"To be so happy as cannon fodder, you guys are really hopeless." Jin An coldly shook his head, his tone full of sarcasm.
His eyes swept over the navy soldiers rushing towards him. His former comrades were now rushing to the battlefield like blindly obedient lambs,
their eyes filled with desire for fame and fortune, yet completely unable to see that their fate was just to be a chess piece to be discarded at will.
Jin An didn't say anything more, knowing that these people wouldn't listen to any advice.
The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly due to the navy's charge, and the dense footsteps echoed like thunder in the sky above the battlefield.
"I want a promotion!"
"My superior is a complete waste, not even participating in this battle. His position is mine!"
"The World Government is offering too much. New Navy, huh? Don't blame me."
"......"
They shouted, waving their weapons, each with an almost fanatical expression, a fixation ignited by desire.
"Pathetic."
Jin An sighed softly, his gaze icy.
Rushing in the front was a young navy lieutenant commander.
His eyes burned with irrepressible fighting spirit, as if he could become a hero in the spotlight as long as he could kill a strong enemy like Jin An.
His longsword shone in the sunlight, his pace extremely firm.
However, Jin An simply raised his blade indifferently, the blade drawing a cold light in the air.
"咻——"
A sharp blade aura burst through the air, directly blasting the lieutenant commander away along with his sword.
His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Next."
Jin An said in a low voice, his eyes without a trace of fluctuation.
He stomped his foot, his figure flashing into the crowd like a ghost.
Greeting him were more enemies swarming in.
Most of these soldiers were low-level officers and ordinary soldiers, their weapons posing no threat in Jin An's eyes.
But the madness on their faces made people feel endless sorrow.
Because in their hearts, they were fighting for "justice," while perhaps Jin An was just a "traitor."
This obsession made them fearless of death, even willing to become cannon fodder.
"They are using their lives to exchange for a moment of stability for the World Government."
Jin An thought to himself.
He raised his hand and waved, the light of the blade blooming again, a crescent-shaped slash sweeping out, sending several enemies in front of him flying backward, coughing up blood.
But behind those people, more soldiers continued to rush forward without fear.
"Jin An!"
Someone roared, trying to attack from behind with a weapon.
The moment he looked up, he found that Jin An's eyes had already locked onto him.
The cold, sharp gaze made the man tremble involuntarily, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed up.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Jin An said indifferently, his feet moving slightly, his figure flashing past the man like a phantom.
A crisp sound of a weapon breaking rang out, the man's weapon directly shattered into two pieces, and he knelt on the ground, his eyes full of fear.
Just as Jin An dealt with this wave of attacks, further away, the mercenaries and traitors who had been blinded by the World Government's promises also launched an attack.
They were not as organized as the navy, but even more ferocious.
They fought for profit, their eyes only filled with greed for Jin An's life.
"Establishing a career?"
Jin An sneered, holding the sword in both hands, and suddenly detonated the sword energy.
A monstrous slash swept out, directly overturning those frantically rushing enemies, dust flying and blood splattering.
But even so, more people still pounced on him desperately.
They shouted with all their might, waving their weapons and rushing towards Jin An, as if the world would change for them as long as they could defeat him.
Looking at the scene before him, Jin An felt no anger, no sadness, only deep indifference.
"Ignorance and greed are indeed the most difficult poisons to cure."
He gripped the hilt of his sword and rushed towards the tide of enemies again.
With each slash, an enemy fell; with each swing, he carried a fierce aura.
Jin An was like an insurmountable barrier, repelling his opponents one by one.
His movements were swift and precise, with almost no extra movements, as if he was using his own power to declare what true power was.
"Since you are so eager for fame and fortune, then leave your lives here."
Jin An muttered to himself, his voice low, but with a chilling killing intent.
His sword strikes became increasingly fierce, until the entire charging formation was torn apart.
Jin An pointed his sword forward, his eyes like torches, coldly scanning the dense crowd in front of him.
The cold light flowed from the blade, reflecting on the faces of those enemies, but it did not make them retreat at all.
On the contrary, their faces showed a hint of disdain, even ridicule.
"You still don't understand even now that some gaps cannot be made up for by numbers."
Jin An's voice was not loud, but every word struck everyone's heart like a war drum.
His tone was calm, but with an unquestionable authority, as if he were a high-ranking judge.
"A former admiral speaks differently."
Christopher slowly stepped forward, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
His figure stood out on the battlefield, his cold eyes staring straight at Jin An, like a beast eyeing its prey.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
"Gap? Do you still think you're the admiral you used to be?"
"Jin An, we'll show you today what the power of numbers is!"
"......"
Laughter rose, as if the entire battlefield was boiling because of these taunts.
The soldiers clenched their weapons, rubbing their fists, as if they had already seen Jin An fall.
Jin An didn't even frown.
He stood there, seemingly not taking these people seriously at all.
The blade was raised slightly, and a cold light flashed in the air.
His movements were slow and steady, as if only the sword in his hand existed between heaven and earth.
He said in a low voice, his tone as light as a breeze:
"Ignorant people always think that ridicule can cover up fear."
The next moment, he suddenly swung his sword.
The light of the sword flashed, like a moon blade descending from the sky, cutting through the noisy air.
It was a chilling speed, so fast that there was no time to react.
The sound of the air being torn apart by the blade was sharp and ear-piercing, as if the whole world was silent with this one slash.
"Boom——!"
The strong impact swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, and the ground in front of Jin An directly cracked open, a bottomless crack quickly extending towards the enemy.
Wherever the sword energy went, all the laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by countless horrified gazes and scattered dust.
The soldiers in the front row still maintained their attacking posture, but their bodies had become stiff.
Their weapons were directly shattered by the sword energy, and the whole person was lifted off the ground, falling heavily to the ground, making a dull impact sound.
At the end of the crack, a group of fallen people seemed to have become silent tombstones, indicating the power of this slash.
Christopher's smile froze on his face, and a hint of surprise flashed in his narrowed eyes, which was then covered by a sneer.
His hand clenched involuntarily, and his breathing became slightly heavier, but he still refused to admit defeat:
"Jin An, you're still the same as always, using this kind of flashy trick to scare people at every turn.
Too bad——"
He stretched out a hand and waved it forward gently,
"This kind of power is useless to us!"
Before he finished speaking, the soldiers behind Christopher, who had been shocked by the sword energy, gathered again, approaching step by step on the broken ground.
Their steps were still firm, and the fanaticism and anger on their faces replaced the panic just now.
"A futile struggle."
Jin An smiled coldly, the sword in his hand raised again.
His movements were not at all superfluous, concise but full of oppression.
"Since you are so insistent, then let me completely cut off your hope."
After speaking, the light of the sword bloomed again.
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