Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

All the military satellites captured from the sky was a group of albatrosses, and they could not find him hiding under those huge wings.

Linga did this not for the purpose of escaping.

Because people who possess the "Blood of Fanma" will not refuse any challenge, even in their dreams, even when they are eating, even when they are using the toilet... As long as someone dares to provoke, dares to declare war, dares to take action... they must respond.

This is the duty of being the strongest.

Meet the challenge and defeat it.

This is the essence of survival.

Understand it more deeply than anyone else and dominate it.

Linga's thoughts and actions are all based on this truth.

Nothing else.

Apart from it...there is nothing left in this great world!

A few kilometers away from the island, Linga jumped into the sea again, swam close to the aircraft carrier, climbed the outer wall with his bare hands, and finally came to the deck, hijacking a large bomber without anyone knowing.

Even the crew members only discovered his presence after takeoff.

But it was too late.

No one knew what happened inside the cabin.

All people knew was that the bombers airdropped the fuel-air explosives brought out from the 'Bird's Nest' back to the 'Bird's Nest'.

Thick fog expanded in the air, carrying with it a number of aerial bombs, but before these bombs could penetrate the fog and land on the aircraft carrier.

The entire fog mass exploded, releasing a large amount of heat energy in an instant, forming high-temperature and high-pressure fireballs the size of dozens of football fields. The temperature was usually around 2500 degrees Celsius, and it expanded rapidly outward at a speed of 2000 to 2500 meters per second.

This is the first time that fuel-air explosives have been used on aircraft carriers since their invention.

At this moment, the images captured by the camera allowed the whole world to witness history.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 31. Formal wear

The strong light blinded countless people.

I don’t even know how many people’s hearts it hurts.

Aircraft carrier.

The core and trump card of modern naval power was defeated in this way, hit hard in the face by its own power, and flames dyed the sea red and raised waves like howling.

The Blue Ridge's combat command room was in a mess at the moment. The shock wave created by the fuel-air bomb was too strong and lasted for a long time, shattering all the glass. Strong winds poured into the room, blowing everyone to the ground.

When William got up from the ground, the first thing that caught his eye was a tall figure that couldn't be more familiar.

"you……"

"For a greeting, that should be considered 'enthusiastic enough'... right?"

With a smile on his face, Linga walked into the command room barefoot on the broken glass.

Every step left water stains and glass crushed into powder.

His hair, as if dyed red by his own overly hot blood, was wet and spread out, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or sea water. His thick chest muscles, well-tempered abdominal muscles, arms, and legs were all covered with crystal clear water droplets.

Just one glance and you can tell how he sneaked into the warship.

But what no one could figure out was how this man had avoided the bombing, broken through the blockade of soldiers outside the island, and even the frigate, and went straight to the flagship alone and found the command room easily.

This question, just turning over in one's mind, makes one shudder.

Especially at the moment when Linga appears.

The aura of the strongest predator in history swept through the entire venue like a hurricane, and like the fangs of a wild beast, it could bite off anyone's throat at any time.

"I didn't expect you to learn American English so quickly. It seems that my point of view is correct. You are a devil. Nothing about human beings is a secret to you."

William stood up on his knees and glared at Linga.

"Devil, when you say hello, do you mean the explosion just now? What did you do to the pilots on that plane? Did you eat them?"

"You'll have to ask those who fell into the sea. If they were more agile, maybe they could have found a few alive. As for the language issue you mentioned... Knowing your prey is a basic quality for every hunter."

That’s not wrong.

Linga learned English in a previous life.

Now that I think about it, is it because I studied too hard that I developed an unusual obsession with "freedom"?

"Are you here to kill me? Congratulations, you succeeded, but your journey as a hunter ends here. Everyone here believes that you will die here, because..."

William behaved very calmly.

But before he could finish his words, Linga interrupted him: "You mean, you thought this would happen, right? After all, you have already encountered a similar situation once."

"So, you're planning to have other people attack this big guy under my feet? But unfortunately, I have enough time to do everything I want to do before your plan works, and then leave here like taking a walk after dinner."

When these words were spoken, all the officers in the command room were stunned.

Suddenly, William seemed to have thought of something. He quickly turned his head and stared at the communication equipment around him that had become very quiet with wide eyes.

“Could it be…!?”

He was not even afraid that Linga would attack him, and he stumbled to the window like a madman, stuck his head out and looked around for a while, then collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

"There is such a thing. He is obviously just a primitive man... He is obviously just a primitive man..."

The others, led by the adjutant, soon realized that something was wrong.

It's so quiet.

Although noise could be heard, it was still too quiet.

There was no feeling of being on a warship at all.

It's like floating on the sea on a huge iron plate.

A warship moves, but a block of iron cannot.

The difference is the equipment.

"Although it was not a direct hit, all the sensors, radars, optoelectronic devices, and communication antennas on the surface of the surrounding ships failed."

Someone murmured.

If they couldn't contact other warships, how could they let them know that their headquarters had been invaded? Moreover, the surrounding warships were like humans who had lost their five senses, and they themselves could not be relied upon.

