"You mean, a city about..."
Zhang Chulan's Adam's apple bobbed. All at once, his mouth felt impossibly heavy, and he could not force out another word.
"About the size of an ordinary Huaxia city."
Su Yunqing spoke casually.
"For example, a city the size of Haikou. A single strike would be enough to destroy everything within the city limits."
Black Pipe fell silent for a moment. His right hand unconsciously touched the scar from a bullet wound running across his chest beneath his tactical vest.
Back when he was in the Middle East, he had witnessed a tactical nuke test. A twenty-thousand-ton yield had only blasted out a crater three hundred meters deep. Destroying a city the size of Haikou in one hit—what the hell kind of power was that?!
Wang Zhenqiu suddenly laughed, though there was a trembling metallic scrape in his voice.
"So, if the Old Celestial Master went all out, he could destroy a country in a few days?"
If it were a smaller country, would he not even need a day?
"More or less."
Su Yunqing shrugged.
In truth, she was not entirely sure what level Zhang Zhiwei's current strength had reached. But he was definitely at City-Destroying Level. Back when they had held a banquet in Erina Nakiri's world, she had asked him out of curiosity.
The Old Celestial Master had not hidden anything in that regard. He had been a loudmouth in his youth to begin with. If not for the restraints of the Celestial Master's Inheritance, he would never have concealed such things.
Most people in the Chat Group were the same. To put it bluntly, they simply did not take anyone else seriously.
So what if I said it?
Who in this world could threaten me?
Back then, however, although the Old