Chapter 531: Chapter 361: Barehanded Throwing, Destroying Fighter Jets! (Part 2)

"Then... let’s begin!"

Wang Ye’s gaze instantly locked onto the three fighter jets directly ahead.

Immediately, he swiftly used the Bone Shrinking Skill, turning his right arm into a soft whip.

Then he grew three segments of Bone Blades, each wedged between his fingers.

All these transformations happened in the blink of an eye, and no one noticed the changes in his body.

This was because his running speed remained at 1.2 Mach,

an astonishing pace whether in step frequency or arm swinging.

Even the most advanced high-speed cameras couldn’t capture his movements now.

Following that, Wang Ye swung his right arm instantly while running.

His right arm, like a soft whip, was propelled by force, breaking the sound barrier at the tip in an instant,

and then continued to break double, triple, and even quadruple the speed of sound during its motion!

Eventually, it stabilized at five to six times the speed of sound.

Bang!!!

The sound was like a sudden thunderclap on a clear day, with three silver lights shooting out violently.

They flew toward the three fighter jets directly ahead of Wang Ye.

The reason Wang Ye used only three Bone Blades

was that the more Bone Blades, the heavier the weight, and the slower his throwing speed would be,

even though the peak speed of the three Bone Blades was already as high as 5 Mach,

after flying three kilometers, the speed would drop to below 2 Mach.

Currently, his opponents were J-20s with speeds far exceeding 2 Mach.

If the speed continued to decrease, there would be a risk of missing the target.

However, Wang Ye only had one chance to throw, so he couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

After throwing the three Bone Blades, Wang Ye’s entire right arm suffered a comminuted fracture.

His skin turned liver-colored due to the reverse flow of blood.

For an ordinary person, such an arm injury would undoubtedly require amputation.

Wang Ye didn’t feel much better either.

His speed slowed considerably, almost dropping below 1 Mach.

Fortunately, he forcibly absorbed some uranium elements and replenished his depleted energy just in time.

Meanwhile,

the three Bone Blades thrown out,

after several seconds of flight, suddenly struck the tail fins of the three jets.

The internal explosion ability developed after Soul Chaser level 5 instantly unleashed, emitting infinite compressed Primordial Qi in an instant in all directions.

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, countless metal fragments exploded,

causing the balance of the three jets to skew and plunge straight toward the ground.

Sitting in the cabin, the pilots hurriedly manipulated the controls, struggling to maintain balance, barely keeping stability. Fortunately, Wang Ye deliberately aimed at the least impactful tail fin, so they hadn’t completely lost maneuverability.

But inside the cabins of these three jets, urgent alarm sounds and red lights began to flash, indicating serious damage to their jets, making further normal flight and combat impossible.

And they hadn’t realized what exactly struck them.

This was because the three Bone Blades Wang Ye threw were too small.

They were almost the size of a small fruit knife.

This size of metal couldn’t be detected by the radar of a fighter jet. Designers could never anticipate such a small object would unleash such tremendous power.

Just as the pilots of the three jets were bewildered,

in the meeting room,

the previously calm officers suddenly erupted into a commotion.

"What happened?!"

"How could three jets have their tail fins damaged simultaneously?"

"Did our J-20s malfunction during the combat exercise?"

"Malfunction? How is that possible?"

"How could three J-20s malfunction at the same time!?"

Everyone’s expressions were unusually serious; a malfunction in a simulation exercise was no small matter!

It must be known that countless influential individuals’ eyes were watching this simulation exercise,

and a malfunction at this time would have extremely serious repercussions.

A quick-reacting officer immediately pulled up the previous video replay,

and in the replay, the three fighters didn’t show signs of damage out of nowhere. Instead, three nearly undetectable silver lights swept toward the jets’ tail fins before the scene unfolded.

What amazed them most was the incredible speed of those three silver lights. One moment, they were outside the camera’s view; the next moment, the three jets were already damaged. This indicated that those three silver lights probably also reached speeds multiple times the speed of sound.

"No, it’s not a malfunction with the J-20; an unknown flying object hit their tail fins."

"Unknown flying object? How could there be such a powerful flying object here?"

"Judging by the size, it shouldn’t be a missile or a bullet; bullets wouldn’t have such range and power."

"Plus, we’ve previously checked; within a hundred kilometers, no other units are present."

"In other words... only Wang Ye?"

"Could it be... that Wang Ye threw the flying object?!"

These words stunned everyone in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Throwing? You’re saying these objects traveling multiple times the speed of sound and easily destroying jets... were thrown by a human arm? Putting aside why they would be so powerful, just the speed alone is absurd... bear in mind that even air-to-air missiles on fighter jets don’t travel this fast.

Immediately,

the entire meeting room fell into prolonged silence.

Finally, the officer from the air force broke the silence first, gesturing, "Recall those three jets to the hangar for repairs and check if the pilots are injured. Wang Ye held back; if he had hit the mid-section of the jets, those three J-20s and their elite pilots would have been lost."

The surrounding officers nodded; if Wang Ye had hit the mid-section of the jet, they didn’t dare imagine the severe consequences.

Although fighter jets are extremely expensive, they’re far less important than elite pilots. It’s estimated a J-20 costs nearly 100 million USD, but compared to the training cost of a pilot, it’s a mere fraction. Pilots capable of flying fifth-generation jets are each elite among elites, needing years or even decades of training, facing many life-and-death moments to become qualified J-20 pilots.

Besides time costs, there are the expensive usual training costs, equipment maintenance expenses, including many simulators, real combat exercises’ resources, and wear and tear on the aircraft. All these far outstrip the cost of a J-20.

Fortunately, Wang Ye held back this time, or this combat exercise could have cost at least 10 billion USD...

Old Yi also shook his head, sighing, "It seems our skills are inferior. Now it’s up to the remaining seven pilots to formulate tactics."

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Just as the other pilots thought victory was assured, they suddenly heard that three teammates had been hit by an unknown flying object and had returned to the hangar awaiting repairs.

They hurriedly began communicating with each other.

"What happened?"

"It was Wang Ye, he made a move."

"I got word from the officer that three J-20s had their tail fins cut off and couldn’t continue flying."

"How did he do it?"

"I’ve been watching him; he didn’t jump, so how did he suddenly attack?"

"Not sure, it might be some kind of long-range attack method."

"This is bad... the statistics are off. Wang Ye still has hidden cards."

"We planned to delay until three minutes later when he exhausted his stamina, then attack... but who would have thought Wang Ye still had a long-range attack means and would strike before running out of energy."

"What now?"

"Pull back, don’t let Wang Ye defeat more of us."

"Pull back to ten kilometers out, continue draining his energy until it’s completely depleted."

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