Even if they recover, they will go to assist the aircraft carrier first.

boom!

At this moment, a gunshot was heard.

It's the adjutant.

He took out his pistol and attacked Linga from behind.

However, the bullet hit Linga's back muscles and bounced off.

Not even a scratch on the skin.

Upon seeing this, the adjutant pulled out something that looked like a grenade from his pocket and pretended to throw it on the ground, but Linga just threw it away.

"what!"

The water droplets on the back of his hand hit the adjutant's face like needles, and some even accidentally hit his eyes, causing him to cry out in pain.

The grenade filled with poison gas and venom fell into Linga's hands before it could hit the ground.

Linga wanted to grab his neck, but suddenly his heart was disturbed. He observed carefully for a while and found that his neck... not only his neck, but also his wrists, face and other exposed skin had an imperceptible luster.

It's like applying a layer of sunscreen.

"It makes me feel a little concerned... Is it poison? Or an anesthetic? If you dare to apply it on the skin, it shouldn't be something very deadly, but it should be something that is very effective. You look much better than that guy who has already lost his spirit."

Linga's eyes swept over the adjutant's shoulders, arms, legs and other parts.

"——including the body."

The body under the military uniform is the strongest person he has ever seen since he opened his eyes.

"You are qualified to be used as my 'weapon'."

After saying that, he grabbed the adjutant by the collar, jumped out of the window and came onto the deck.

At this time, many crew members had gathered on the deck.

They were all confused about the outside situation due to equipment malfunction, so they left their jobs and went to the place with the widest view, which was the deck.

But what they didn't expect was that Linga would descend from the sky with a man.

The noisy scene became silent as if the pause button was pressed. Hundreds of people froze in place, at a loss, under Linga's gaze.

Linga's gaze suddenly stopped on a woman...and the man next to her.

Although it feels a little familiar, that's not the point.

He walked over step by step.

The man carrying the camera had weak legs and no trace of blood on his face. The female reporter next to him collapsed to the ground in a duck sitting position, with tears in her eyes, as if she would burst into tears in the next second.

But Linga didn't even look at her or the photographer. He just bent down to look at the dark lens, pretending not to understand, and asked in Japanese: "What is this thing?"

"what?"

The photographer was shocked. He didn't expect Linga to speak Japanese. But it was always a good thing to be able to communicate. He didn't think about it. After realizing what was going on, he quickly said, "This is a camera. With this, I can replace many people and see the same thing as me."

In order to avoid Linga not understanding, the most rough description was used.

Linga raised his eyebrows and smiled in a somewhat intriguing way.

"That is to say... I am being watched by many people now?"

"Uh... Y-yes."

The cameraman was sweating profusely and his pants were wet with nervousness.

Linga stood up and knocked the adjutant unconscious with a headbutt. Then he threw him into the air and grabbed his calves, turning him upside down. With his other hand, he pulled his wet red hair back to create a relatively cool hairstyle. During this process, he was still smiling and saying:

"People of your era seem to pay a lot of attention to their appearance and attire, especially in public. In that case, let me show you what 'formal attire' was like in public in my era."

The primitive man opened his eyes: 32. A black...

Tokyo, Sou-ryu-in residence.

This mansion has everything that perfectly meets the fantasies of the lower classes of society about aristocrats and celebrities.

For example, a TV wall the size of a cinema screen.

Another example is a bedroom that is as big as a cinema.

The TV wall is placed in the bedroom...and it can only be placed in a place this big.

Apart from the TV wall, there is only a small table and a bed!

If it weren't for the exquisitely decorated walls and the fluffy carpets on the floor, which barely created a somewhat warm living atmosphere, it would be no different from an empty and cold warehouse or confinement room.

"I say, it's about time you stopped."

Souryuin Shion sat cross-legged in front of a small round table, her chin supported by one hand, a lady's cigarette held in the other, her eyebrows furrowed, her face, which was the best portrayal of an urban beauty, was full of "unbearable" written all over it.

The person who made her feel so helpless was none other than her younger sister Zhu Mei, who was much older than her and was still in high school.

"If outsiders knew that you, as the student council president of Imperial Sakura Girls' College, showed such an infatuated attitude towards a man, I would not be able to continue to be the chairman."

"Hey~Hey~"

"Are you listening to me!?"

Of course - no.

Zouyuan Akemi, seventeen years old, is a second-year student at the Imperial Sakura Girls' Academy. With her absolute talent and beauty as well as her top-notch personality charm, she serves as the student council president and chief student.

Now, because of the man who suddenly appeared on the TV wall, she unconsciously crawled on all fours to get close and stared at... the thick chest muscles, as if she wanted to see the muscle texture and even the internal structure of the muscle fibers.

There was a gleam in his eyes, his breathing was heavy, and he kept making strange "shashasha" sounds. A faint luster that looked like saliva could be seen at the corners of his mouth.

Ziyin couldn't bear it any longer and veins popped up on his forehead. He rushed forward aggressively, grabbed the leader and dragged him back.