Chinese Superman

"A secret weapon?" the vice-captain asked in confusion.

Tom put down his porcelain cup, shook his head, and said, "It's a state secret; I don't know the specifics."

"What about the remaining one or two tenths? Did the little aliens escape?"

Tom glanced at the empty radar screen out of the corner of his eye and replied with a smile, "The remaining one or two percent is because he fled in panic and was then caught by us."

"No matter how powerful he is, he's still a carbon-based life form!"

"No carbon-based life form could withstand the firepower of the Star Kingdom, nor could they be a match for the 'Ocean Overlord'!"

Old Tom's tone exuded unparalleled confidence.

Yes, the Star Nation's naval fleet traverses the four oceans; who can rival them?

The vice-captain also smiled.

How could a mere carbon-based life form possibly be a match for an aircraft carrier fleet?

Aircraft carriers are the most powerful creations of mankind and the pinnacle of modern warfare. Not to mention human power, even the most terrifying tsunamis and giant waves cannot overturn this steel behemoth!

Just as old Tom, his first mate, and the crew were enjoying the usual tranquility, a piercing alarm sounded on the bridge.

"High-energy reaction detected!"

"High-energy reaction detected!!"

The radar, which had been completely empty, suddenly had a dot appear right above it!

"What?"

Old Tom and the others were both shocked and frightened, but they reacted very quickly and immediately checked the surveillance footage.

At first, it was just an inconspicuous point of light.

But as it approaches the clouds, the vast sea of ​​clouds suddenly spreads out, forming a huge void, revealing the true form of the light spot.

Too...sun?!

"What's going on—"

"What the hell?!"

Can anyone explain what's going on with the sun falling from the sky?!

"Intercept! Intercept immediately!"

Old Tom roared hysterically.

"Bang bang bang bang bang"

The Phalanx close-in weapon systems on the aircraft carrier deck quickly raised their muzzles, unleashing a barrage of bullets into the sky like a torrential downpour. Standard Missile-3 (SM-3) surface-to-air missiles roared out of the vertical launch system, trailing white smoke as they hurtled towards the falling point of light.

However, it was all too late.

When the artillery fire intercepted it, this "sun" was less than 300 meters from the sea surface.

"——"

The greatest sound is silence, and the nuclear fireball technique was detonated.

The first thing to appear, naturally, is light.

The nuclear fireball spell transformed into a pure white sphere of light, hundreds of meters in diameter, its dazzling brilliance engulfing everything around it.

Air!

seawater!

An aircraft carrier fleet on the high seas!

Immediately afterwards, the photosphere expanded rapidly, growing to a kilometer in diameter within a thousandth of a second, and its temperature instantly exceeded that of the sun's surface.

Then comes the shockwave.

From the epicenter, a visible white ring-shaped shockwave spread outwards at supersonic speed.

The shock wave first struck the sea surface, instantly vaporizing and pushing away millions of tons of seawater, forming a depression basin several kilometers in diameter.

Immediately afterwards, a giant wave, hundreds of meters high, surged outwards like a wall.

The destroyers closest to the epicenter didn't even have time to react before they vaporized and disappeared in the white light.

The cruisers further away were snapped in half by the shockwave, the steel behemoths torn apart like toys.

Ships further out were capsized by the subsequent tsunami and sank upside down into the boiling seawater.

The aircraft carrier, the USS Enterprise, which was the primary target, was not directly vaporized due to its greater distance, but it still suffered devastating damage.

The shockwave first tore apart all the carrier-based aircraft on the port side, and the deck twisted and shattered like tin foil trampled by a giant.

The island structure melted at high temperatures, and the radar array turned into molten iron.

Most fatally, the shockwave created a massive 80-meter-long breach on the left side of the aircraft carrier, allowing seawater to rush in.

"The port side is severely damaged! The rate of water intake is out of control!"

"Reactor automatically shuts down! Loss of power!"

"Abandon ship! Everyone abandon ship!"

The aircraft carrier began to list to the left at a despairing speed.

Fifteen degrees, thirty degrees, forty-five degrees...

In just three minutes, the 90,000-ton steel behemoth capsized on the sea, leaving only part of its hull above the water, like the back of a dying whale.

Fortunately, the other two carrier battle groups were far enough away that, although affected by the shockwave and tsunami, they were not directly destroyed.

At this moment, they have entered a state of full combat readiness.

"Target confirmed!"

"Direction 3-1-5, Altitude 10000!"

"All units, fire at will!"

Xia Xinghan hovered high in the sky, coldly watching the boiling sea below and the rising mushroom cloud.

The scenes of a ground explosion and a sea explosion are still different.

Strictly speaking, his nuclear fireball technique, due to its immense power far exceeding that of low-yield nuclear weapons, was a hybrid of low-altitude and sea-based explosions.

The explosion cloud mixed with a large amount of seawater that was thrown up and rose into the air. Most of the seawater would immediately splash down, while the rest would form a radioactive rain cloud in the area.

"We wiped out an aircraft carrier fleet with the first strike, but there wasn't enough time to unleash a second nuclear fireball."

Xia Xinghan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Modern radar arrays are far superior to the spiritual senses of ordinary experts at the Innate Realm.

A single fireball spell revealed his location.

But... so what if it's exposed?

so what?

There wasn't enough time to cast the Nuclear Explosion Fireball spell.

So what?

Does he need it? No!

"I'm Superman."

"Let me experience the pinnacle of modern warfare firepower!"

Xia Xinghan's narrowed eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing within them.

"Fire!"

At a single command, the skies over the Pacific Ocean were engulfed in flames.

First came a salvo from two Ticonderoga-class cruisers—sixteen Tomahawk cruise missiles roared into the sky, adjusting their attitude in mid-air as they hurtled towards Xia Xinghan from all directions.

Almost simultaneously, the vertical launch systems of all six Arleigh Burke-class destroyers were fully operational.

Standard Missile-2 (SM-2) anti-aircraft missiles, ESSM Sea Sparrow missiles, and even anti-submarine rocket-assisted torpedoes were used as anti-aircraft weapons, weaving a three-dimensional firepower network that was almost impossible to escape.

But this is only the beginning.

F-35C fighter jets were scrambled from both aircraft carriers.

They didn't even have time to retract their landing gear before launching AIM-120D medium-range air-to-air missiles at low altitude.

Further away, an E-2D early warning aircraft directed the entire air combat network in an attempt to lock onto the target that appeared and disappeared on the radar.

Xia Xinghan moved.

Faced with a barrage of missiles, he did not dodge, but instead swooped down to meet the missile swarm.

Just before he was about to collide with the first Tomahawk missile, his body twisted at an incredible angle, and his left hand slashed out like a knife.

"break!"

Spiritual particles formed sharp air blades, slicing the missile in two mid-air.

Before the flames from the explosion had even spread, Xia Xinghan had already passed through the smoke and appeared in front of the second missile.

This time, he threw a punch directly, and the missile was detonated before it hit the target.

The third missile arrived in quick succession. Xia Xinghan's cheeks were already puffed out. He turned his head and blew, and a cold wind swept out, freezing the missile into a long block of ice with a "crack".

The missile covered the glistening ice, its tail of flame freezing and extinguishing, before crashing headfirst into the sea.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.