National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Blood stained the entire desert red.

Ten thousand headless corpses of armored, bloodthirsty wolves were neatly piled up on the sand, arranged in the same running posture they had before they died.

At the smooth cut on the neck, dark red blood gathered into a stream, flowing down the slope of the sand dune.

The high temperature mixed with the strong acid of the blood, creating large swaths of reddish-brown toxic mist.

Guan Shan stood on the edge of the poisonous fog.

He raised his left hand, took the tattered gray cloth, and started from the rusty hilt, wrapping it around the back of the blade and the edge, finally tying a knot at the top.

The movements were slow and methodical.

He didn't look at the corpses on the ground, nor at the countdown flashing in the sky, nor did he look up at the giant crimson eye hanging deep in the clouds.

After doing all this, Guan Shan turned around, put the wrapped iron knife back on his back, and walked towards the ancient bronze city gate behind him, his feet clad in old-fashioned black cloth shoes.

The soles of the shoes made a sticky, slapping sound as they stepped on the blood-soaked sand.

This image was simultaneously projected onto the retinas of seven billion people worldwide through the national telescope system.

The entire planet Earth fell silent for that one minute.

Server data traffic on major social media platforms has plummeted to rock bottom.

After a brief period of deathly silence.

The global public bullet screen area in the upper right corner was instantly flooded with exclamation marks in different languages.

The screen was filled with bullet comments, which even caused the broadcast to freeze for a few seconds.

What is this?! Impossible!

One strike? One strike and they're all wiped out???

[How could he do something like this if he doesn't have any superpowers?!]

[It must be cheating! China definitely cheated!]

[I don't believe it! Replay! Replay the footage!]

That's a full ten thousand! Ten thousand F-rank armored wolves!

What kind of weapon is this knife? Why doesn't it have any special visual effects or elemental fluctuations?

He used to seem like all he could do was forge iron!

"Our men used all their strength to clear out a few dozen, and he chopped down ten thousand with a single stroke?"

Foreign internet users directly breached the defenses.

They were just mocking China for electing a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people, and they were just discussing how to divide up China's territory.

Reality delivered a resounding slap to everyone's face.

Bald Eagle Kingdom, Black Palace.

"Clang!"

The president crushed an expensive glass of wine in one hand, staring intently at the holographic projection screen.

"What level of superpower is this?" The president turned to look at the think tank members behind him. "SS-level? Or even Super S-level?"

The chief of staff was trembling, his hands rapidly swiping across the tablet to retrieve data.

"Your Excellency President... the system detected no abnormal energy fluctuations. The energy detector shows that there was zero energy response the moment he swung his knife."

"Bullshit!" The president kicked over the coffee table in front of him. "Zero energy can sever the necks of ten thousand mutated wolves from a distance? Is that a physical attack? Do you think he's the Terminator?!"

The think tank experts kept their heads down and remained silent.

They cannot explain what just happened using existing science and supernatural abilities.

Sakura Domestic Cabinet Meeting Room.

The politicians who had just opened champagne to celebrate stood frozen in place.

The progress bar on the big screen showed that their proud A-rank ability user, Yamamoto Takeshi, had killed forty-six armored wolves, and even a lower-ranking ninja had his arm bitten off by an armored wolf.

Meanwhile, in the data section of the Huaxia live broadcast room next door...

[Huaxia Defense Line: Current number of surviving monsters: 0/10000.]

Time taken: 1 seconds.

In Beijing, China, a hundred meters underground, lies the highest-level national defense command center.

The hall was completely silent.

Long Jiang maintained his forward-leaning posture, his hands resting on the alloy tabletop, his fingertips digging deeply into the metal seams.

Staff Officer Li's mouth dropped open; the satellite monitoring data report coming through his earpiece sounded unreal.

"Report..." A communications soldier swallowed hard, his voice cracking with excitement. "Life detectors show no signs of life within a five-kilometer radius of Huaxia City Gate! All clear!"

