The smell of solid fuel lingered in Wang Ye’s nostrils,

a peculiar scent from the flame expelled from the missile’s tail,

Facing the remaining four incoming missiles head-on, Wang Ye accelerated in the air once more, but this time he wasn’t stepping on air, rather the missile bodies soaring at several times the speed of sound.

Boom boom boom!!

The titanium alloy bodies twisted and dented under Wang Ye’s terrifying stomp, but did not explode immediately.

Instead, they were forcefully kicked off their original trajectory, flying in a distorted path.

Wang Ye flickered continuously amidst the missile rain, executing five consecutive maneuvers, all within less than half a second, creating a continuous Kármán vortex street behind him. The so-called Kármán vortex street is a phenomenon in fluid dynamics where alternating vortices form as fluid flows past a cylindrical or blunt body, causing chaotic yet patterned large-scale movement of air.

The sudden turbulent airflow made the already chaotic missile group even more skewed, leading to uncontrollable self-detonation. Four or five missiles exploded out of control simultaneously in the air, creating a terrifying scene akin to two colliding meteors about to crash from the sky, scattering deadly shrapnel onto Wang Ye’s latissimus dorsi, sparking numerous flecks like a blacksmith hammering quenched steel. Yet, they couldn’t waver his physical body.

His Herculean physique was cloaked in smoke, with skin exuding endless dense mist above hundreds of degrees Celsius, generated from his body’s heat during the movement,

Previously he could only emit a hundred degrees Celsius mist, not due to being limited to that temperature, but because his internal energy was already insufficient at that level, forcing him to cease output.

However, now, after consuming five grams of uranium, his internal energy is nearly inexhaustible, allowing him to release heat rising from an initial hundred degrees up to almost a thousand degrees Celsius. The mere airflow from his nostrils can ignite mountainous infernos, or directly scorch an individual to carbonization, since ordinary human skin carbonizes at merely six hundred twenty-seven degrees Celsius.

Yet, this remains below the limit of Wang Ye’s heat endurance. Despite his internal organs and flesh being burned and evaporated to near dryness, injuries will recover within half a second, and the loss of moisture won’t affect his health or life. Up till now, his body only requires a tiny amount of water for metabolic activities, and this minimal water won’t be evaporated by the heat as his body naturally forms a membrane around it, insulating it from high temperatures.

Wang Ye would only truly be burned to death by a full-spectrum roasting of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius.

After destroying the five missiles behind him, Wang Ye turned his head back again,

only to find the two missiles he previously threw hadn’t directly headed toward the five fighter jets, instead being guided by their systems to circle a few times before crashing into each other and exploding.

Thus, these nearly ten missiles were all individually neutralized by Wang Ye alone. This process of facing off against the missiles seemed prolonged, yet, from when Wang Ye engaged the first missile to when all nearly ten were destroyed, only a mere three seconds had passed. Even the explosion’s smoke still hung in the air.

Meanwhile, the observing pilots and officers,

hadn’t yet grasped what happened, as ten missiles had already exploded out of control.

In their eyes, Wang Ye was merely a dark flash,

soon followed by the missile group being disturbed and thrown into chaos and loss of control,

only two seconds had passed, and the missile group capable of demolishing a building,

just self-destructed in the sky.

And the figure within the explosion range seemed entirely unaffected.

"This... this..."

"How is this possible..."

"My god!"

"Wang Ye’s speed is too fast!!"

"He actually harnessed the missiles to rapidly maneuver in the air over short distances!"

"Nearly ten missiles didn’t cause a single scratch on Wang Ye?!"

"Is it a problem with the missiles, or is Wang Ye too strong?"

In reality, everyone present was well aware that the missiles equipped on the J-20, the most advanced PL-10 short-range air-to-air missiles, couldn’t possibly have any flaws. The sole explanation was Wang Ye’s unparalleled strength, so profound it defies reasoning.

The pilots in the five fighter jets were even more astounded, as they were closest to Wang Ye, feeling most acutely the shock of him evading missiles and maneuvering multiple times within three seconds.

Such a spectacle can’t even be replicated in a Marvel blockbuster, for special effects are fundamentally rooted in human imagination, whereas the speed Wang Ye showcased transcended human imagination itself, with his figure beyond the capture of human eyes. All they could do is roughly speculate Wang Ye’s movements through combined sensory coordination.

Were Wang Ye to display this speed on the ground, evading bomb missiles would be understandable, given his actual running speed was supersonic, and the flexibility in navigating and controlling during his run would make shrugging off missiles seemingly effortless,

but note, Wang Ye is in the air now,