, "Big Bob is indeed a character. He wasn't shocked for long, nor was he scared away. It seems he's figured it out and knows I will never let him go."

That's why they were so determined to take the plunge.

--Perhaps the France reminded him, but it didn't really matter.

He glanced at the United States: "You see, the situation has changed again. Why don't you say a few more words?"

Old Black ignored him.

Then he looked at the instructor. "Tell all these demons and monsters in the city that they have been detained by the Warlord appointed by the King of Comora for illegally entering the country. Make them organize themselves, line up here, and tell them that anyone who moves will die. Don't say you weren't warned."

The instructor's gaze was extremely complex.

He knew what the power Kang De was demonstrating today meant.

In the end, I couldn't help myself.

He said, "Since you have this kind of power, why do you still want to cause trouble for the France?"

Kang De's expression was nonchalant. "Would Big Bob come to me without me putting on a show?"

That calm gaze, that composed demeanor, was like that of a wise man who had planned everything and had it all under control.

At that moment, Iron Son's voice came through the headphones.

"Father, I know you're basking in the joy of your great success in showing off to the whole world, and I know you're reaping the fruits of your success. But I must remind you, the Sacred Dome provided by the Church of the Sun is a mobile version for emergency use, not a semi-permanent, solidified structure. This means its load-bearing capacity has a limit... We still need to use offense instead of defense."

Kang De listened without changing his expression, then said softly, "It's time."

Holy light shone brightly, Divine Ring of Stellar Authority emitted divine light of the sun Vulcan. The intense light intertwined behind Kang De to form dazzling wings of light. Amidst the gasps and gazes of the crowd, Kang De took flight and soared into the sky.

Of course, the flight scroll was secretly activated to take off.

Light Wings are fashion skins; their purpose is to show off.

As the sacred curtain was drawn back, Kang De leaped forth, his wings gleaming, the sacred flame blazing brightly.

He floated in the air, standing atop the sacred curtain, oblivious to the swarms of insects howling and gathering from all directions.

"Bob Buruo!" he said. "From my father to your son, the feud between our two families has reached a point where much blood has been shed, many people have died, and it involves major powers at the level of permanent members of the Security Council, as well as the future changes in the international situation. And today we will resolve some of these issues."

"--So, before we begin, aren't you going to say a few words?"

The swarm of insects continued to dance wildly, but stopped attacking the light barrier. After a moment of silence, the locusts flew and rearranged, eventually gathering in the air to form an enormous, furious face. A single lip was taller than Kang De, and in the sky, it looked like a demon looking down on the earth.

Terrifying.

He said, "Kang De."

That was the sound of locusts vibrating their wings.

Eerie and terrifying.

But I have to say, this is much more impressive than using a calculator to play Senbonzakura blossom).

It would probably get over 100 million views on YouTube.

That old bastard, having received such a huge benefit, could have done something better; instead, he had to act against humanity.

Kang De said, "Is this what you look like now? Human works have described some fictional race, like the social structure of ants, where the entire colony has only one supreme, independent consciousness that has absolute control over the other members... Big Bob, is your will controlling all of this from afar, or does it coexist with these locusts, dispersed among each individual?"

The angry mask slowly said, "When I devour you, you will understand."

Just as his father had said, as a legendary mercenary, he was proficient in many languages, a trait and talent that Little Bob inherited.

Kang De said, "You are as confident as your son; indeed, you come from a family with a strong scholarly tradition."

"This no longer provokes my anger, Kang De. So-called descendants are nothing more than the extension of bloodline, wealth, achievements, obsessions, and life; a helpless act when lifespan is finite. Once I transcend this, the life and death of my offspring will be insignificant, and there will be no hatred whatsoever. Descendants are nothing more than such things."

Big Bob said, "Unfortunately, you'll never understand that."

Because I will kill you here; your life is about to end.

A deep and intense killing intent echoed in the will of the swarm.

It wasn't hatred, but longing.

However, Kang De was furious.

"You motherfucking, spiraling, rotten, donkey-like fart! What gives you the right to say that!?"

His face was filled with furious rage.

"..."

Um????

Big Bob was surprised.

But the enemy's anger is a good thing, he said. "Interesting. Anger often stems from fear, and fear often stems from a lack of self-confidence. It seems you've already foreseen your fate."

Kang De jumped up and said, "It's not your place, you half-buried France old idiot, who was played with by flower-eating insects every day, had a son, and died without a bone left!"

Um?

I felt like the topic was a bit off, but anyway, it's good that we could keep talking.

Big Bob explained, "I think I need to correct one of your misconceptions. As a fighter, you need to know a lot about your opponent's life. Records of my personal life are all on Wikipedia. If you look at them, you'll know that in the 1970s, when I was secretly controlling a country, I married six wives and had many sons and daughters to blend in with the local customs..."

"Fuck your mother! Go to hell!"

The lightsaber instantly traversed a distance of over a hundred meters, its curved blade sweeping horizontally.

The avatar Big Bob had constructed was cleaved in two, but it was meaningless. The reconstructed mask asked in astonishment, "What are you angry about?"

--Something doesn't seem right!

But it doesn't matter anyway.

He said slowly, "Your life will end here, along with your father's and this city. Let me teach you one more thing: a battle is a battle. There's no need to waste words, and there's no such thing as elegance. The so-called noble spirit of not killing prisoners in ancient Europe was nothing more than a means to obtain ransom. As for respecting your opponent, that's just the imagination of intellectuals... Real battles are cruel and dirty, reeking of the stench of flesh and blood."

"Finally, let me give you a piece of advice: if your opponent agrees to your naive request for a warrior's conversation, he most likely has something on his mind."

For example, underground.

A massive earthquake shook the earth, a rumbling sound coming from underground. Swarms of locusts, forming tunnel worms, were moving underground, about to reach beneath the Comora —a classic tactic used since ancient times.

Kang De revealed a sinister grin, a grin so ferocious that it exuded murderous intent.

--idiot!

Do you think I saved the king and put on a spectacular execution show in front of extraordinary individuals and world leaders just to show off?

This was to buy Horus time!

Do you think that while I was showing off in front of world leaders, politicians, intelligence agents, and even superhumans, Horus was digging and wandering back and forth in the muddy, damp, hot, and muddy Moyani just to bury a few church relics? He buried other things too, old man!

He reached out his hand.

Snap of fingers.

The earth trembled violently, and the raging totems bombarded the ground. The intense vibrations altered the soil's properties, solidifying and sealing it, subjecting it to magical suppression and attacks. Dark clouds surged on the horizon, and satellite imagery showed that strange celestial phenomena were slowly gathering. Kang De, who had obtained the Dragon Might Crystal from Lily and kept it close to his chest, stared ahead, waiting with anger and composure—this bastard was going to die today!

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PS1: 5,000 words... Didn't sleep well last night, not much energy today, brain feels a bit sluggish, typing is tiring, goodnight.