Evolution Complete, Golden Superman Is Within Reach

What should they do?

Fight? That would be courting death.

Just look at the Eastern military parade.

Stunning seventh-generation fighter jets streaked across the sky.

Electromagnetic railguns and ultra-precise strikes from space-based weapons.

You think they would not use those lightly?

Then take a look at those super-buff men putting on performances of taking bullets with their bodies and tearing apart tanks barehanded.

Could they still be called human? They tore tanks apart for an entire damn day!

The West's eyes were bleeding! From jealousy.

Add in ultra-light yet incredibly powerful exoskeleton armor, and a team of one hundred could end a large-scale battle in a short time.

The parade was a show of strength, but what the East displayed this time was not strength—it was despair!

And you expect me to fight them?

Who goes first? You?

Come on, no one even dared make a sound.

In the East's eyes, they were now like unarmed infants...

As for condemnation, suppression, or even monopolizing certain civilian technologies to strangle them?

Uh...

If you could reach the East's toenail, I would count that as a win. Their neck? You could not even see it...

And you still talked about monopolies? They thought your technology was outdated!

They were the ones being monopolized now! The West had no choice at all!

This time, they were truly and completely numb.

Faced with an East that seemed to have been aided by aliens, Western nations began to show signs of simply giving up.

They wanted to take advantage, but had nowhere to sink their teeth in. The sharp fangs of the past now seemed to be made of plastic before the East.

What if their fangs no longer worked? Then they could lick! Their tongues still worked, did they not?

Shamelessly sticking close, begging