250: Chapter 250 World Attention, On-site Teaching

Inside the Qinling Command Center, the large screen was broadcasting the live feed of the worship ceremony in Japan.

In the bottom-left corner, the final scene of Chen You and his group being taken away was displayed.

"They should be fine, right?"

Pan Yu's hands were unconsciously clenched as she stared intently at the screen, her voice carrying a trace of undisguised worry.

Zhang Yunhai's lips couldn't help but twitch upon hearing this.

"Fine?"

He chuckled, recalling the time he gave Chen You a "lesson" to train him.

Back then, Chen You was only at the First Layer of Qi Refining. Even when Zhang Yunhai went all out, Chen You was completely unscathed.

Instead, it was Zhang Yunhai's own hands and feet that throbbed with pain for several days.

That wasn't a contest of strength; it was pure self-torture.

"They're just a bunch of ordinary people."

Zhang Yunhai's gaze swept over the armed security personnel on the screen.

"What they're holding are just conventional weapons."

Sun Feng, the leader of the data analysis group, tapped on his keyboard without looking up and added,

"Based on our current data assessment, even at the First Layer of Qi Refining, one's neural reflexes and physical fitness are sufficient to handle an attack from any conventional handgun."

He looked up, his gaze falling on Chen You's real-time data.

"They even have the ability to evade the blast impact of a small grenade."

The corners of Sun Feng's mouth curled up.

"What's more, Comrade Chen You is now at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer."

Director Li Guoan watched the screen, his face expressionless.

He didn't say a word.

On the screen, the Prime Minister of Japan stepped out and began greeting the crowd.

...

The United States, The Pentagon, the Presidential Office.

A massive display was also broadcasting the live worship ceremony in Japan.

President George held a glass of whiskey, his face filled with undisguised schadenfreude.

"Holman, look, look at this wonderful scene." He swirled the ice in his glass and laughed.

"No matter how our friend from the East 'shows off,' they're still getting slapped hard in the face by a tiny island nation."

Secretary of Defense General Holman let out a low chuckle.

"They think they can win respect by playing with mysticism? How naive."

"Politics will always be the theme of the civilized world. The Chinese are still quite green in this regard."

George took a sip of his drink and leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

"I'm actually looking forward to how China will respond. Diplomatic protests? Economic sanctions?"

"Regardless of which one it is, it'll seem so powerless, so laughable."

He raised his glass and toasted Watanabe Jie on the screen from afar.

"To our brave Japanese ally; he's put on a good show for us."

...

Japan, near the Shinto Shrine, inside a secret room.

*Click.*

The sound of the Security Supervisor switching off the safety on his handgun was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room.

The smile on his face was full of cruelty and pleasure, as if he could already see the scene of these four Chinese people's blood splattering on the spot.

"How do you want to die? I can give you the chance to choose."

He slowly swept the muzzle of his gun across Chen You and the other three, enjoying the feeling of controlling others' lives.

However, the fear, begging, or even angry cursing he expected did not appear.

Chen You didn't even spare him a glance.

His gaze fell on Mu Xi, Lin Miao, and Liu Ming beside him, and he spoke in a conversational tone.

"How is your practice of the Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder Orthodox Method coming along?"

The three of them were stunned.

Mu Xi's expression became somewhat awkward. "That... that cultivation method is too profound. We... we are still trying to comprehend it..."

Lin Miao and Liu Ming also nodded, their faces showing some shame.

The resources provided by the state were top-tier, but some things truly depended on talent and comprehension.

To them, that Heaven-Rank Cultivation Method was like asking an elementary student to solve advanced calculus; they could barely even understand the questions.

"Hmm, that's normal."

Chen You nodded, seemingly not surprised by this result at all.

"As it happens, there's an opportunity today."

He looked around at the dozen or so burly men in black holding guns, as if looking at a pile of wooden training dummies.

"I'll demonstrate it once for you. Watch closely."

"Perhaps... it will be of some help to your cultivation."

"..."

The Dragon Scale Trio was dazed.

A live demonstration?

Right here?

Wait, after you're done demonstrating, will there even be a chance for us to take action?

The three wanted to object, but they didn't dare speak up.

It was true that having someone demonstrate right in front of them might really help.

The Security Supervisor, who was being completely ignored, had the muscles on his face twitching wildly.

His smugness, cruelty, and pleasure felt like a clown's antics in the face of these inexplicable words.

"Bakayaro!"

He finally roared hysterically, veins bulging on his forehead and neck.

"You dare humiliate me when death is at your doorstep!!"

"Fire! Turn them into honeycombs!!"

He suddenly pulled the trigger!

The dozen or so burly men in black around him were also about to fire, ready to gun down these arrogant Chinese people on the spot.

At the critical moment.

Chen You finally moved.

There was no earth-shattering aura, nor any dazzling moves.

He simply "slowly" raised his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the space in front of him.

It was as if he wanted to seize all the air in the room in his palm.

*Zzzzt—*

A faint electrical sound, almost imperceptible, rang out.

Immediately after.

Over a dozen thin, spiderweb-like streaks of dark purple lightning appeared out of thin air in every corner of the room.

They flashed and vanished, so fast that the human retina couldn't even capture them.

Wherever the lightning passed, the bodies of those burly men in black who were about to pull their triggers suddenly stiffened.

The ferocious expressions on their faces froze instantly, and their pupils dilated in a heartbeat.

The firearms in their hands slipped powerlessly to the floor, creating a series of clattering metallic sounds.

In the next second, these people collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.

A wisp of fine blue smoke rose from each of their bodies, and a strange smell of burnt protein filled the air.

Every light tube and hidden surveillance camera in the room burst with tiny sparks at the same time, and all were extinguished.

The entire space instantly fell into gloom and deathly silence.

The only light source was a lingering, jumping purple arc of electricity at Chen You's fingertips, illuminating his calm face like that of a deity.

One strike.

Total annihilation.

The Security Supervisor was still in a firing stance, his finger stiffly hooked on the trigger, but his arm was shaking violently and uncontrollably.

He didn't fall.

Chen You had intentionally spared his life.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but with a *poof*, a thick cloud of black smoke billowed out.

He stared blankly at the floor full of smoking corpses, then looked in disbelief at the man standing in the darkness like a demon god.

His mind was a complete blank.

His logic had completely collapsed.

What... what was this?

A hallucination?

Or was he actually already dead, and what he was seeing was a vision of hell?

He was shaking like a leaf, his teeth chattering with a *clack-clack-clack* sound.

Ultimately, all the extreme fear, shock, and disbelief converged into a broken and raspy syllable.

"Na... Nani?!"

(Wha... What?!)