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

Luo Fei hovered 500 meters above the sea surface, waiting for the Japanese fleet's response.

The wind howled across the sea, making his clothes flutter, and the three gold stars on his epaulets glittered in the sunlight.

He waited for about ten seconds, but the four destroyers neither turned nor slowed down. Their bows continued to churn the waves as they sailed straight toward Dongdu Island.

He had already made up his mind, but he still asked one more question, not about the fleet, but about Xiao Wan.

"Xiao Wan, can the live-streaming ball block the radiation and shockwave of a mushroom bomb? Will the picture quality be affected? Will viewers' eyes be injured by the bright light?"

Xiao Wan's voice came quickly, firm in tone: "Captain, I have controlled the live broadcast ball to a safe distance and adjusted the focus, so the image quality will not be affected."

"Even if a mushroom bomb explodes, the image will be processed in real time and automatically filtered to remove harmful spectra, so viewers in front of the screen will not be hurt by the bright light."

"As for radiation, the outer shell of the live broadcast sphere can completely block it and will not affect signal transmission."

Luo Fei hummed in agreement, then turned his gaze back to the four warships.

The atmosphere was heavy on the bridge of the flagship of the Japanese fleet.

The commander stood by the front window, gazing up at the figure in mid-air.

At a distance of only a few hundred meters, he could see the color of the man's military uniform without needing binoculars.

His hands gripped the edge of the control panel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

The adjutant stood behind him, his voice trembling: "Sir, that Chinese man has issued a warning. Should we turn back—"

"Turn around?"

The commander turned his head and glanced at his adjutant. There was neither anger nor fear in his eyes.

"Where to turn? Go back? And then what? Wait for a military court trial? Or commit seppuku?"

The adjutant opened his mouth, then closed it again.

No one spoke in the bridge anymore, only the buzzing of the radar and the sound of waves crashing against the ship's hull outside the window.

The commander turned back and looked up at the figure in the sky again.

He recalled what his superior had told him before he set off: "This mission is a one-way trip."

That wasn't a threat, it was a statement.

He knew about the existence of those mushroom bombs, and he also knew that the Americans would press the detonation button at some point.

But he didn't know exactly when. Perhaps it was after they entered the waters of Dongdu Island, perhaps after they clashed with the Chinese, or perhaps after that person pointed their finger at them.

He knew only one thing—whenever that button was pressed, he wouldn't survive. Nor would the hundreds of people on the ship.

Rather than letting others decide your life and death, you should take control of it yourself.

He raised his hand from the command platform, reached into his pocket, and felt a square object—a detonator.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the button all the way down with his entire palm.

Four mushroom bombs were detonated simultaneously on the four warships.

From a distance, four points of light appeared to emerge from the middle of the four warships, as if someone had simultaneously lit four small suns on those ships.

The light spot expanded rapidly, changing from white to blue, and then back to white, its color constantly shifting and becoming brighter and brighter until it was impossible for the human eye to discern its exact color.

Immediately afterwards, the shockwave arrived.

It does not spread outward from the center, but rather bursts forth from each atomic nucleus, carrying temperatures of tens of millions of degrees, pressures of millions of Pascals, and energy sufficient to destroy everything, rushing in all directions.

The sea surface was pressed into a huge depression, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down from the sky, forcibly pushing a piece of seawater down.

The edge of the depression was flanked by giant waves tens of meters high, surging wildly in all directions.

The intense light pierced through the sea, the sky, and the clouds, making the area as bright as the surface of a star for those few seconds.

In the living room of Liuxi Village, Li Xiulan stood up from the sofa.

Her legs were trembling, her whole body was shaking, but she didn't close her eyes.

She stared intently at the screen, at the light that burst forth from the sea, and at the small, almost swallowed figure in the center of the light.

Her lips were moving, as if she were saying something, but no one could hear her.

Luo Weidong also stood up, his hand tightly around Li Xiulan's shoulder, as if worried that she would fall, or as if supporting himself.

The village chief stood in front of the television, the cigarette in his hand falling to the ground. He seemed frozen in place, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape, and the muscles in his jaw trembling.

The live chat went completely blank for those few seconds.

The intense light continued.

It's not a fleeting moment, but a continuous process—the light from a nuclear explosion lasts much longer than most people imagine because it's not a single explosion, but a chain reaction where one atomic nucleus shatters another, releasing energy to shatter even more nuclei.

