With the general missing, the entire military region had lost its backbone.Everyone felt scattered—like sand slipping through trembling fingers.
Master One pressed his lips together and let out a long, tired sigh.
Creek—The conference hall door slowly opened.A middle-aged man in a military uniform strode inside.
Gasps filled the room.
On his shoulders gleamed three golden stars, arranged neatly above golden branches and leaves—the unmistakable insignia of a full general.
All the high-ranking officers immediately stood and saluted.The four Grandmasters, though injured, lifted their heads with respect.Several people stared curiously at the new arrival, sensing a familiar aura.
The middle-aged man walked solemnly to the head seat and sat down.After sweeping his sharp gaze across the room, he spoke calmly:
"I am General Sher Uaha of the Northern Military Region.Report to me in detail regarding General Wang Ying's disappearance."
A tremor ran through the officers.Ordinary citizens might not know the name Sher Uaha—but in the military, he was a legend.
A man who climbed from rookie soldier to General.A man who guarded China's northern border for ten years.A man who won hundreds of battles.A man known as the Invincible War God.
A high-ranking official stood up respectfully, admiration shining in his eyes.
"Two days ago, we held the advantage on the battlefield.But yesterday, four S-level superhumans appeared on the front lines and slaughtered our soldiers."
His voice cracked.
"General Sher immediately rushed to the front lines with the four Grandmasters…but the enemy had more than four S-level superhumans.After the Grandmasters entered the battlefield, six more S-level enemies emerged and directly targeted the General."
He lowered his head.
"In the end… General Sher was captured.The four Grandmasters were gravely injured.Our front-line troops suffered a major defeat."
Sher Uaha's face darkened.His fists clenched until the veins bulged.
"They dared send ten S-level superhumans…completely ignoring the international treaty."
Creek—
The door opened again.
A group of dignified middle-aged individuals walked in.The leader stepped forward and called out respectfully:
"Big Brother, I apologize for being late."
Sher Uaha's fury softened, and he gestured for him to sit.
The four Grandmasters stared in shock.The man smiled warmly at them.
"Juan Zoner…?!"One of the Grandmasters blurted out.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily.
"Yes. It's me. Master Fo F. Shaan."
He stepped forward and addressed everyone:
"Tomorrow morning, 100,000 elite soldiers of the Northern Military Region will arrive.The Martial Artists Association will dispatch ten Grandmasters:two late-stage, three mid-stage, and five early-stage.
The Ruler still hasn't made any moves—only verbal statements.I predict—"
Sher Uaha raised his hand, cutting him off, his stern face softening.
"Thank you, Brother Fo.Tomorrow, I will personally lead the army.We will defeat the enemy."
Fong Shaan bowed lightly.
"Big Brother, you saved my life.Thanks are unnecessary."
Soon, Sher Uaha and the high-ranking officials began planning the attack strategy based on the terrain.Everyone worked through the night, preparing for the decisive battle.
By early morning, 100,000 elite soldiers arrived.The ten Grandmasters reached the base safely.Medical teams, equipment, weapons, and ammunition were delivered in batches.
Up in the sky, Shaka leaned against the window with his chin resting on his hand.
Beside him, Little Hay had been sleeping since they boarded the helicopter.The dog hadn't woken up even after an entire night.
"So boring… how much longer?"Shaka pouted and glanced at the snoring dog.
A mischievous smile curled on his round little face.
"You only know how to sleep.Sometimes I wonder if you're really a dog… or a pig."
A faint purple lightning arc crackled at Shaka's white, tender fingertips.With a flick—
ZAP!
Little Hay, who had been peacefully dreaming, suddenly jerked violently as numbness washed over his body.
His eyes snapped open.
He looked around.Shaka was still sitting there, pretending to be asleep.The cabin was quiet, everything perfectly normal.
"...Is this a ghost?"Little Hay tilted his head, confused.
Then, reassured, he lay back down.
Within seconds, the little mutt was asleep again, dreaming happily of a juicy chicken leg—
—when suddenly, the numbness struck again.