I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei raised his hands, palms down, fingers slightly spread, and air began to condense below his palms, quickly forming two basketball-sized orbs of light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he released two orbs of light, their speed as fast as a white lightning bolt, tearing through the air and leaving a scorching trail.

The ball of light struck the bridge of the first destroyer with precision, but instead of exploding, it penetrated directly through it—it passed through the steel plate of the bridge without any obstruction, entered from the top, and left a circular hole with a reddish edge on the hull.

Immediately afterwards, the ball of light exploded inside the ship, and flames shot into the sky.

The sailors on deck had no time to react.

Someone had barely poked half their body out of the cabin when the sudden shockwave violently blew them away, sending them crashing heavily against the cold ship's side like a kite with a broken string. The cracking sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a piercing scream, and their body twisted and limp on the ground at an eerie angle.

Someone was standing next to the ship's gun checking the equipment when, before he could even turn around and look back, the scorching heat wave from the explosion swept over him like a tsunami, instantly engulfing him in a sea of ​​fire.

The officers on the bridge were watching the radar screen, where the dots of fishing boats and yachts were still clearly visible, and everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Suddenly, the bridge ceiling disappeared, and sunlight streamed in, dazzlingly bright.

Someone looked up and saw a white ball of light appear above their head, like a small sun, before losing all consciousness.

Luo Fei's hands did not stop. As the first orb of light struck the first destroyer, the second, third, and fourth orbs of light were successively released from his grasp.

He didn't need to aim or calculate the trajectory; those light orbs seemed to have eyes, hitting exactly where he pointed.

The second orb of light struck the first destroyer's ammunition magazine, triggering an even more violent explosion—missiles, shells, and torpedoes inside the magazine were detonated simultaneously, flames shot into the sky, and black smoke plumes rose hundreds of meters into the air. The ship broke in two, and the bow and stern slowly sank, like a dying whale making its last struggle.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, creating rings of waves on the sea surface and causing the surrounding ships to rock violently.

The lookout on the second destroyer stood on the mast's observation deck, holding binoculars, carefully observing the sea towards China.

Suddenly, a small but exceptionally bright white dot appeared in his telescope's field of view, like a star that had fallen from the sky.

Before he could sound the alarm, the ball of light struck the middle of the ship, penetrating the hull, engine room, and keel, before exploding inside the hull.

The lookout was thrown from the mast by the shockwave and crashed heavily onto the deck, fracturing his leg but miraculously surviving.

He lay on his back on the deck and watched as more orbs of light fell from the sky, like a meteor shower, like fireworks, or like divine punishment from mythology.

The frigate attempted to evade it.

The captain shouted orders from the bridge, and the helmsman turned the steering wheel sharply, causing the ship to veer to the left in an attempt to break away from the fleet and speed away.

However, Luo Fei's light sphere was much faster than it.

A ball of light struck the propeller at the stern, blasting the entire propulsion system into a pile of scrap metal.

The ship's speed suddenly decreased, and the hull began to spin, like a leaf blown by the wind floating and rotating on the water.

The second orb of light struck the bridge, wiping it out along with everyone inside.

The third orb of light struck the ship's bow cannon, blowing the entire turret off its side. The turret spun into the air before crashing into the sea, creating a high white spray.

The supply ship is located at the rear of the fleet. It is the largest, the slowest, and the most obvious target.

It was not equipped with anti-ship missiles or naval guns, but only a few machine guns for self-defense.

The officers and soldiers on the ship stood on the deck, looking up, watching helplessly as three warships in front of them were destroyed one after another in just a few seconds. Fire, thick smoke, and debris covered the sea surface, with burning oil and twisted steel plates everywhere.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed to the sky. Some jumped into the sea and swam desperately into the distance. Others stood motionless, as if their souls had been ripped away.

Luo Fei did not let it go just because it was a supply ship.

His hands continued to press down, and orbs of light fell one after another, piercing the deck and penetrating the cabin.

The supply ship's cargo hold was full of ammunition and fuel. After being detonated by the orb of light, the entire ship exploded like a giant bomb, with flames shooting into the sky and black smoke rising thousands of meters into the air. The shockwave from the explosion created huge waves several meters high on the sea surface, spreading in all directions and pushing the already burning fragments of the ship to drift further away.

From the moment the first orb left my hand to the sinking of the last ship, the entire process took less than two minutes.

The sea has returned to calm.

No, it wasn't calm, but a deathly silence—no roar of engines, no ship horns, no human voices, only the crackling of burning flames, the creaking of twisting steel plates, and the faint hissing of oil spreading on the water's surface.

Four ships, hundreds of personnel, and dozens of missiles all sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving only some debris and oil slicks slowly spreading on the surface.

Luo Fei hovered in the air, looking down at the ravaged sea, his expression unchanged.

His gaze swept across the sea, then he turned and flew toward the southern islands of Japan.

A few minutes later, the sea beneath my feet turned into land, and hills, towns, and the winding coastline rapidly magnified in my field of vision.

The first coordinate is located on the edge of a small town.

Luo Fei swooped down from the clouds without slowing down, decelerating and hovering at a height of several hundred meters.

Below is a school with gray and white teaching buildings, and students running on the playground.

Next to the school was an open space with several dark green military trucks parked there. Soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood around the trucks, and next to the trucks were several rectangular launch boxes. The boxes were dark green and covered with camouflage netting, but the netting wasn't completely closed, leaving a section exposed—those were the missile launch tubes, the American Axe missiles.

The missile has been erected.

The launch pad unfolds, cables connect it to the control vehicle, whose doors are open, revealing several operators inside. They wear headsets, their eyes glued to the screens, fingers resting on the launch button.

They have received orders to prepare for launch.

When news of the fleet attack reached headquarters, high-ranking officials at the Ministry of Defense were holding an emergency meeting, fiercely debating whether to retaliate immediately and whether to press the button that could trigger a war.

However, Luo Fei did not give them any time to hesitate or make a decision.

He extended his right index finger and aimed it at the row of missile launchers.