nashuaworldcup Chapter 758 Heroes Return Home
Chapter 758 Heroes Return Home
"Okay, Dad."
His voice was somewhat low, but it quickly returned to calm.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of things at home."
"Okay," Zhang Leiyuan responded, then paused and added, "Be careful on the road."
The communication was disconnected.
Zhang Heng put the illustrated guide back into his pocket, took a deep breath, and suppressed his surging emotions.
He glanced one last time at the direction where the pink streak of light had disappeared—there was nothing there anymore.
Then, he turned around and slowly landed on the champion's private jet that was still hovering below.
Inside the cabin, the crew was frantically checking various instruments.
With Latias's departure, the strange super-energy completely dissipated, and the aircraft's various indicators finally returned to normal.
Upon seeing Zhang Heng step into the cabin, the captain was the first to rush over, his pale face, etched with gratitude and lingering fear.
"Young Master Zhang! Are you alright?! What was that just now...?"
Zhang Heng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to ask any more questions: "It's all resolved. Can the plane still fly normally?"
"Yes! Yes!" the captain nodded repeatedly.
"All systems are back to normal, and we are ready to take off at any time!"
"Let's go then." Zhang Heng returned to his seat, fastened his seatbelt, and said, "Back to South China."
"Yes!"
As the roar of the engines resumed, the champion's private plane, which had survived a harrowing hijacking, finally broke through the night sky again and flew steadily towards South China.
The rest of the voyage was smooth.
There are no more strange superpowers, no more sudden spacetime rifts, and no more masked deities.
Only the ever-growing moon outside the window quietly accompanied the lonely plane as it traversed the clouds, the night, and countless mountains and rivers.
As the plane began to descend and pass through the clouds, Zhang Heng looked out the window and saw the familiar lights below—that was South China, his hometown.
The plane landed smoothly.
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The hatch slowly opened, and the night breeze carrying a familiar scent rushed in.
Zhang Heng stood up, straightened his white coat, and walked towards the cabin door.
Then--
"The hero has returned!!!"
A loud shout rang in his ears like a thunderclap!
Zhang Heng was stunned. Before he could react, the scene before him made him freeze in place.
The airport tarmac was brightly lit.
At least twenty fiery horses were neatly arranged in two rows, their manes burning with intense flames, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.
Beside them stood equally neatly lined-up Röntgen cats, their golden eyes gleaming with an electromagnetic light, their tails held high, ready to unleash their skills at any moment.
In the sky, several valiant eagles circled and soared, their broad wings spreading out and casting elegant shadows in the moonlight.
“Everyone has——!”
A majestic voice rang out.
The next second—
The fiery horses raised their front hooves in unison, and blazing flames erupted from beneath their hooves, transforming into pillars of fire that shot into the sky!
The Röntgen cats roared to the sky, and golden lightning burst forth from their bodies, weaving into a dazzling electric net that collided with the Flame Horse's pillar of fire in mid-air!
The Warrior Eagle flapped its wings suddenly, and the blue wind blades shot out like countless sharp arrows towards the intertwined fire and electric net!
"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"
Fire, electricity, and flight—three different attributes of skills collided violently in the air, exploding into dazzling fireworks! It wasn't destruction, but celebration—a unique display of camaraderie among comrades, a medallion of skills woven together!
Beneath the fireworks, a group of Chinese soldiers in military uniform stood in neat rows. Each of them stood ramrod straight, their eyes piercing, and they shouted in unison:
Welcome home, heroes!
Welcome home, heroes!
The sound was as loud as a bell, resounding through the night sky and deeply moving!
Zhang Heng was stunned.
His gaze slowly swept over the faces—some young, some weathered, some he recognized, and some he had never seen before.
But he knew that these people were his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him on the South China Sea battlefield.
Those figures who never retreated amidst the gunfire and energy turbulence, those warriors who held their ground even under Kyurem's freezing breath.
Those soldiers whose eyes still burned with an indomitable flame after the three champions fell one after another—
They are all here.
Zhang Heng's gaze finally settled on the tall, slender figure standing at the very front.
Tang Jingchuan.
Huahai Champion.
Beside him, a colossal steel behemoth floated silently—Genesect.
Its once smooth and cold metal body is now covered with large patches of repair marks, the marks left after it was severely damaged on the South China Sea battlefield, medals for it and its trainer who went through life and death trials together.
Zhang Heng strode forward and stopped in front of Tang Jingchuan, his voice filled with undisguised doubt and emotion:
"Champion Tang...why is this...?"
Tang Jingchuan remained silent.
He simply looked quietly at the young man in front of him.
The moonlight shone on Zhang Heng, illuminating his slightly tired yet still sharp features.
It illuminated his slightly thin but still upright figure, made up of days of fighting, and his white coat fluttering gently in the night wind.
a long time.
Tang Jingchuan raised his hand and gently patted Zhang Heng's shoulder.
The force wasn't heavy, yet it felt as if it carried a tremendous weight.
“Young man,” Tang Jingchuan’s voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears, “your shoulders…are getting broader and broader.”
His eyes held satisfaction, appreciation, and, above all, a heartfelt joy at seeing the younger generation grow.
“When you stepped forward on the battlefield in the South China Sea, I knew then that the next generation of China was secure.”
He paused, withdrew his hand, and stood with his hands behind his back:
"Everyone is eager to see you when they hear that you are returning tonight on the champion's private jet."
He turned to the side, gesturing to the soldiers lined up behind him.
"Hey, these are the brothers who fought alongside you on the South China Sea battlefield back then."