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

Himiko, who was detained on a frigate, knelt on the single bed and stared blankly at the sea through the narrow window.

She had heard of someone's legendary deeds, and although she hadn't seen them with her own eyes, she would be satisfied as long as he was safe and sound. However, she was about to return to Japan.

The once familiar environment became shattered because of that list. If nothing unexpected happened, she would have to transfer to another school. Himiko had no regrets about those "friends". In the final analysis, it was not her fault at all.

I was deceived by some scum playing underground music and almost got myself into trouble. What's wrong with running away and calling the police when I encountered danger knowing I couldn't win?

Afterwards, she resented that she was the only one who retained her innocence and was able to escape successfully.

It’s better not to have friends like this.

Now the only thing Himiko cares about is Linga.

Although it also went against her wishes, she felt that everything the other party did was natural, and she couldn't even get angry. She should have hated him to the core, but it strangely turned into a subtle affection, which made her wonder if she had some strange attributes, or if she was actually that type of woman in her bones?

No matter what, the feeling of looking forward to seeing each other again is real.

At the same time, a desire for power arose in her heart.

She was fed up with a life where anyone could do anything to her, especially when compared to Linga's feat of making a big country helpless with his own strength, the contrast was too great.

"…I've decided. I'm going to…fight, just like him!"

There are many cases like Himiko.

After all—

The dream of mankind will never end.

And it just so happens that there is always a moment in everyone's life——

I want to become the strongest in the world no matter what!

……

May 7th.

It has been five days since the Seventh Fleet withdrew and the former commander, Vice Admiral, committed suicide out of shame, officially declaring the military operation a failure.

The world has been in turmoil during these five days.

The troops stationed in the Western Pacific, which relied on the country's power to bully others, were brutally defeated by a single individual. The subsequent impact of this incident is much greater than many people imagined.

The reactions from the political and business circles were the most intense.

After all, one of the parties involved is the largest organizational force on the planet, and all aspects involved are difficult to be summarized in one sentence.

Even the grassroots people can feel this wave.

It is better to say that a large part of the reason is that they were the ones who started it.

Just think about it, if all of humanity suddenly started to hate a certain product around them one day, it would be no less than a disaster for the manufacturer of this product.

If it's about liking someone, then any small action will have a huge impact on the whole world.

Linga has a touch of both sides.

There are many people who like him, and there are also many people who hate him.

People admire his power and freedom, but hate his uncontrollable and arbitrary nature.

All disputes come from 'power'.

This power makes Linga an existence that cannot be ignored.

It doesn't matter whether you like it or not.

He can make a huge impact on the world by letting his interests take over.

And for the United States, the strongest power in the human race that had just suffered a defeat, the impact was almost entirely negative.

"…So we must eliminate him as soon as possible."

Washington, White House.

A white man in his early sixties, dressed in a suit and tie, sat behind his desk and made a firm and powerful statement to his staff.

"I still have one year left in my term. I don't want to leave such a big hidden danger for the country, and I don't want to lose the rights that belong to us because of an inexplicable monkey."

"Mr. George, I have an immature suggestion."

An aide raised his hand.

"Please say."

"Why don't we call in professionals to deal with the 'monkeys' you refer to?"

"You want me to invite a biology expert?"

"No, no, no, what I meant is... you can see that he relies on nothing more than his extraordinary physical fitness. Although his brain is also included, there is no need to be particularly vigilant about it. So we can invite some... 'experts' who are also good at fighting with physical fitness."

The president frowned and said suspiciously, "I can understand your intention. I also know that there are many special people in this world, but are you sure that there are any of these guys who can reach that level of physical fitness?"

"Of course, we always believe that our era is the strongest. If we want to find someone stronger than us, it can only be a more advanced human civilization."

The aide shrugged, his tone light but serious.

"In fact, I have invited several experts who are ready to answer any of your questions. Compared to me, the experts' answers are more credible, aren't they?"

"…arrange a private meeting for me. I mean immediately."

The president was silent for a moment, then turned to his secretary and said.

After one hour.

A grand reception room.

George met the expert his staff had mentioned.

There are four people in total.

The clothes and styles are different.

But they are all middle-aged men, and they all have white pupils with black backgrounds, which is different from ordinary people.

The leader had a cigar in his mouth and was puffing away at the smoke. The others were also very casual, not caring at all about leaving a bad impression on George. Trying to curry favor with him or build relationships with him was nonsense.

But it was this attitude that made George feel dissatisfied at all, and even cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Too careless. If I had a choice, I would definitely call fifty... no, a hundred bodyguards to accompany me, and the location would be a military base.

Because the sense of oppression brought to him by the four people in front of him was so great that he had to do so!

Once a hint of hostility is revealed, the feeling of oppression will instantly turn into a sense of crisis.

