High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The Ocean Beast King's hunt has gathered a large number of exotic beasts and brought a large amount of kill points.

The sea breeze blows from the depths of the Atlantic, carrying the smell of blood from the sea surface eastward.

The corpses of those strange beasts drifted slowly with the ocean currents, some of them already beginning to sink and be swallowed by the seawater.

The distant sound of celebratory bells could still be heard from the direction of the European continent.

The people in the Levant, Naples, Gibraltar, and Baghdad were still unaware of what had happened in the Canary Islands.

They only know that the Mediterranean is clean, and soon they will know that the Atlantic Ocean will also be clean.

Song Chen sheathed the Tianjun Blade and looked out at the distant ocean.

All the beast kings in Europe have been cleared out.

With four from the Mediterranean, one from the eastern Atlantic coast, and fifteen more ambushed, there are no longer any Tier 6 alien beasts in Europe and its coastal waters.

For the first time in decades, the European continent was completely free from the threat of the Beast King.

Tomorrow, when the residents of those base cities open their windows, they will see a sea without the spines of sea monsters.

He stood on the sea for a while, letting the sea breeze dry the blood on his armor.

Then he looked up and looked west, towards the deeper part of the Atlantic Ocean, towards the Americas.

Further west lies the Pacific Ocean.

There are still more than two hundred Tier 6 Beast Kings left in the ocean, most of them concentrated in the Pacific Ocean.

The Atlantic Ocean is just the front hall; the Pacific Ocean is the main stage.

He thought of the Giant Whale King and the Sea Dragon King. These two names had appeared repeatedly in intelligence briefings since he broke through to the sixth rank, but he had never encountered them head-on.

Judging from the battle of the Canary Islands, they have begun to mobilize their forces in an organized manner and are no longer fighting independently.

The road ahead will not be any easier than the European leg.

Then he thought of the psionic vortex deep in the Pacific Ocean, the crash site of the meteorite from the Cangxing civilization, a place that Li Qingcang said could only be entered by those at the seventh level.

There are remnants of the Cangxing civilization there, or perhaps some kind of answer.

He has now reached the sixth rank, possessing the Star Core Thunder Prison, Void Travel, and Eternal Body.

But he didn't know how far he was from the seventh level.

These thoughts raced through Song Chen's mind, but he made no decision.

Han Duo's communication request lit up, and he answered it.

"Associate Song, we have received more than eighty letters of confirmation from various countries."

"The United States Department of Defense requests that you inform us of your flight route in advance when you travel to North America. The United States states that you do not need to report when you enter any defense zone. The European Union has approved your honorary citizenship."

"The Union of South American Nations and the West African Federation have sent formal invitations to visit."

"Okay, that's fine then. I'll clean them all up."

……

Song Chen was not in a hurry to get going.

He sheathed his sword and walked across the waves to a small island at the easternmost point of the archipelago.

The island's beaches are made of black volcanic sand, which feels fine and warm to the touch.

He found a flat rock to sit on, leaned against a palm tree bent by the sea breeze, and closed his eyes.

Despite the fierce battle, I'm still in good physical condition; thanks to my eternal body, I'm not tired at all.

However, the mental energy consumption was greater than expected. The Star Core Thunder Prison, Void Shuttle, and Heavenly Thunder Seven Slashes were all operating simultaneously, and each of them was a major drain on mental energy.

Nearly half of his mental energy was burned up in the battle of Canary Island. Thunder Dragon had to be controlled by his own mind, Void Shuttle had to precisely lock onto spatial coordinates, and the Eye of Truth had to predict the attack trajectories of the fifteen Beast Kings throughout the entire process.

The intense multitasking lasted for nearly twenty minutes, and a subtle tension crept into my mind.

Fortunately, there were 3.82 million kills on the system panel.

He thought for a moment, then poured all his kill points into his mental energy, exchanging 5,000 for 1 point, turning 3.82 million kill points into 76,000 mental energy.

