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

The number of comments in the Huaxia exclusive live stream room broke historical records. On the backend data panel, the red line representing traffic surged to the top.

Hundreds of millions of Chinese people, armed with newly captured screen recordings, stormed into the exclusive live stream rooms of other countries.

First stop, the live broadcast room in the United States.

In the video, Thor Smith, who is being lauded across the internet, is bent over and panting heavily.

The high-intensity output of his supernatural abilities had exhausted his physical strength.

All around were hundreds of armored wolf corpses emitting a burnt smell. The alloy armor along the edge of the city wall was corroded with large holes by the acid spewed by the monsters, and was emitting pungent white smoke.

Special forces members were quickly changing gun barrels nearby, and the ground was littered with bright yellow bullet casings.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments from Chinese netizens, the entire screen covered by Chinese characters.

Those who previously accused us of trying to stop a chariot, do they still have any shame?

[It took lightning powers half a day to clear out a hundred heads, while we sliced ​​off ten thousand with a single strike. Who's the trash then?]

[Could the Americans also give us a taste of our power? Oh, sorry, all you do is emit electric shocks and gasp for breath.]

[Ten thousand F-rank monsters, one second. Your clearing efficiency is too low; I suggest you rework the system.]

[Smith, stand up straight! Stop panting. You are the hope of the Bald Eagle Kingdom.]

【..........】

Netizens in the United States were completely overwhelmed by the screen full of Chinese characters.

They couldn't accept that the trash who was mocking them just a second ago had achieved a feat surpassing S-class superpowers the next.

[Cheating! China definitely exploited a system loophole! This is unfair competition!]

[Pure physical attacks cannot kill enemies from a distance! We protest! We demand that the National Fortune system re-examine the qualifications of Chinese players!]

That idiot's knife must be a divine weapon; without it, he's just trash!

[You were just lucky to draw those legendary weapons! Without awakened abilities, the human body simply cannot sustain the battle!]

[...]

Chinese netizens followed up with a cold laugh, their keyboards clattering loudly.

Cheating? Go report it to the National Fortune System! See if the system will even listen to you.

That knife is covered in rust; could you even lift it?

What happened to the promise of dividing China? Let's divide your faces first.

[Calling it cheating when you can't win is so typical of the bald eagles; it's an old, traditional tactic.]

Forget about them, brothers, let's move on to the next match!

[...]

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The second stop is the live stream from Japan, the land of cherry blossoms.

Yamamoto Takeshi, known as the Sword Saint, has just defeated the last armored wolf.

His right thigh was ripped open by wolf teeth, leaving a bloody gash over ten centimeters long, with the muscles turned outwards.

The medic is using a hemostatic spray to apply an emergency bandage.

His wind-attribute swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was completely inadequate in the face of Guan Shan's strike.

Chinese netizens arrived at the battlefield on time.

[Is killing someone instantly with one strike considered idiotic? Is giving it your all considered normal?]

[Is this the Sword Saint of the Great Japanese Empire? Is this some kind of wind-blade scraping technique? He cuts in half with one stroke, and then has to do it dozens of times. Doesn't he get tired?]

[Our blacksmith finished work in a second, while your Yamamoto-kun is still performing his shamanistic ritual.]

The coffin is for you; we measured it beforehand, and it'll fit you perfectly.

[I suggest Yamamoto commit seppuku as atonement; the wound should be on his thigh, just a little upwards.]

[...]

Japanese viewers were so angry that they frantically typed on their keyboards to vent their frustration.

[Baka! Yamamoto-kun is demonstrating elegant swordsmanship! You brutes only know how to use brute force!]

The Chinese don't understand the spirit of the warrior! This is art!

[Yamamoto was injured while protecting civilians! What do you know!]

[...]

Chinese netizens simply ignored the criticism and continued their indiscriminate barrage of attacks.

Whether it's elegant or not, a good knife is one that can cut everything cleanly.

[The Sword Saint was bitten on the thigh by an F-rank monster; it's recommended he retire and sell sweet potatoes.]

Is the samurai spirit about getting bitten by a dog? I've learned my lesson.

[After being beaten like this, shouldn't a Bushido member commit seppuku? I don't know, I'm just asking! ~]

I will be the second.

[Haha, that was awesome! Let's move on to the next stop!]

[...]

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The third stop was a live broadcast from South Korea.

In the video, Park Ji-sung is removing his holy light shield and sitting on the ground, exhausted, with his blond hair plastered to his sweaty forehead.

The shield's energy was almost completely depleted during the previous bite.

A massive barrage of comments has arrived.

The shield is pretty sturdy; the turtle-like behavior is top-notch.

Where's that oppa who was just shouting that he's the best in South Korea? Come out and show yourself.

[Look how pale her face is, is she wearing too much foundation?]

With this level of defense, your city walls would crumble if a thousand monsters came.

【….】

The entire global public channel was in chaos.

Putting aside other things.

When it comes to this track, the Chinese are incredibly strong.

Not to mention, this national fortune system thoughtfully translates the languages ​​of various countries into languages ​​that the user can understand.

A keyboard pianist has applied to compete!

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

Bald Eagle Kingdom, Black Palace.

