The three supersonic fighter-vessels of the Central Regulatory Bureau sliced out from the heavy mountain mist, hitting their high-altitude thruster dampeners as they shot down over the jagged coastal cliffs of Jiangnan. Below the ballistic glass ports, the roaring expanse of the East China Sea was a chaotic dark iron, its waves violently tossing columns of white sea spray against the concrete seawalls of Sector 07.
The atmosphere inside the lead fighter's tactical cabin was highly pressurized, thick with the sharp tang of artificial ozone and heavy cooling fluids.
Lin Feng sat loosely on the central metallic bench, his hands calmly buried inside his gray utility jacket pockets. Beside him, Han Xue and Bai Qingxi sat completely silent. The corporate heiress kept her gaze locked onto the scrolling military telemetry matrices flashing red on the partition screens, while the successor of the Northern Frost Sanctuary ran her fingers across her jade talisman, her spiritual pathways vibrating to the sharp dropping pressure of the coastline.
"We are entering the maritime baseline," Instructor Meng announced from the command console, her severe, blade-like silhouette lit entirely by the crimson glow of the tactical mapping array. She swiped a master authorization key across the glass interface, zooming the three-dimensional projection three hundred percent onto a deep-sea trench twenty miles offshore.
"The Western Sanctumâs maritime dread-fleets have completed their positioning," Meng continued, her disciplined baritone drop into a heavy, rigid register. "They haven't just deployed common combat ships. They have anchored three
Leviathan-Class High-Frequency Energy-Dampening Cruisers
directly above the maritime leyline intersections. They have initialized a localized electromagnetic net, and our naval coast guard units are experiencing total targeting failure within a fifty-mile radius."
Lin Feng looked at the holographic rendering where three massive black silhouettes were projected, each one radiating a continuous wave of violet geometric interference lines across the digital grid.
[ CODES DEGRADED: MARITIME ENERGETIC INTERFERENCE]
[Source: Fleet Vanguard Array]
[Field Output: Void-Grade Kinetic Net â ACTIVE]
"They believe that by anchoring high-frequency metal hulls over the ocean trenches, they can own the maritime rifts," Lin Feng said softly, his smooth voice easily cutting through the high-pitched shriek of the supersonic jet engines. He didn't alter his flat, seventy-beats-per-minute respiratory loop. "They don't understand that a rift beneath the black water doesn't operate on linear atmospheric geometry. When the tectonic locks split the seabed during tomorrow's solstice, the ocean won't count their steel tonnage. It will only recognize the core engine."
"The augmented mercenaries have already occupied the primary offshore drilling platforms," Bai Qingxi added, her aristocratic composure reforming into a cold, calculated matrix as her wrist pad intercepted a rogue data line. "They are executing a deep-marrow drag-net across the fault blocks, assuming they can drain the primary ocean cache before Director-General Sunâs coastal artillery trucks can lock their coordinates."
"Let them drain the sand, Director Bai," Lin Feng murmured smoothly, a cold, undefeated smile curling the absolute corners of his lips under the dim blue cabin lights.
The fighter-vessels violently dropped through the low-hanging overcast cloud deck, executing a flawless vertical landing sequence right onto the primary concrete observation deck of the Jiangnan Coast Guard Fortress. The moment the hydraulic exit bulkhead doors hissed open, the freezing, salty sea gale rushed into the compartment, carrying the heavy, bitter scent of burnt diesel fuel and raw pre-awakening spiritual friction.
Lin Feng stepped out onto the open concrete landing pad without a single moment of hesitation.
The entire harbor line was a high-intensity war zone. Hundreds of heavy automated tanks and armored mobile railguns from the Bureauâs Vanguard Elite Division were parked in tight, defensive lines along the docks, their dual-barrel tracking arrays pointing out toward the dark, mist-covered ocean. Far out on the horizon, through the swirling black sea fog, three massive towers of pure violet light loop shot straight up into the clouds from the Western cruisersâtheir high-frequency energy-dampening matrices visibly warping the spatial horizon into a shimmering geometric lens.
Standing at the absolute edge of the concrete observation deck, his dark green tunic completely soaked by the heavy ocean spray, was Director-General Sun.
"The deployment is synchronized to your explicit telemetry blueprint, Student Lin," General Sun barked in his heavy, gravelly baritone, not even turning his head as Lin Feng's sneakers made absolute, soundless contact with the concrete behind him. "The coastal artillery divisions are fully locked into your fault line mapping. The moment your internal dual-loop engine initiates the grounding phase at the offshore node... our batteries will open fire to liquidate their secondary perimeter."
Lin Feng adjusted the single strap of his worn utility backpack, his vacant, bottomless eyes looking through the violent white waves toward the distant violet strobes of the foreign fleet. Within his lower abdomen, his
Dantian
thrummed on its stabilized Stage 2 dual-loop circuit, his flawlessly scoured
Ren
and
Du
channels guiding a deep, sapphire geocentric current straight down through his heels into the fortress bedrock.
The regional corporate monopolies were broken, the hidden ancestral sanctuaries were thoroughly scoured within his palm, and the country's institutional board was completely aligned to his blueprint. The global arena had officially drawn its battle lines across the black water, and the undefeated regressor of New Huaxia was already stepping off the shore.