Mental strength began to increase rapidly.

Ninety thousand, one hundred thousand...

The moment my mental strength broke through 100,000, the tension deep in my consciousness relaxed as if it had been washed by warm water.

His range of perception expanded again, and he could clearly feel every rise and fall of the Atlantic waves hundreds of kilometers away.

He became a sixth-tier superhuman.

The improvement continued: 110,000, 130,000, 150,000... and finally, the mental strength reached 160,000, almost doubling.

Song Chen closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks.

The sea breeze carried the distinctive volcanic scent of the Canary Islands, seabirds called in the distance, and further away, the faint sounds of human activity could be heard—it was likely a fleet of recovery ships dispatched by a nearby base city to salvage the carcasses of the alien beasts.

He closed his eyes, his mind blank, the sound of the waves rising and falling in his ears, and his breathing gradually synchronized with the tide.

The depleted mental energy is rapidly recovering.

The next day at noon, when he opened his eyes, his mental strength had been fully restored.

With the perception range of 160,000 points of spiritual power expanded, the distribution of spiritual energy throughout the Canary Islands and surrounding waters became clearly visible.

Most of the alien beast carcasses on the sea surface have been towed away by recovery fleets from various countries, with only some low-level ones remaining to be processed.

He stood up and stretched his shoulders.

The blood on the Beiming Armor had been dried by the sea breeze. He simply rinsed it with seawater, and the surface of the armor regained its cold gleam.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave. Europe was cleared out, and there were still a few land beast kings on the North American continent on the west coast of the Atlantic, but they weren't his immediate targets.

It won't take long to traverse the Atlantic Ocean through the void.

He walked along the coastline, looking for a place to eat something. He had military-grade compressed biscuits in his system storage space, but he wanted something hot.

Las Palma, the main island of the Canary Islands.

The city survived the war relatively intact. The monsters on the island are mainly branches of the Sea Scorpion Clan, and most of the Beast King-level monsters were cleared out by the surrounding garrison before yesterday.

With the death of the Beast King, the remaining low-level beasts lost their ruler and either retreated to the deep sea or roamed aimlessly along the coastline.

Local city defense forces and martial arts squads are organizing a cleanup.

When Song Chen entered the city, he slightly concealed his aura. The Northern Darkness Armor was too conspicuous, so he put a dark coat he took out of his storage space over the armor.

He put the Heavenly Blade into his system space, leaving only an ordinary alloy longsword hanging at his waist as a disguise.

He did not deliberately disguise himself. His face has appeared in the news many times, but the official photos of Representative Song are all from the past, when he was still at Tianhai University and his face was much younger than it is now.

Now, having broken through to the sixth tier and undergone the physical reconstruction of the Eternal Body, he is much more lean and capable than he was a year ago.

It's not easy to match up with someone you don't know well.

The atmosphere in the city is completely different from what it used to be.

The cafes on the street were open, there was a queue in front of the bakery, and a few children were kicking a worn-out ball in the square.

The city defense patrol cars passed by every few streets, their onboard loudspeakers repeatedly broadcasting announcements from the city defense command:

"All Tier 6 Beast Kings in the Mediterranean and the eastern Atlantic have been completely wiped out. All warrior teams, please note that the current mission is to clean up the remaining low-tier beast kings. Please be careful and report any abnormal psionic energy fluctuations immediately."

Song Chen found a small restaurant that was still open near the square.

The handwritten sign hanging at the restaurant entrance was blown crooked by the sea breeze, and it read "Paella served today" in Spanish.

He went inside and ordered a seafood rice dish and a glass of local vermouth.

When the food was served, he took two bites and then stopped eating.

He suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had sat down at a normal dining table and eaten a normal meal.

Since Tianhai University, he has almost always eaten during the breaks in battle, either munching on compressed biscuits on the spaceship or chewing energy bars while fighting on the battlefield.

The last time I sat down for a proper meal in a restaurant was probably back in Tianhai.