Earth, Kyoto Base City.
In the living room of a villa in Wangfu Residential Area, Wang Jiu was smiling as he received a special guest.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Jia Yi, but Yang Zheng isn't home!" Wang Jiu shook his head, looking at the middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit before him.
"It's been more than two months. Still no word from Councilor Yang?" Jia Yi was rather surprised. He had received no news of Yang Zheng on his previous visit, either.
"Yes, I'm truly sorry."
Wang Jiu nodded. "He only said he was going into secluded training. I don't know where he went, either."
"All right, I'll take my leave, then." Though disappointed, Jia Yi still departed politely.
Watching him leave, Wang Jiu shook his head. This was already the military's second visit to look for Yang Zheng.
Personally, he greatly admired Jia Yi.
Jia Yi's life was legendary. He had been born into a military family. His father and grandfather had both been soldiers, and his great-grandfather had even fought through the eight-year War of Resistance.
Yet despite being born into such a family, he had been sickly since childhood, underdeveloped and scrawny.
But during the Great Nirvana Period, he had pulled off one legendary rescue after another. He had saved over ten million Chinese refugees, and his contributions during the establishment of the base cities had been even greater.
Over decades of service, he had directly saved more than ten million people, and indirectly saved many more.
"Where exactly did Zheng go to train?" Standing in the courtyard, Wang Jiu gazed pensively beyond the gate.
It had been almost three months since Yang Zheng left a message saying he was going into secluded training. There had been no news since, and nobody knew exactly where he was.
As for danger...
That had never crossed Wang Jiu's mind. After all, with Councilor Level strength, there were very few things on Earth that could threaten him.
A red, saucer-shaped fighter jet had already left the skies above Kyoto Base City.
Inside the cabin, Jia Yi sat in his black Zhongshan suit, his back ramrod straight.
"Mr. Jia, according to the detectors from the Ancient Civilization Ruins, monsters in the southeastern waters are gathering. They seem to be preparing to launch a beast tide," a middle-aged man wearing glasses beside him said gravely.
"Of the King-level monsters picked up by the detectors, five have been extremely active. This beast tide could reach disaster level."
Beast tides around the world were divided into three levels. A Level 1 Beast Tide already meant an endless onslaught of monsters.
Above a Level 1 Beast Tide was the even more terrifying disaster level. Disaster-level beast tides had occurred only a handful of times across the entire planet, and their defining feature was the involvement of King-level monsters.
"Have the frontline soldiers prepare for battle. I've already notified the War God Palace Council."
The War God Palace had been founded to unite humanity's strength against the monsters. Disaster-level beast tides had catastrophic consequences for humanity, so any potential outbreak would be reported in advance.
"I wonder how things are going with Deng, and whether he's managed to invite Councilor Luo Feng," Jia Yi said in a low voice.
Luo Feng and Yang Zheng were both so young.
Though the latter's strength was unknown, the former was already on par with the Third Speaker. Perhaps one day he would become an unshakable presence like Hong and Thunder God.
Hong and Thunder God!
Even the Five Great Powers treated Hong and Thunder God with the utmost courtesy, all because their individual strength was simply too overwhelming.
Even the Five Great Powers treated Hong and Thunder God with the utmost courtesy, all because their individual strength was simply too overwhelming.
And Yang Zheng and Luo Feng, both so young, clearly had the potential to become like Hong and Thunder God.
Faced with young men of such potential, even nations had to establish good relations with them early.
Jiangnan Base City, Mingyue Residential Area.
Inside the Gravity Room in the second-floor Martial Arts Training Hall of Luo Feng's home, a young man clad in blood-red armor sat cross-legged in meditation, with throwing knives circling around his body.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
On the display beside him was a number.
2700g.
After all, the muscles and bones of a Planetary Level First Tier warrior could withstand at most a thousand times Earth's gravity.
After all, the muscles and bones of a planetary level first tier fighter could withstand, at most, a thousand times Earth's gravity.
Whoosh!
The Moyun Vine Armor covering his body swiftly and silently merged into his skin, revealing Luo Feng's lean, muscular physique.
"It's been almost three months. Babata and the others should be back soon!" Luo Feng checked the date.
It was already mid-October. Yang Zheng and the others had left for space on July 18. According to Babata Two's calculations, they should return within the next few days.
"My Spiritual Force is at planetary level third tier. When will I finally catch up to Yang Zheng and take the senior disciple position from him?"
Luo Feng felt rather frustrated. He clearly refused to accept Yang Zheng's position as his senior fellow disciple.
He had been there first.
And he was a direct disciple, too. Yet that fellow Babata actually thought Yang Zheng was right, saying that seniority should be decided by strength so the pressure would provide motivation to train.
To hell with that!
Babata had achieved his goal, though. After Yang Zheng left Earth, Luo Feng had spent only a few days on his honeymoon before returning to his training. Yang Zheng really had put him under pressure.
Compared to a few months earlier, Luo Feng was now even leaner, yet he gave off a heart-stopping presence, as though one were facing something even more terrifying than a King-level monster.
"Hm? Councilor Deng?"
As soon as Luo Feng stepped out of the Gravity Room, he noticed a message on his Communication Watch.
United States, New York Frontline Base.
Before the Great Nirvana Period, this place could have been called the economic center of the entire planet, hailed as the capital of the world.
But because it lay right beside the Atlantic Ocean, it had been among the first places struck during the Great Nirvana Period and had become a paradise for monsters.
To keep sea monsters from invading inland, a War Base had been built here. More than five hundred meters long, it sprawled across the river like a savage monster.
Suddenly-
A piercing alarm blared throughout the War Base. In the fading glow of sunset, an enormous creature appeared in front of the vast base.
It was a lion-like monster over a hundred and eighty meters long. Black scales covered its body, each with edges as chilling as knife blades.
Wings that seemed forged from steel, a proud horn poised to pierce the heavens, and a pair of enormous dark-gold eyes that sent a chill through anyone who merely looked into them.
Cold! Savage!
Three white
laser beams struck the unknown monster's scales directly, yet its armor remained completely unscathed.
"Mrrr-"
The deep sound echoed across the boundless world like the murmur of a god, making every monster in the ruins of New York cower in terror. It was a pressure that bore down on their very souls.
Rumble!
The world darkened, and the surrounding space warped. The entire War Base actually rose into the air and flew toward the monster's mouth, shrinking drastically as it traveled, until it was swallowed in a single gulp.
The War Base had disappeared!
"Woo!"
The mysterious monster raised its head and roared, its horn thrust toward the heavens as it announced its arrival to the world.
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