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

Seeing that Song Chen didn't seem angry, Rosa finally spoke up: "Mr. Song Chen, I don't know how to say this. We were just talking about you."

"All of us, our entire squad, our generation, have been behind those walls since birth."

"Then you appeared, and in two days, on the Mediterranean and the eastern coast of the Atlantic, all twenty Beast Kings were dead."

"When we saw the match report this morning, the youngest member of the team, Carlos, the one with glasses, burst into tears on the spot."

The bespectacled male martial artist pushed up his glasses, his ears turning bright red, but he did not refute.

Rosa tucked her short hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear and softened her voice.

"That's why Alvaro reacted so strongly when you said you were just lucky."

"Because to him, and to everyone on this coastline, you are not an ordinary person; you are our hope. He felt he had done something wrong by offending that hope."

"However, you are indeed more handsome in person than in photos. I'm not exaggerating."

Song Chen glanced at her, but didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he pointed to the dishes that had just been served on the table: "The seafood rice is getting cold. Eat up."

The table remained silent for a few seconds; no one moved.

Rosa waved her hand: "Let's eat. After we eat, we'll continue cleaning the east bank. We haven't finished our work yet."

Only then did people start eating.

The ponytail-wearing female warrior secretly moved half a seat next to Song Chen and asked in a low voice, "Um, Mr. Song Chen, can I take a picture with you? I'll show it to my mom when I get back, but she definitely won't believe me."

Song Chen glanced at her: "Let's eat first."

"Alright!" The ponytail-wearing female warrior was a little disappointed.

The meal took forty minutes.

During the conversation, the female warrior with the ponytail asked no fewer than ten questions, ranging from Song Chen's swordsmanship to what he usually liked to eat. Song Chen answered a few of them selectively.

Rosa listened from the side, occasionally interjecting to steer the conversation back on track.

Alvaro sat upright the entire time, his cutlery neatly arranged, even more so than when he was training at military school.

After finishing their meal, Rosa led the group to get ready to depart.

The ponytail-wearing female warrior finally got her group photo. Song Chen stood in the middle, Rosa stood to his left, the ponytail-wearing female warrior stood to his right, and the others were squeezed around.

Alvaro, standing on the far side, tried to keep a straight face but still managed to smile, revealing eight teeth.

The ponytail-wearing female warrior set the photo as her communicator wallpaper and leaned contentedly against her backpack.

Rosa suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Song Chen, where are you going next?"

"North America."

Rosa nodded: "Across the Atlantic, are there many Beast Kings?"

"There's not much land, but the sea needs to be cleared for a while."

"What happens after you're done cleaning?"

"Pacific Ocean."

Rosa was momentarily dazed; the Pacific Ocean.

That was the lair of the alien beasts, the territory of the ocean royalty.

She didn't ask the stupid question, "Are you sure you can win?" The battle report of the complete annihilation of the fifteen Tier 6 creatures off the coast of the Canary Islands had already answered that question.

"You will win."

She only said this one sentence.

Song Chen did not answer, but he also did not deny it.

Rosa led the team away.

As Song Chen watched the group of young people carrying their equipment and heading into the wilderness, he felt as if he were seeing his former self.

The ponytail-wearing female warrior turned around and waved at him, but it took Rosa a long time to pull her away.

Then he turned to face west.

Under the midday sun, the surface of the Atlantic Ocean stretched out like a deep blue plain, seemingly endless.

The Eye of Truth pierced the surface of the sea, projecting the distribution of spiritual energy in the deep sea into consciousness. There were still sporadic sixth-order signals in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, but the densest area was further west, beyond which lay the Pacific Ocean.

He activated his Void Travel ability and vanished from the coastline of the Canary Islands in the next instant.

Over the Atlantic Ocean.

Song Chen weaves through the clouds.

The Void Shuttle was activated repeatedly, covering 100 kilometers each time, while simultaneously using the high-speed gliding technique to maintain an overall speed of over 3,000 kilometers per hour.