On the live broadcast screens across the entire planet, viewers could only see Luo Fei's back, and a sudden burst of bright light from the direction of the warships in the distance.

Some people instinctively closed their eyes, some covered the screen with their hands, and some threw their phones on the sofa.

Then they opened their eyes and found that the light was not as dazzling as they had imagined.

The image has been processed, with the strong light filtered out, leaving a bright white that is both pleasing to the eye and breathtaking.

The people of the Dragon Kingdom felt a chill run down their spines.

Someone shouted from in front of the screen: "Luo Fei—!"

Some people silently told themselves, "It's okay, it's okay."

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their flesh, while others closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

People from other countries have different mindsets.

In the conference room of the United States, someone's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Inside the Japanese Ministry of Defense building, someone let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

In a small town in India, someone muttered to themselves, "Now the Dragon Kingdom should behave itself."

But some people felt nervous, scared, and hesitant—what if even a nuclear bomb couldn't kill him?

Then, they saw a scene they would never forget.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the young man in the dark green military uniform neither dodged, nor fled, nor even took a step back. He opened his arms as if to embrace the spreading, white, all-destroying light.

He clenched his fists, then looked up and roared at the sky illuminated by the nuclear explosion.

That roar was broadcast throughout the entire planet Earth via the live sphere.

The energy within him began to erupt without reservation.

A white light surged from his body. It wasn't the blinding white of a nuclear explosion, but a different kind of white, like the first snow of winter.

The light rapidly spread outwards, violently colliding with the shockwave of the nuclear explosion.

The two forces met at sea, like two giant fists colliding.

The mushroom cloud was instantly deformed by the impact, transforming from a "beautiful" mushroom of death into a twisted cloud that was suppressed by some kind of force.

The waves were stirred up, and the water walls, tens of meters high, spread outwards. When these water walls came into contact with the white light on Luo Fei's body, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall, instantly turning into water mist. The water mist was then evaporated by the high temperature, turning into even more steam.

The heat and radiation generated by the nuclear explosion were absorbed by Luo Fei's Chaos Body the moment they came into contact with his body.

The energy that was enough to destroy a city was transformed by his body into a continuous stream of qi within him. His qi became increasingly abundant, thicker, and more unstoppable.

The white light surrounding Luo Fei grew brighter and wider, while the light from the explosion grew dimmer.

The shockwave from the explosion gradually dissipated, the radiation was absorbed, the mushroom cloud collapsed, and only Luo Fei remained on the sea, suspended in mid-air, his body radiating white light, like a star that had fallen to earth.

He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

White mist billowed from his mouth and nose, slowly dissipating into the air.

He lowered his head and looked at the sea at his feet.

The sea had returned to its deathly stillness.

Luo Fei lowered his altitude and flew quickly around the sea surface along the blast radius.

He absorbed most of the radiation released by the nuclear bomb, minimizing the damage to the ocean.

Countless tons of seawater have evaporated, but compared to the entire ocean, it is but a drop in the ocean.

There were no floating warship fragments, no soldiers' remains, no oil slicks, nothing at all on the sea surface.

The four destroyers, along with the hundreds of soldiers on board, the four mushroom-shaped missiles, and everything else, vanished as if they had never existed.

Finally, Luo Fei went high into the air and said something to the live broadcast ball.

The voice was not loud, but it was unusually calm, enough to put the hearts of all the people of the Dragon Kingdom at ease.

"Live stream has ended."

The live broadcast of the ball flickered briefly before being cut off completely.

Live broadcast signals from all platforms and television stations on Earth were simultaneously restored to normal.

Some people switched back to the original program, some switched back to GG, and some switched back to the news live broadcast room.

The hosts stared, mouths agape, at the impromptu scripts printed on the teleprompter, momentarily at a loss for words.

It wasn't until the director yelled "Speak!" in their headsets that they snapped out of their daze and used various languages ​​and phrasings to convey the same message to their respective viewers—the live broadcast was over, and the person from China had survived the mushroom bomb explosion.

Luo Fei watched the live broadcast ball, and with a thought, he put it into his ring.

Then he looked up and gazed northeast.

That direction leads to Japan.

He took a deep breath, then accelerated and flew off in that direction.

It moved as fast as a shooting star, leaving a white trail in the sky before disappearing without a trace in seconds, as if it had never existed.