He Struck Like a God

In a dim, frigid secret chamber, Imu sat before a stone platform carved with ancient runes.

The flickering yellow candlelight cast Imu's stern yet cunning face in sharp relief, making it seem as hard as ice.

At that moment, Imu slowly opened his eyes. A sharp, icy light ignited within them as he murmured in a low voice:

"When it comes to war, the World Government fears no one!"

His voice echoed through the empty chamber, carrying an unwavering confidence.

Imu knew full well that his achievements today had not come by chance. They had been forged through countless trials of blood and fire.

His previous defeat had forced him to reflect deeply. Now, he had resolved never to underestimate any opponent again. Even Jin An, who had fought him before, would never be forgiven.

He slowly rose to his feet, his black robe stirring softly in the silence as his fingers lightly tapped the densely piled battle reports and intelligence documents on the table.

Every document, every piece of data, was like a fragment of the battlefield gathered through countless meticulous schemes, revealing a cold and merciless truth:

This time, the World Government's operation was the final blow he had ordered.

"Jin An and the rest of you, don't think you can keep hiding in the shadows and waiting quietly."

Imu muttered to himself, a cruel smile and resolute killing intent in his voice.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick stone walls, as though he could see the foolish rebels on the distant battlefield of Elbaf.

"All power will return to my hands.

Today, I will use every force at my disposal to wipe out Jin An and the others."

His tone gradually rose, as though awakening every ounce of dormant energy within the chamber.

The candle