The sea receded rapidly beneath my feet, the deep blue ocean surface plowed out a long white trail by the wind pressure brought up by the swirling waves.

After flying for about twenty minutes, he slowed down and used his Eye of Truth to scan the sea below.

There are many psionic signals in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, but they are all low-level.

Tier 3 sea scorpions, Tier 4 sword-kiss sharks, and occasionally a few Tier 5 giant whales slowly swimming in the deep sea.

There isn't a single Tier 6 creature.

He expanded the search area, his mental energy covering a radius of hundreds of kilometers of sea, penetrating the sea surface, penetrating the continental shelf, and extending all the way to the deep sea basin.

The result was the same; not to mention the sixth-tier beast kings, even the density of fifth-tier beast kings was abnormally low.

According to intelligence, this sea area should be occupied by three Tier 6 Beast Kings, located west of the Azores, at the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, and at the edge of the North American continental shelf.

These three locations are now empty, with only traces of sixth-tier alien beast's spiritual energy remaining. The traces are very fresh, dating back no more than twenty-four hours.

They ran away.

The battle report of the complete annihilation of fifteen Tier 6 creatures off the coast of the Canary Islands has clearly reached the other side of the Atlantic.

The remaining Beast Kings did not choose to wait for him in place, but instead withdrew in advance.

Song Chen hovered above the sea, looking at the empty sea below, his brows furrowed slightly.

Killing monsters in the ocean is inherently less efficient than on land. Sea monsters can dive into the deep sea, escape with ocean currents, and scatter across tens of millions of square kilometers of ocean, making it difficult for them to find them one by one.

Now they've even learned to leave early, which only makes them less efficient.

He couldn't possibly waste days, or even months, playing hide-and-seek with them on the Atlantic.

We can wait until we reach the ocean; let's wipe out all the beast kings on land first.

The land beast kings can't escape. Their lairs are in the mountains, in the desert, and deep in the forest. Their locations are fixed, their targets are clear. After killing one, the next one is waiting hundreds of kilometers away.

It is much more efficient than chasing and escaping at sea.

He re-locked his spatial coordinates, activated his Void Shuttle, and headed straight towards the North American continent.

Free City, Eagle Nation: Strategic Command Center.

Horton stood in front of the main display screen; more than a day had passed since the end of the Battle of the Canary Islands.

Global military communication channels were flooded with inquiries from various countries.

Where will Representative Song go next?

What preparations does North America need to make?

Can the United States provide logistical support?

Horton didn't reply to any of them because he didn't know the answers himself.

Song Chen's communication channel remained silent, and Han Duo only replied with four words: "Resting."

The communications officer turned around: "Sir, urgent telegram from Great Xia."

Horton took the telegram, which was short and concisely worded as always: "Congressman Song will be moving toward North America today. Please make preparations to cooperate with the United States and other North American countries."

"Furthermore, the Great Xia Council recommends that each country send liaison officers to accompany the mission in order to coordinate the recovery efforts in real time."

"A liaison officer? Who's going?" Horton stood up.

There was a few seconds of silence in the command center, then a voice rang out from a corner: "Damn it."

Horton turned his head. The speaker was a female officer with the rank of colonel on her shoulder insignia.

Her name is Eileen Carter, a fifth-tier ability user with a mental strength of 42,000.

Horton knew her resume: practical command experience in three beast tide defense battles on the East Coast, and the only person in the Eagle Nation to obtain a senior command position in the Ministry of National Defense as a superhuman.

"Colonel Eileen, are you sure? You've seen Congressman Song's fighting pace; his advance might be faster than you're flying in a fighter jet."

"That's why we need liaison officers."

"He doesn't need our help in fighting the war, but he needs someone to tell the armies of various countries where to go."

"I'm fast, and my mental perception range is sufficient. If I can keep up, I will; if I can't, I'll wait for him ahead. It's better than everyone sitting in the command center watching satellite images."

Horton looked at her for a few seconds and nodded.

"Okay, I'll get you a Black Falcon. Keep communications open."