Ao Yuan ignored him, his body flashed and shrunk rapidly, landing on the small island.
He slowly flew towards John Crison.
The warriors from various countries surrounding them all showed fear, and instinctively made way for Ao Yuan.
What a joke.
Let alone the leaders of their own countries had already left.
The scene they had just witnessed was enough to make them not dare to be arrogant anymore.
To dare to be arrogant again would mean they truly had a screw loose.
"John Crison!"
Under the fearful gazes of numerous soldiers, Ao Yuan finally arrived before John Crison.
His eyes indifferently stared at John Crison, as if looking at a dead man.
"You have repeatedly troubled me, do you really think I have no temper?"
Upon hearing this, John Crison's body suddenly chilled. He could sense that Ao Yuan genuinely intended to kill him.
For a moment, he truly wanted to beg Ao Yuan for mercy.
But in the end, perhaps the pride of the United States made him stop.
"Ao Yuan!"
After steadying his emotions slightly, John Crison revealed a sinister smile, "Do you think you've won?"
"I tell you..."
*Swoosh!*
Before he could finish speaking, Ao Yuan's eyes sharpened, and a fierce wind suddenly rose.
Like a sharp, whistling long sword, it sent a chill through John Crison's entire body.
John Crison didn't even know what had happened when he suddenly felt an intense pain in his arm.
"Ah!"
He let out a shrill howl, and turning his head, he saw that his arm seemed to have been severed by a sharp sword, spurting blood incessantly.
His bloody arm lay not far from the ground.
"Boss, Boss, are you alright?"
Several generals from the United States beside him trembled, completely bewildered as to how Ao Yuan had done it.
Simultaneously, they anxiously moved closer to John Crison.
"You! You! You!" John Crison's face turned ashen pale due to the severe pain. He wanted to say something.
Ao Yuan calmly looked at him and directly interrupted, saying:
"Today, I've severed one of your arms. If you're not happy and want revenge, come at me!"
"But the premise is that you must be able to afford the price of provoking me."
"I can only give you one piece of advice: no matter how you try to deal with me, it will ultimately be in vain!"
"Because I am invincible on Planet Blue!"
With that, Ao Yuan didn't even glance at the people on the island. He leaped up, transformed into a giant dragon, and soared into the sky, departing.
Watching Ao Yuan's departing figure from afar, everyone on the island seethed with anger, their fists clenched tightly.
Arrogant!
Ao Yuan's words were utterly arrogant.
Although he had the upper hand today, did that mean he could disregard all humanity on Planet Blue?
They admitted his immense strength.
But human wisdom was infinite, and everyone believed that if the conflict continued, humanity would ultimately be the victor.
However, they all kept these thoughts buried deep within, not daring to speak them.
The oppressive aura Ao Yuan exuded was too terrifying!
Even John Crison, who had lost an arm, wisely chose to remain silent at this moment.
Only after Ao Yuan had left did they all heave a heavy sigh of relief.
"Fuck, fuck!"
As soon as Ao Yuan left, John Crison roared in anger, "Quickly go and ask those fleeing leaders what they are thinking, do they truly disregard our alliance?"
"Is Ao Yuan so difficult to bully, but I, John Crison, am easy to bully?"
Although he dared not target Ao Yuan for the moment, dealing with a few small countries was still well within his grasp.
The United States!
The overlord of Planet Blue was not merely a title.
After his anger subsided, John Crison's emotions gradually stabilized.
He turned to look at the distant island that had been struck by lightning and disappeared, his eyes narrowing. "Also, have someone monitor what happened over there."
"Does the destructive power surpass our secretly developed weapons?"
Speaking of which, he turned to look at his severed arm, his voice filled with murderous intent. "If not, analyze whether it can withstand our secret weapons. If it cannot, immediately issue an order: I must make him die!"
There would inevitably be further conflicts between the United States and Ao Yuan. John Crison was confident that the United States would be the ultimate victor.
But confidence was not arrogance; he still understood the need to learn more about Ao Yuan's methods.
The saying "know yourself and your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles" never went out of style, regardless of the era.
As John Crison issued a series of commands, his subordinates quickly became busy.
Meanwhile, John Crison, under escort, was urgently heading to the island's medical team.
After all, if possible, he did not want to appear in public with only one arm in the future!
...
However, not long after.
Within the medical team.
"Fuck! What are you saying, say it again!"
In a hospital room, John Crison, whose bleeding had just been stopped, grabbed a person in a white coat with a dark expression.
"M-Mr. John."
This person in a white coat was intimidated by John Crison, his face pale and stuttering, "I don't want this to happen either."
"But... but there seems to be a strange power in the severed arm that the United States' current medical technology cannot reattach!"
"Fuck!"
"Do you believe I'll kill you before I kill Ao Yuan!"
John Crison's expression was like that of a fierce ghost.
If his arm truly couldn't be reattached, it would be an unbearable humiliation for him.
Ao Yuan had left him with a monumental disgrace!
Every time he saw it, it would undoubtedly provoke him.
"I... I..."
The person in the white coat looked at John Crison's face, his complexion growing paler, devoid of any color.
He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to. After all, the facts were undeniable.
Finally, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up. "I heard that our country is conducting research on biological genetics."
"Hmm?" John Crison's eyes sharpened, revealing his murderous intent.
The person in the white coat grew even paler. He believed that if he didn't provide a perfect explanation later, he would surely die.
"Your hand is severed, but if we can combine it with other biological elements, you could regain an arm, and that arm would even gain greater power!" The person in the white coat swallowed.
This was a sudden idea. Since biological research could alter a person, it should also be able to alter an arm.
Attaching a modified arm to John Crison's body would be extremely difficult.
But he felt he had to fight for his life, no matter what.
John Crison, in his rage, didn't think too much about it. His murderous intent intensified.
"Do you think I'll believe your nonsensical talk?"
"You die!"
John Crison pulled out the pistol tucked at his waist and aimed it at the person in the white coat.
The person in the white coat wore a bitter expression. Although he wasn't entirely confident,
If John Crison didn't believe him, he would die right now.
Fortunately, at this moment, a general from the United States walked in with a serious expression.
"Mr. John, I have something important to report!"
"What is it!" John Crison glanced at the newcomer, tossed the person in the white coat aside, and asked coldly.