George didn't dare to think about how frightened he would be, or what kind of ugly appearance he would make.

"Don't be too nervous, Mr. President. Even though we look like gangsters, when it comes to abiding by the spirit of contracts, our clan is definitely the best in the world. All the partners who have worked with us and survived have nothing bad to say about us."

The leader's words were rather vulgar, but his tone was very elegant and steady, giving people the feeling that he came from an ancient aristocratic family.

"Those who survived... Phew, well, first of all, tell me your origins. Whether it's true or false, at least you have to make me believe that the guy who takes on the assignment won't turn into a corpse so easily."

"Hmm, that's a reasonable request. Have you heard of the Wu Clan?"

The primitive man opened his eyes: 34. We can do this too

It is speculated that five thousand years ago in the Celestial Continent, when the ancient gods still lived here - "It" suddenly appeared, as if it had surged out from deep underground.

It continues to kill with all its might.

Kill humans, hunt wild animals, behead evil spirits, and kill gods.

Its eyes were bathed in countless splashes of blood.

I don't know when it was dyed black.

『It』 is called Wuhei, which means the original Wu.

——Selected from an ancient story passed down from a certain place in the Celestial Empire.

"…Although these are all exaggerated folk records, I am not unfamiliar with your existence."

There was fear in George's eyes.

"It's better to say that no authority will ignore your existence."

"A clan of assassins active in the other world, relying on each other through blood ties."

"Your extremely terrifying cohesion is just a side effect. Your real fear lies in your 'combat ability'. As long as the bounty is high enough, there is almost no commission you cannot complete."

"Although we are not mercenaries, I'm afraid there is no other mercenary group in the world that is more competent and powerful than you."

"Its influence in the other world is also ridiculously great. It is said that it was due to a split a long time ago, so now its footprints are all over the world."

"Judging from your skin color, you belong to the 'American' faction, right?"

The leader paused in his smoking, then extinguished the cigar with two fingers, slightly adjusted his sitting position, and his attitude became more formal.

The other three also restrained their casual side.

The atmosphere in the reception room suddenly became much more serious.

George took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He was not so nervous now.

After all, the other party is a businessman, and the leader of this country happens to be best at dealing with businessmen.

"As you said, we are both from the Western faction that split off from the Wu Clan in the early years. My name is Angelo Wu."

The leader introduces himself.

Afterwards, he introduced three people around him.

Michael Wu.

Richard Wu.

Bertrand Wu.

George also took this opportunity to observe these people carefully and openly.

He has an ordinary appearance and an unshaven beard.

They are generally around 40, maybe even older, maybe 50... Wait! How can there be an old man?!

George's eyes suddenly widened.

My brain is almost shutting down.

When I came in, I took a quick look and clearly saw that all they saw were middle-aged men.

The reason why we use the term "prime-aged" to describe them is because they are not just ordinary middle-aged people. Compared with their appearance and age, what people care more about is their "strong", their sturdy and strong physique, and the clothes that are stretched and tightened by their muscles.

But now, when Angelo Wu introduced the last person - Bertrand Wu, he suddenly realized that this person was not a middle-aged man at all, but an eighty-year-old old man dressed like an English gentleman.

What on earth happened to cause such an outrageous deviation in his cognition? !

I didn't even recognize the person sitting in front of me, and subconsciously I thought there were four middle-aged men sitting in front of me.

"Mr. George, are you interested in me?"

Bertrand had the hoarse voice that was unique to old people. His wrinkled face and weak way of speaking gave people the impression that he was more suitable to stay in a wheelchair and be pushed for a walk.

"Uh……"

George frowned, hiding his inner shock, and pretended to be calm and said, "I understand why I recommended you, but do you really have a way to deal with that primitive man?"

"Sir, you are indeed standing on the top of the highest mountain in the world, but even so, it is impossible to see the entire world clearly."

Angelo was not in a rush to prove his and his people's abilities, because there were countless employers who were initially skeptical but were later impressed by the "Wu Clan".

"A karate master who can kill a man-eating brown bear with just one straight punch."

“A mixed martial artist who is considered to have advanced the history of modern martial arts by a hundred years.”

"He has always been an undefeated legend in the underground fighting world of South America. The 500 powerful fighters who have fought with him have said one thing afterwards: before they knew it, they had already lost."

"A martial arts genius who can split the water in a swimming pool in two with just one step."

"There are only a few dozen 'superhuman physiques' in the world, and among them, there are monsters with muscle strength dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people, said to be unmatched by all of humanity."

"I heard that recently there is a player named 'Kyogoku Shin' who has been performing very well in the international karate world. Firearms are nothing to him."

"Finally... it's us, the Wu Clan."

After that, Angelo took out a metal gripper from his arms and handed it to Bertrand.