Seeing the two of them react this way, Ian waved his hand, signaling the old Tang Sect Leader that there was no need for such tension.
"We appreciate the Tang Sect Leader's kind intentions."
"As for the core combat, we won't trouble the members of the Tang Sect."
"However," Ian's tone shifted, his gaze falling upon the old Tang Sect Leader and the nearby Head of the Zhao Family. "To avoid friendly fire, someone needs to accompany us. The battlefield will be chaotic; if our own personnel or other important targets are mixed in, we'll need you to identify them promptly."
Before they could even process the request, Ian began assigning tasks.
"Celestial Master."
Zhang Zhiwei, now in his middle-aged appearance, stepped forward, his presence as heavy and immovable as a mountain.
"That Ninja Leader from Bihe Mountain—he's yours."
"Understood, Sect Leader." Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly. Within his calm eyes, a thunderstorm seemed to be brewing.
Ian then looked at Lu Ci, whose killing intent was so thick it had practically solidified.
"Lu Ci."
"The samurai named Eita is yours."
The crimson in Lu Ci's eyes flared even brighter. He ground his teeth with an audible creak and squeezed a single word from between them: "Good!"
Ian continued the roll call.
"The Feng family will be responsible for handling that Onmyoji and his summons."
Feng Zhenghao, Feng Shayuan, and Feng Xingtong responded in unison.
"Zhang Chulan."
Hearing his name, Zhang Chulan replied instantly, "Sect Leader, present!"
"There should be a few big, stupid samurai types over there. They look thick-skinned and sturdy; go take care of them."
"No problem!"
"As for the rest," Ian's gaze swept over Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, Feng Baobao, and the other experts. "Clear out the remaining ninja guards and any other potential threats yourselves. Remember."
Ian's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a bone-chilling frost. "The only requirement for this operation is: do not let them die too easily."
A sharp light glinted in the old Tang Sect Leader's single eye as he heard this, his fingers tightening on his armrest. The Head of the Zhao Family trembled, a warm current of emotion surging through him.
Ian raised his hand again. Vroom—
The miraculous light screen reappeared, but this time, the perspective zoomed out rapidly. The interior of the tent faded away, replaced by a bird's-eye view of the entire Japanese encampment.
Countless mustard-yellow tents were burrowed into the land that didn't belong to them like parasites. Defensive works were everywhere—sandbag bunkers, barbed wire, and clearly visible machine-gun nests glinting with a cold, metallic luster. One could even vaguely see several infantry cannons covered by camouflage netting.
This was a standard Japanese regimental base, housing nearly four thousand troops.
The old Tang Sect Leader sucked in a breath of cold air, his face turning incredibly grim.
"Sect Leader!" he spoke up urgently, his voice laced with worry. "This... this is an entire Japanese regiment! There are thousands of soldiers! Their defenses are airtight, and they have heavy firepower! If we storm the camp directly, the risk is far too great!"
The old Sect Leader's voice grew frantic. "We outcasts may have miraculous means, but against an organized military—especially a volley of gunfire and artillery—we must not be careless! Once discovered and surrounded, the consequences will be unthinkable! In this old man's opinion, it is better to avoid their main force and wait for an opportunity, perhaps when their main strength is deployed elsewhere and the camp is empty..."
"There is no need."
Ian cut him off calmly, a faint smile even appearing on his face. He turned to Zhang Chulan and the others. "The target coordinates have already been transmitted to your consciousness."
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Chulan, the Celestial Master, Lu Ci, and all the other outcasts about to go to war felt a 3D map vividly appear in their minds, marked with precise coordinates and routes.
"The target is 1,500 kilometers from here." Ian pointed a finger toward the northeastern horizon. "You must arrive within five hours."
"That will be exactly at sunrise."
"In the brilliance of the morning sun, in broad daylight, you will crush every last one of the invaders!"
He completely ignored the old Tang Sect Leader's warnings about guns and cannons. His tone and posture suggested that crushing a Japanese regiment of four thousand men was as casual and easy as stepping on an ant.
These words instantly ignited the blood of the gathered outcasts. National shame, family vendettas, and the newly acquired power—countless emotions intertwined and transformed into a blazing battle intent!
Because of this intense emotional upheaval, the magnetic field power within many of them began to rotate faster of its own accord, their strength climbing invisibly once again! Especially for the older generation like Lu Ci who had personally lived through the war!
Crackle!
Blinding electrical arcs erupted uncontrollably from their bodies. The bluestone ground beneath their feet instantly turned to dust, and their violent killing intent nearly tore the surrounding air apart!
"One more thing," Ian added before they left. "Why aren't you moving yet? If you run too slowly, there won't be anyone left for you to kill!"
BOOM!!!
This sentence completely set off the excitement and rage in everyone's hearts. Zhang Chulan grabbed the dazed Great Elder of the Tang Sect and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
Great Elder: "???"
On the other side, Zhang Lingyu followed suit. Though his movements were gentler, he quickly placed the equally shocked Head of the Zhao Family on his back.
Head of the Zhao Family: "!!!"
They didn't even have time to express opposition or bewilderment. Ian gave the command!
"Move out!"
"Kill!"
Someone let out a low growl, and the crowd shouted "Kill" in unison as electricity began to surge across their bodies.
Then, ZZZT—!!!
In that same instant, nearly a hundred figures erupted with incredibly intense electrical light and magnetic field fluctuations! The air was instantly torn and ionized, letting out a violent roar like a massive thunderstorm!
In the next breath!
Nearly a hundred streaks of light shot out like meteors, tearing through the night curtain. With an unmatched momentum, they charged toward the northeast! Their speed surpassed sound, surpassed logic, and surpassed everything the members of the Tang Sect could comprehend!
At the original spot, only a group of dumbfounded, petrified Tang Sect disciples remained, staring blankly at the fading light on the horizon.
...
A distance of 1,500 kilometers is an unreachable, grueling journey for ordinary people. But for the magnetic field powerhouses currently racing at top speed via "Current Push," it was only a few hours' travel.
They moved faster than a bullet train, their figures pulling long trails of light across the darkened earth. Beneath them, rolling mountains, winding rivers, and sleeping villages retreated at high speed like a blurred scroll.
The powerful electrical force maintained their ultra-high-speed raid, consuming the energy within their bodies. But simultaneously, their power was being stimulated and grown by their boiling battle intent and killing intent.
Lu Ci took the lead. His eyes remained crimson the entire time, fixed dead-ahead on the northeast as if he could already see the enemy he dreamt of every night. With electrical arcs coiling around him, his speed was actually still rising.
The Great Elder and Head of the Zhao Family, carried by Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, experienced a literal version of "lightning speed." The violent airflow was blocked by an invisible force field, but the visual impact gave these two elders, who had seen many storms in their lives, bouts of dizziness and heart palpitations.
The earth vanished beneath them; the stars streaked overhead. This mythical level of speed completely overturned the worldview they had built over decades.
Is this "Magnetic Field Martial Arts"? Is this the power of these "Magnetic Field Sect" outcasts from the future?
Shock—unparalleled shock. In their hearts, besides awe for this power, a glimmer of unprecedented hope rose.
Perhaps, there really was salvation for this era of suffering.