"good!"

Long suddenly straightened up, slammed his hand heavily on the table, and his eyes gleamed with wild joy.

"What a fine blacksmith! What an ordinary man!"

He turned to look at Staff Officer Li: "Is the only information on Guanshan really about the blacksmith?"

Staff Officer Li nodded excitedly: "We've checked. Their ancestors for three generations were all blacksmiths in the deep mountains of Sichuan! They've never joined any martial arts association, and there's no record of them having any special abilities!"

"Some people online say that this person named Guanshan is the village guardian, so there is no record of him."

Long Jiang took a deep breath and glanced at the weathered faces on the screen.

A blind old man, an old beggar, a sick scholar, and a child.

And then there's Chen Xiao, carrying a black coffin.

"The village guardian?"

"Could it be... that they are all our Chinese, the guardians of the village?"

"Send people to investigate, to check every village one by one. I need all the information on these people!"

.............

Online, Chinese netizens experienced an extreme emotional reversal, going from hell to heaven.

The humiliation and frustration that had been suppressed for half an hour erupted the moment Guan Shan sheathed his sword.

The number of comments in the exclusive live stream room for China skyrocketed at a rate of millions per second, directly overshadowing all the noise from the external network.

Who the hell said they were going to their deaths?! Come out here and take your beating!

[Guan Yu has appeared? Is this guy a blacksmith?]

[One cut! Just one cut! I didn't even blink, and ten thousand heads fell off!]

[Haha, where are those foreign devils who say China doesn't have superpowers? Come out and confront them!]

So what if we don't have superpowers? Can't we be strong enough to forge iron?!

Where are those bastards who were just yelling about dividing up our territory? Keep barking!

[...]

Foreign netizens are unwilling to accept this disparity.

They frantically sent bullet comments, looking for an excuse.

[It's definitely cheating! That knife is absolutely a high-level item given by the National Fortune System!]

[Only one chance to use this! This is a one-time attack bought with the nation's resources!]

[What are you so smug about! Without awakened superpowers, these physical attacks will quickly be rendered ineffective by high-level monsters!]

[Everyone, check out the Bald Eagle's livestream! This is a true display of strength!]

[...]

Unwilling to accept defeat, foreign viewers switched out of the Chinese split screen and clicked into the American live stream to find psychological balance.

However, the scene in the picture silenced them completely.

In front of the city gate of Bald Eagle Kingdom.

Thor Smith is waving his hands wildly.

The lightning ability was indeed powerful, but the hundred armored wolves were exceptionally cunning. They dispersed, using the corpses of their companions as cover, and quickly closed the distance.

Smith's forehead was covered in sweat, and he was breathing heavily. S-class superpowers are extremely taxing on physical and mental strength.

"Fuck! Die!" Smith roared, unleashing a thick bolt of lightning that barely shattered three armored wolves near the city wall.

The remaining dozen or so seized the opportunity to rush up the city wall, tearing at the individual soldier's exoskeleton armor and scattering sparks.

Special forces members are firing wildly with heavy machine guns.

Not just the United States.

Yamamoto Takeshi from the Sakura Kingdom was severely exhausted, and the frequency of his wind blade strikes decreased significantly. His right thigh was ripped open by the fangs of the armored wolf, and blood was flowing freely.

The Holy Light Shield of the Sunset Empire was corroded and cracked by the strong acid spewed by the monsters, and those hiding inside were filled with terror.

Compare the two.

On one side are top-tier powerhouses with S-class and A-class superpowers, working alongside fully armed special forces, struggling to hold their own against ten thousand of the lowest-ranking F-class monsters, facing constant danger.

On the other side.

The blacksmith from China, dressed in tattered training clothes, single-handedly faced ten thousand monsters of the same level.

Draw the sword, swing the sword, sheathe the sword.

The battle is over in a second.

At this moment, Guan Shan, whose clothes were still clean, was slowly walking towards the city wall.

The foreign trolls in the live chat fell silent.