Chapter 419 Accepting the Challenge, Live Broadcast Globally

"Xiao Jue, what do you think?" Chief Zhang's voice rang out in the command center. He didn't look at the screen, but looked at Zhou Jue.

All eyes turned from the man in golden armor to Zhou Jue.

She not only represents the highest combat power in China, but also has gathered together the two ancient beings that have awakened.

“He is not a demigod,” Zhou Jue said. “To be more precise, he is a vessel.”

"A disposable consumable that was forcibly catalyzed to carry some kind of high-dimensional energy."

"One-time use?" Commander Qi seized on this key word.

“Yes.” Zhou Jue nodded, recalling the data analysis transmitted by the system: “His body cells are dividing and decaying at an extremely high rate, like an overcharged battery, shiny on the surface but riddled with holes inside.”

"He can't maintain this state for long. Either he'll run out of energy and turn into a puddle of mud, or... his body won't be able to take it and he'll explode."

"This Ares is a suicide soldier. From the very beginning, the US never intended for him to come back alive."

After hearing this, Chen Jianguo slammed his fist on the table: "Madmen! They're a bunch of complete madmen!"

"Using a living person to conduct such inhumane experiments, just to prove a point?"

“They’re not fighting for pride,” Sun Jiuchou said slowly, adjusting his glasses. “They’re trying to save themselves.”

"The emergence of the Kunlun Sword Sect has caused the 'partner faction' and the 'vassal faction' to completely side with us, and the international influence of the United States is collapsing at an unprecedented speed."

"If they can't produce a force that can rival us, let alone dominate the world, they will even split up internally due to panic."

Sun Jiuchou pointed to the arrogant golden-armored man on the screen.

"Therefore, they had to create a 'god'."

"Even if this god is fake or temporary, as long as he can win once, it can buy the US precious breathing time and stabilize those wavering allies."

"They're betting that we won't dare to accept the challenge, or that we will accept it but lose."

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

Everyone understands that this is an open and aboveboard strategy by the US.

They put the battlefield under the global spotlight and placed their bets on the table.

If you go, you might fall into their trap, since they are willing to pay any price.

If you don't go, it's tantamount to admitting to the whole world that the "immortals" of China are afraid of the "gods" of the West.

The absolutes that were previously established will collapse in an instant.

"What makes them think that this 'one-off' Ares can win?" Cheng Gan asked, unconvinced.

"Because they know nothing of our power."

Zhou Jue stood up, walked to the holographic screen, and looked at the golden-armored man on the screen.

"In their eyes, perhaps only the mountain-cutting and seawater-diverting techniques I filmed before are things that modern technology can achieve. As for the cultivators of the Kunlun Sword Sect, they have never seen them."

"And the energy injected into Ares's body will indeed exceed the power we have shown before when it explodes, and may even exceed the power of an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator."

"They risked the life of one of our most powerful warriors for the life of one of their own. They thought it was a worthwhile deal, since the outcome of defeat was not much different from defeat without a fight."

“Then we…” Commander Qi looked at Zhou Jue.

"Fight," Zhou Jue said firmly.

"We must not only fight, but we must fight so that the whole world can see it, and we must fight so that they will never dare to have any illusions again."

"The world is undergoing tremendous changes, and we don't have time to waste on these flies. Perfect timing, let's take them down once and for all."

She turned to look at Chief Zhang and Commander Qi: "We need the global live streaming rights for this match, all platforms, all channels, without delay or cuts."

"We want the whole world to see clearly how vulnerable man-made false gods are in the face of true power."

Chief Zhang looked at Zhou Jue, and saw not a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the phone on the table.

"Connect to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Tell the US that we accept this challenge."

"In addition, inform the Geneva authorities to coordinate with global media that we are going to conduct a... live public broadcast."

...

The news of China's acceptance of the challenge spread around the world within ten minutes.

The entire global internet was completely ignited.

