Soul of Huaxia (Part 2)

The reason Zhang Tieshan had not taken Yang Yu up by elevator was perhaps that he wanted Yang Yu to see the predicament Jiangnan City was currently facing.

Yang Yu had gained plenty of social experience in his past life, and with his sharp mind, he understood after giving it a little thought.

But Yang Yu did not resent it.

Because this was the most real kind of war!

A war no one could escape.

If he did not face it, then the ordinary people behind him, who had no power to resist, would have to face it.

The greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility!

Now that Yang Yu possessed great strength, he naturally had to shoulder the responsibility that came with it.

If not for these Soldiers fighting bloodily on the front lines, he would already be fleeing everywhere with Grandfather on his back!

So what if he had War God-level Spiritual Force?

Without a powerful army standing at the very front, could he endure the endless Monsters? Could Grandfather?

"This is a war with no way back!"

"A war that concerns the survival of our race!"

They silently passed floor after floor.

Yang Yu's gaze became increasingly resolute. When faced with the crisis of national destruction and racial extinction, someone always had to step forward.

"Then why couldn't that person be me? Why shouldn't it be me!"

Yang Yu believed that at a time like this, every passionate and responsible Huaxia person would step forward!

Those Soldiers on the screen, still fighting desperately even after losing arms and legs, were proof enough!

Along the way, Old Zhang unusually did not speak. He merely led the way in silence.

Soon, the two of them had climbed more than ten floors and followed Old Zhang to the top floor of the building.

This floor had been completely opened up. A massive screen stood in the center, while busy Workers bustled below it.

On the inner left side of the hall was an enormous round table covered with a map, which was filled with all kinds of markers.

Passing through the busy crowd, Yang Yu saw an elderly man in military uniform. He stood tall, his hair was graying, but he looked full of vigor and carried an extraordinary bearing.

The elderly man stepped forward and extended his hand.

"Hello, Yang Yu. My name is Wang Ying'an. I am the commander of the South China Military Region's First Group Army, as well as the overall commander of this Jiangnan City Defense Battle. It is a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello, Chief Wang. It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Yang Yu extended his hand and shook his.

"What a remarkable young man. I watched your battle against the Rat Horde during the day. Very impressive!" Wang Ying'an could not help praising Yang Yu as he looked at the young man's handsome face and resolute eyes.

"You flatter me, Chief. Defending our homes and country is the responsibility of every Huaxia person. It is simply what I should do."

"What a fine young man. With people like you, the country has hope. Come, let's sit over here and talk."

As he sat on a sofa beside the round table, Yang Yu could not help looking toward the massive screen in the center. Seeing this, Commander Wang Ying'an said nothing and quietly turned to look at the screen as well.

By then, night had fallen, but the Monsters' attacks had only become more frequent.

Wounded and fallen soldiers and officers continuously appeared on the screen.

Some Monsters even broke through the defensive lines and charged inside, only to be swiftly eliminated.

One figure in particular caught Yang Yu's attention.

On the screen, the man was about the same height as Yang Yu. Dressed in a black custom Combat Suit, he moved at Extreme Speed through various battle zones, cutting down every Monster that had slipped through.

But unlike Yang Yu, he used a sword—a huge Alloy Battle Sword.

Each sweep of that heavy battle sword meant the death of a Monster.

"That is Jia Yi."

Wang Ying'an spoke at this moment. "He is also a Freelance Martial Artist who voluntarily came to enlist in the fight against the Monsters. However, he is much older than you, and his strength is slightly inferior to yours. Still, he has not closed his eyes for nearly a full day and night. Whenever Soldiers encounter a Monster they cannot deal with, they hand it over to him. There are still far too few powerful Martial Artists in our military region who can kill Monsters alone."

Looking at the tall figure tirelessly rushing about on the screen, as well as the battle sword that had become a blur in his hands—

Yang Yu knew that this was the backbone of Huaxia!

The soul of Huaxia!

When the Monsters arrived, it was precisely these Soldiers and Martial Artists, fearless in the face of Life and death, who upheld Huaxia's body and dignity.

"Brother Jia is very strong, and his Sword Technique is quite vicious. He can often kill a Monster with a single strike. But although his sword is fast, it has yet to attain Artistic Conception." Yang Yu commented as he watched Jia Yi fight.

"Indeed. Jia Yi himself said earlier that his Sword Technique is still at the level of pure technique. He has yet to possess a 'Sword Soul' or Artistic Conception."

Wang Ying'an nodded in agreement. "Although Jia Yi is much older than you, on the path of the Martial Way, one who has attained mastery may be a teacher. The two of you are now the strongest in the entire South China Military Region. When you have the time, you can exchange pointers and spar more often."

"It is clear that Brother Jia has reached a high realm in the Martial Way, but he has not fully integrated it into his Sword Technique yet. Once he kills enough Monsters, he will naturally reach the realm of 'Unity of Man and Sword' through abundant real combat experience and gain his own Sword Technique Artistic Conception."

Yang Yu knew that with Jia Yi's talent, he would soon be fully awakened through his battles against Monsters and grow at an unbelievable rate.

In fact, the Councilor-level Strong Experts born after the Grand Nirvana were Planetary Level Strong Experts who had surpassed War Gods. Most of them broke through within the first ten years after the Grand Nirvana began.

Hong and Thor, whose talent and comprehension stood in a class of their own, took only around three years to break through to the Planetary Level.

Other Geniuses like Jia Yi, who were a notch below them, did not take much longer either. It was estimated that they needed around five years.

To be honest, without guidance or a good inheritance, being able to break through to the Planetary Level so quickly spoke volumes about their talent and comprehension.

"Yang Yu, I have read your file." Wang Ying'an broke the silence frankly. "You are only eighteen! And your academic performance used to be so outstanding. You probably have not practiced the Martial Way seriously for very long, yet you have already achieved so much. And you were the one who summarized the method for absorbing Cosmic Energy, weren't you? That is truly remarkable."

"You flatter me, Chief. Since you have read my file, you should also know that I have suffered from a Chronic Headache Condition since childhood. It was never cured, and it kept getting worse, so I eventually dropped out of school and focused on the Martial Way."

Yang Yu was not at all surprised that the other party had easily obtained his information. Moreover, Wang Ying'an's frankness in bringing it up was meant to ease Yang Yu's concerns and strengthen the trust between them.

"I know about that. Then does your Chronic Headache Condition still act up now, Yang Yu?" Wang Ying'an asked with concern.

It would be no laughing matter if it suddenly flared up while he was fighting Monsters.

"It does not hurt at all anymore. Perhaps my body has become healthier, and those symptoms that could never be diagnosed have disappeared along with it."

"That is possible. I have heard Martial Artists who can absorb Cosmic Energy say that when the body becomes powerful to its limit and absorbs Cosmic Energy through a Special Method, it undergoes a transformation from the inside out. The whole person seems reborn, and old injuries or hidden ailments are noticeably improved or even heal on their own. Perhaps that is what happened to you, Yang Yu."