Chapter 278 - 274: Sea God’s Fury

Chapter 278: Chapter 274: Sea God’s Fury

Back then, Qin Xiaoxia had needed to borrow the power of a Secret Realm to cast a Reaction Technique across the entire capital city of Hua Country and conjure that cleansing downpour.

Although Dajing Bay was only about half the size of the capital city of Hua Country, it was by no means small.

However, the contiguous nature of the body of water meant the effect would be exceptionally potent. As long as he stirred up the key areas, it would set off a chain reaction. Plus, simply manipulating the environment was much easier.

Unlike a rainstorm, which required condensing water vapor, controlling clouds, using woven ice symbols, and a continuous output of Magic Power, just to produce rain. Creating lightning was actually simpler, but it was impossible to control with any precision.

But for this eruption in the bay, all he had to do was churn, churn, churn, like the Great Sage Equal to Heaven wreaking havoc in the Dragon’s Lair. In fact, controlling the edges required more Magic Power.

Qin Xiaoxia had been prepared to give it his all. But after unleashing a torrent of Magic Power and inciting the eruption in the sea, he suddenly realized it was far simpler than he had imagined.

A fierce wind was already howling, and the bay was churning.

Even with Qin Xiaoxia’s control confining the effect to a central area of Dajing Bay, it still felt like a doomsday tsunami.

"WHOOSH... WHOOSH..." "BOOM..."

Countless monstrous waves crashed against the seawall, sending up massive plumes of spray along the coastal highway.

The areas nearest to Dajing Bay were being drenched as if by a downpour, thanks to the roiling waves and flying spray.

Drivers on nearby roads, faced with the terrifying waves on the coastal side, either slammed on the gas in terror or immediately turned off at the nearest exit toward the inner city.

Pedestrians and tourists strolling along the seaside promenade discovered in horror that, in just a few moments, Dajing Bay had transformed into a churning, roaring, apocalyptic sea.

"AHH... Run... Tsunami!!!!!"

The screams of men and women rose and fell, punctuated by the frantic shouts of those who kept their wits about them.

An uncle walking his dog stared, trembling, at the massive waves rolling in from the sea. He was so stunned that he was yanked off his feet by the leash and practically dragged away by his large dog.

"Oh my god... Run!!"

"Oh... We’ll never outrun the waves!!!"

Countless people despaired, certain they were about to die in the massive waves.

"BOOM~" "BOOM~" "BOOM~"....

One massive wave after another crashed against the seawall and the beach. But contrary to their fears, the water didn’t flood East Great Capital. The great waves would simply shatter into countless droplets upon hitting the shore.

Aside from being terrified or getting drenched to the bone, no passersby were directly harmed by the waves, and there wasn’t a single case of drowning.

As more people realized this, they began to stand at a safe distance, staring dumbfounded at the raging Dajing Bay.

Both the Japanese military and the US Military immediately took notice of this extraordinary natural phenomenon.

Or rather, it was still unknown whether it was a natural phenomenon at all.

Once over Dajing Bay, Qin Xiaoxia no longer needed to rely solely on stepping on ice to stay aloft. A storm now enveloped his body, holding him suspended high in the air.

He looked down upon the sea from the perspective of a Celestial God.

Invisible to the naked eye, wild Magic Power enveloped a vast expanse of the sea, its boundary marked by the edges of the port near Dajing Bay’s coastline.

There was no need for an exaggeratedly large area. He only needed to create a few underwater whirlpools in key, concentrated spots, and the waves would automatically dissipate as they neared the coast.

It was still early morning, a time when the night boats had returned to port but the day’s fleet had not yet set sail. The few small boats on the water were miraculously pushed toward the shallows by the tide, where they docked at the nearest point, their crews still shaken.

Excluding all other factors, creating the entire "Magic Chain" zone had taken just over ten minutes. One can only imagine the speed at which boats farther from shore were swept in, and the terror of their crews. The entire process was basically a real-life version of *Scream*.

The passengers on the small yacht, the Sakura, were a perfect example.

Their all-night wild party had just ended when the boat went through ten-plus minutes of hell. Basically, everyone who could vomit, did.

With a violent CLANG, the side of the yacht slammed against the shore, which happened to be a roadside seawall. The sexy women and rich young masters aboard all scrambled off the boat and onto the highway, not caring in the least whether they were properly dressed.

All of this was captured by a TV station’s helicopter flying overhead.

Military helicopters were also just taking to the air, but they hadn’t issued any air traffic restrictions, only repeatedly urging citizens to evacuate to shelters.

But many of the citizens on the shore had already figured things out. Only those who were soaked by the cold seawater and couldn’t stand the chill left to change their clothes.

In a certain TV station’s helicopter, the cameraman and reporter were pointing their equipment at the bay below, a mixture of terror and excitement on their faces.