The president's face turned ashen, and he swept all the documents off the table.

"Mute! Ban all Chinese IP addresses! I don't want to see these damn Chinese characters!"

The chief of staff wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and reported in a low voice.

"Your Excellency, the access to the live broadcast room of the National Fortune System is held by higher dimensions, and we have no right to interfere."

The president gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the edge of the sand table.

"Keep the Pacific Fleet on standby! Ten thousand monsters are nothing compared to what's to come! Ordinary people don't have superpowers; their physical limits are their Achilles' heel! Let's see how long they can keep up their arrogance!"

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

Hearty laughter echoed through the hall. The officers, who had been suppressing their emotions for too long, clapped enthusiastically, some even wiping away tears from the corners of their eyes.

Minister Chen of the Propaganda Department suddenly stood up.

He picked up the teacup on the table, drank the cooled tea in one gulp, and slammed the cup down heavily on the table.

"That felt great! That was fucking satisfying!" Minister Chen pointed at the scrolling data and comments on the big screen, his face flushed. "Look at these foreigners' faces! They're getting beaten up and still yelling! I've been holding it in for half an hour, my lungs are about to explode!"

Long crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with admiration. He stared intently at the close-up of Guan Shan on the screen.

Minister Chen turned to the communications desk and gave the order directly.

"Cybersecurity Department! Open up all the bandwidth of overseas nodes! Set up a green channel for domestic netizens! No comment control, no traffic restrictions. Today, wherever Chinese netizens go to check up information, we will provide the computing power support there! All national-level servers will be their backing!"

"Yes!" the technician responded loudly, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Rows of green indicator lights lit up on the main control panel.

Staff Officer Li, holding the newly printed data report, strode over to General Long. His hands were still trembling slightly.

"Commander, the data analysis of Guan Shan's slash is complete. There were no fluctuations in any supernatural elements, and no interference from any energy field. It was purely physical force and the speed of his sword strike that exceeded the limits of aerodynamics, creating a massive vacuum cut."

Staff Officer Li swallowed hard.

"This destructive power surpasses that of S-class superpowers from other countries. He's a complete monster."

Long Jiang stared at Guan Shan's back on the screen, his voice steady and powerful.

"These are the village guardians of our Chinese nation."

"But so far we only know that he is the only one. We don't know the situation of the other people or the coffin."

"If there's only one person, even if they can hold out for ten or a hundred waves, monsters will still appear if the others can't help them."

"We still need to prepare for the worst!"

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Within the forbidden area, the endless yellow sand returned to calm.

The toxic fog gradually dissipated under the sunlight.

The sand on the ground was stained dark purple.

Guan Shan put the iron knife, wrapped in rags, back on his back.

He walked step by step back to the foot of the city wall, step by step, through the sand stained with black blood, and stopped in his original spot.

The hem of the training clothes fluttered in the wind, without a single stain.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on his knees.

The old beggar squeezed a third flea out from the gap in his tattered cotton-padded jacket and crushed it on his fingernail with a "smack".

The blind old man continued to pluck the broken string of his erhu, playing a hoarse, distorted tune. The sound of the bowstring scraping against the strings echoed in front of the empty city gate.

The five-year-old patted the sandcastle he had just built and giggled.

The sickly scholar covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed up two drops of blood. He folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket.

Chen Xiao stood at the very back. He held onto the edge of the black wooden coffin with both hands, his body standing straight, his gaze fixed on the huge bronze city gate in front of him, without moving an inch.

Eight people plus a coffin. They ignored the ten thousand ferocious beast corpses piled up outside the door. They didn't cheer, they didn't celebrate, and not one of them even glanced back at Guan Shan.

This understated, profound calm was conveyed to everyone around the world through the screen.

Blue Star fell silent once again.

If Guan Shan's strike was a visually devastating blow, then the current state of these eight people is a devastating attack on the psychological defenses of all humanity.

They killed ten thousand alien monsters without even lifting an eyelid. What exactly is the genetic makeup of these Chinese people?

Just as netizens around the world were filled with surprise and doubt, the giant light screen in the sky suddenly flickered.

The crimson eyeballs closed, and the sky turned a solemn dark gold. The clouds receded in all directions.

The powerful mechanical sound of the system pierced through the clouds and resounded simultaneously in the minds of seven billion people around the world.

[Warning: The first round of the siege has ended.]

[Currently surviving countries: 197.]

[The city gates remain unbroken; rating and calculation complete.]

Golden words appeared in the sky.

[Huaxia Defense Line: One second completed, zero casualties, overkill. Rating: SSS-level.]

[Bald Eagle Defense Line: 32 minutes, zero casualties. Rating: S-level.]

[Cherry Blossom Defense Line: Time taken: 35 minutes; one person slightly injured. Rating: A.]

[Sunset Empire Defense Line: 41 minutes elapsed, four slightly injured. Rating: B.]

【…】

The long list scrolled rapidly.

After the announcement, rows of enormous golden treasure chests materialized out of thin air in front of the city gates of various countries. Mysterious runes flowed across the surface of the chests, radiating an alluring light.

The system voice continued to sound, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The first round of completion rewards will be distributed soon.

[Athletes from all countries, please prepare accordingly.]