The remaining seven jets instantly executed a large loop in the sky, soaring towards the distance.

By the time Wang Ye’s right arm had healed, the distance between the remaining seven jets and him had already extended to ten kilometers away.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to continue throwing with his left hand, but after injuring one arm, he was unable to maintain his balance. Usually, the swinging arm when throwing generates a strong recoil like firing a rocket launcher,

requiring the other hand to move backward to maintain body balance and prevent the body from tilting backward due to the recoil.

When he used the right arm to throw, the left arm’s role was to maintain balance.

But now the right arm was severely injured.

Trying to throw with the left arm would reduce the power significantly.

This situation was within Wang Ye’s expectations,

so he did not intend to use the same trick twice.

He believed that all the pilots capable of flying J-20s were elite among elites,

one can doubt their attitude, but must not doubt their combat literacy and intelligence.

This time, Wang Ye took advantage of the opponent’s underestimation, using the Throwing Skill to defeat three pilots. The remaining seven pilots would definitely adjust their attitude and absorb lessons, formulating an effective countermeasure in a short time, making it very difficult to defeat them with the same trick again.

Wang Ye roughly calculated the time, it was about three minutes after the start of the run, which was currently his limit endurance level according to the statistics. Based on the other side’s perception, his endurance should be near its limit now, and as long as he consumed a few more seconds, he would completely run out of energy and enter a period of laziness, unable to continue to explode at supersonic speeds.

But now he had consumed five grams of uranium, not to mention three minutes, even thirty minutes of supersonic cruise posed no pressure to him.

But the current seven pilots and the military officers observing did not know about this.

So he could use this information gap to launch a surprise attack.

With this thought, Wang Ye gradually slowed his pace and actively cut off the body’s automatic recovery. About ten seconds later, his speed slowed to almost a stop. At the same time, he appeared to have countless severe injury marks on the outside, such as fractures and abrasions/burns over most areas, with even most fascia torn and blood vessels broken.

It was almost identical to Wang Ye’s state after completing the supersonic test seven days ago. It seemed as if he really couldn’t continue running at supersonic speed. Even with Wang Ye’s terrifying recovery ability, it would take some effort to heal injuries of this degree.

At the same time.

After observing Wang Ye’s slowing down...

Several jets immediately targeted Wang Ye and released a precision-guided bomb.

Whoosh!!

This bomb was a gliding type that, upon release, would unfold its gliding wings, resembling a small glider, capable of orientation adjustments through the guidance device at the bomb’s front, with some tracking ability.

The soaring speed of this bomb was extremely fast, reaching a distance of ten kilometers in about a few dozen seconds.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye still remained in place, recovering from his injuries,

seemingly unaware of the approaching danger.

Until the bomb crashed to the ground, in an instant, a massive amount of smoke and flames erupted, with thick black smoke engulfing a hundred-meter radius.

"It’s a hit!"

"Indeed, Wang Ye didn’t evade! His stamina was truly exhausted by us! It seems the physical examination statistics from seven days ago still hold some reference value; Wang Ye’s endurance limit is indeed around three minutes."

"Don’t be complacent, continue to locate the target!"

The remaining seven pilots were overjoyed,

but their battle-hardened experiences didn’t allow them to relax their vigilance,

but to focus more keenly on infrared imaging to observe the bomb explosion area.

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Meanwhile,

in the meeting room remotely viewing the battleground,

intense discussions began.

"Was it successful?"

"It seems successful, the bomb hit Wang Ye."

"Yes, he stopped in place to recover his wounds after exhausting his stamina and didn’t notice the bomb flying toward him."

"Isn’t Wang Ye’s perception range in the statistics up to thirty kilometers? Why did it fail at this crucial moment?"

"Perhaps the wounds are too severe, affecting his perception. I’ve experienced severe injuries, buzzing noises in my ears rendered me incapable of hearing external sounds."

"When he instantly threw out three projectiles to obliterate three J-20s, I really thought he was going to win this live drill, didn’t expect it to just be this."

"This guy possesses great capabilities, be it speed, strength, or combat skills; they’re at a perfect level. It’s just a pity he didn’t have an accurate understanding of his own capabilities, if he could have saved some stamina, the result might not have been like this."

Among all the officers present, some were smug, while others felt regretful. But most believed that had Wang Ye performed normally with the power demonstrated, the outcome wouldn’t have been like this.

However, during the discussion, someone suddenly realized,

Could Wang Ye have suffered serious injuries or even the risk of death due to the bomb blast?

"By the way, can Wang Ye really withstand such a level of explosion?"

"No matter how strong he is, he’s still made of flesh and blood. With human skin density, it’s likely he’ll be blown down to just a skeleton in an instant."