Thanks to advances in noise-canceling technology, the sound of the rotor blades wasn’t too jarring in the reporter’s microphone.

"Oh, oh... Viewers, are you seeing this? I think everyone here at Dajing Bay is as shocked as I am..."

"Dajing Bay is enraged... No, this is practically Sea God’s Fury! What could have caused this?"

"Our information department has learned that there were no typhoon or earthquake warnings, only some large-scale tornado phenomena. So what is causing these terrifying waves..."

This was clearly a reporter who would risk his life for a story. Not satisfied with the view, he started shouting for the pilot to fly directly over the bay.

"You’re insane!!! I’m not going over there!!!"

The pilot roared, venting his fear, already intending to turn back and land.

Several US Army helicopters had also arrived nearby. They were clearly far more sensitive to this situation than Japan was, and they ordered the TV station’s helicopter to turn back over the public radio channel.

"What? This is Japan!! What right do you have to order us back!?"

The reporter and cameraman roared in protest, but the pilot immediately backed down and followed the warning, pulling on the control stick to turn around.

...

"Quick, push through to the railing! We need to get there to see!!!"

Doudou sat on Zuo Zhongqiu’s shoulders, pointing and giving directions.

"Yes, Master Doudou!"

Three burly, muscular men of Schwarzenegger-level physique emerged from the rooftop exit of a building by the shore. They walked toward the railing, which was packed with people, and simply parted the crowd.

Many of the people around them only came up to their chins. Faced with such intimidating figures, they dared not voice their anger.

"HAHAHAHA, we made it, we made it!! Great Big Bro is awesome!!!"

At that moment, Doudou was the only one in the group capable of expressing any clear emotion. Hanato Doichi, Zuo Zhongqiu, and Clooney could only stare wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock as they gazed at the raging Dajing Bay.

A massive amount of water vapor churned and condensed, spontaneously forming a vast bank of dark clouds in the sky.

And at that very moment, in the center of Dajing Bay, a colossal vortex was forming.

Endless seawater rose and swirled. People at lower elevations might not have been able to appreciate it, but from the perspective of those on rooftops or in helicopters, the churning white vortex looked like an entrance to Hell...

’This... This is the power of the Peak of Dawn Saint... The power of Dawn’s one and only Master Sage...’

The three of them—Hanato, Zuo, and Clooney—finally understood why the Knight Commander had constantly mocked the reserves’ "laughable power." It truly was laughable!

...

So, what was Master Sage doing right now? And what was he thinking?

’Hahahaha, you unlucky bastard! If you’d hidden in the city, I would’ve had to be a bit more careful. But coming out to sea? You’re fucking asking for it!!!’

The great vortex in his sight was suffused with a faint purple Magic Power, like a roaring Sea Dragon.

A strange, black figure was struggling relentlessly, swept into the vortex by the currents it generated.

Like a black piece of clothing in a washing machine, it spun faster and faster, gradually nearing the center of the vortex.

The Puppet Demon Spirit unleashed all of its Magic Power but still couldn’t maintain its form. Qin Xiaoxia kindly provided it with a line of narration.

"Before the power of nature, living beings are so insignificant!"

His control over Magic Power was so effortless that it made Qin Xiaoxia re-evaluate his own mastery. The environment’s response was so intense, it was as if the sea itself utterly loathed the Demon Spirit.

Such a perfect storm of timing, location, and willing cooperation was a rare occurrence. It made him feel a bit dramatic with excitement, like a child playing a game, venting all the stress and fatigue from his recent busy schedule.

It might seem a bit over the top, but human psychology is a funny thing. Watching this scene wasn’t much different from watching a typhoon rage from behind a window at home. He was sure the government of Japan was capable of guiding public opinion!

"Do... I... Man...!!??"

A raspy, bizarre phrase in the Magic Language struggled to emerge from the bottom of the vortex. Due to the agitation of being in mortal danger, the vibrations from the Magic Language were powerfully amplified.

Not only could Qin Xiaoxia, cradled in the storm high above, hear it clearly, but even ordinary people along the bay’s shore could faintly make it out, though most dismissed it as an auditory illusion caused by the sound of the waves.

’This question again. It feels familiar. A pity I’m not an Elf.’

’I’m not going to answer you!’

Qin Xiaoxia had no intention of letting this psychologically twisted creature, this Demon Spirit, live. He didn’t even want to converse with it.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE....

At some point, the dark clouds in the sky had gathered until they were as black as ink. The area wasn’t large, covering only a few kilometers, but they roiled with bright flashes of electricity amidst muffled thunder.

"You know, I’ve never actually tested the effect of electricity on a Demon Spirit. You can be the first!"

As his words faded...

"CRACK-BOOM~" "BOOM~" "CRACK~"...

Countless bolts of lightning struck down from the thunderclouds, brilliantly illuminating the space beneath them. Most struck the sea randomly, but a small portion landed inside the vortex.