Eastern Immortals vs. Western Gods.

Kunlun vs. Olympus.

This showdown, which countless netizens have dreamed of, is actually about to take place.

[My God! It's really going to be a fight! Right here in Geneva!]

Is this a preview of a mythological war? I feel like I'm living in an epic!

[That Ares from the US looks really fierce, covered in lightning, like Thor.]

[The person upstairs is ignorant! Our Kunlun Sword Sect has sword immortals! A single flying sword can take a person's head from a thousand miles away!]

Where are the gamblers? The betting has started! I'm betting on China Kunlun to win!

It's hard to say. The US came prepared this time, and their technology is quite advanced. Maybe that golden armor has some kind of advanced technology.

All eyes were on Geneva a week later.

However, the atmosphere in the expert apartments at Yunlan University was somewhat strange.

Lu Changfeng and a group of Kunlun disciples were gathered around a huge television screen, watching the news replay intently.

When they saw the golden-armored man named "Ares" challenge the Kunlun Immortal by name, a young disciple couldn't help but stand up.

"Elder! This is outrageous! These barbarians from the West dare to provoke Kunlun!"

"That's right! Elder, please allow this disciple to fight! We must show that barbarian the power of the Kunlun Sword Technique!"

A group of young and spirited disciples were filled with enthusiasm and volunteered to fight.

Lu Changfeng waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.

His gaze fell on the lightning spear in the hand of the golden-armored man on the screen, his brows furrowed.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that the opponent's power was somewhat abnormal, violent and unstable.

Even so, the strength of that power was enough to frighten him.

He asked himself honestly, if he were to face them, his chances of winning... were probably only 90%.

"Elder, what's wrong?" The disciple beside him noticed his seriousness.

Lu Changfeng sighed and remained silent.

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open.

Zhou Jue and Cheng Gan walked in.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou!" Upon seeing this, Lu Changfeng quickly stood up and bowed.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect immediately quieted down and stood respectfully to the side, filled with awe for this powerful figure whose cultivation level was unfathomable.

"Please sit down," Zhou Jue said, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite.

She walked to the television and glanced at the frozen image.

"What do you think?" she asked Lu Changfeng.

A hint of shame appeared on Lu Changfeng's face. He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, this person... is very strong. This old man... is not confident of victory."

He was telling the truth.

The sect had just been unsealed, and the ten-thousand-year seal had left his cultivation somewhat unstable, not yet fully recovered to its peak state. The strength he could actually unleash now was probably only at the early Nascent Soul stage. In addition, the spiritual energy of this world had not yet fully recovered, putting him at a disadvantage in battle.

Moreover, it's clear that the other side is determined to fight to the death.

It's not worth using the last remaining top fighting force of Kunlun to exchange lives with a "one-time" madman. Once he recovers, let him fight again; he can easily destroy his country.

“That’s not what I’m asking you.” Zhou Jue shook his head.

She turned around, looked at Lu Changfeng, and then glanced at the Kunlun disciples present.

"I'm asking whether the US has specifically challenged the 'Kunlun Immortal'."

"Do you want the name 'Kunlun' to win this battle in front of the whole world?"

Lu Changfeng was stunned.

The Kunlun disciples present were also stunned.

One disciple couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Even the elders aren't confident, so what about us..."

"You guys are no good."

Zhou Jue interrupted him directly.

"But some people can do it."

She looked at Cheng Gan, who understood and stepped forward, releasing his late-stage Nascent Soul aura without reservation. The Kunlun disciples felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe.

They stared at Cheng Gan in shock, then at Zhou Jue, and realized that Cheng Gan's "sparring" with their elders earlier was not even a warm-up.

Zhou Jue looked at Lu Changfeng, whose face had turned pale, and slowly spoke.

"A week later, Cheng Gan will represent Kunlun in the battle."

"In this battle, she will use the Kunlun sword technique."

"Who among you is willing to teach her?"