"It's you?!"
The prime minister of the John Bull Nation would never forget this man as long as he lived. The figure who had flown toward London at supersonic speed high in the sky and torn apart his bulletproof car door now stood in the same conference room, dressed in military uniform, carrying himself like a soldier.
He merely stood there, never saying a word. His presence alone was enough to bring those remembered scenes back into sharp focus.
The president of the Bear Nation frowned and turned to the prime minister of the John Bull Nation. "Who is he?"
The prime minister's lips moved, but before he could answer, Tianyi stepped forward.
As his foot came down, chakra surged from his body like a tide, spreading throughout the conference room. It rolled in from every direction like the crushing pressure of the deep sea.
It filled every corner, making the air pressure in the entire conference room seem to change in an instant.
Some of the heads of state felt their shoulders sink involuntarily, as though something invisible were weighing down their bodies.
That pressure penetrated the walls and floor, raising faint creases as it brushed the edges of papers, yet slowing every current of air that had been moving through the room.
The prime minister of the John Bull Nation suddenly buckled at the knees and dropped to the floor as though all support had been stripped away. His palms braced against the ground, his knuckles white, his forehead pressed to the floor, as if something were bearing down on him so heavily that he could not lift his head.
The Bear Nation's president also changed color. He shifted his feet half a step back, only to be blocked by a chair leg. His body tilted involuntarily to