104: Conquering the torrent! A "zero-resistance" charge that defies the laws of physics!

The hull was on the verge of capsizing completely, about to be dragged into the undersea rock piles by that terrifying undercurrent and smashed to pieces.

Amidst the chaos, only Jiang Ran remained firmly fixed in his command chair.

Hanging upside down in mid-air, there was no panic in those deep blue eyes; instead, an extremely eerie light flickered within them.

"Can't stabilize?"

Jiang Ran looked at the turbid and violent currents outside the porthole, his lips curling into an unrestrained smile:

"At this distance... the water has to listen to me."

"Zizi—"

The blue light deep within Jiang Ran's pupils reached its peak at this moment, as if two clusters of eerie blue flames were burning fiercely in his eyes.

It wasn't just a visual light effect; it was the physical manifestation of a massive bio-electric current frantically surging through the nerve interface system.

"【Fluid Control】—Full power deployment!"

With a roar in Jiang Ran's heart.

A special biological force field, originating from the deep-sea mutated electric eel he had devoured that night and amplified by the Ark technology core.

Instantly spread along the hull of the black iron.

A miracle happened.

The violent undercurrent that was originally slamming hard against the hull, attempting to tear those thousands of tons of steel into pieces.

The moment it touched the shimmering biological field on the outer layer of the black iron, it suddenly... became "obedient."

It was like a wild horse at full gallop suddenly being bridled.

Those chaotic, disordered, and destructive turbulences, half a meter away from the ship's hull surface.

Were forcibly combed into uniform laminar flow by an invisible force.

"Buzz—"

There was no sound of violent confrontation.

Only a slight hum, like silk brushing across a smooth mirror.

The next second.

"Bang!"

The black iron, which had tilted fifty degrees and was on the verge of flipping into the abyss, was forcibly pulled back as if by an invisible giant hand.

The hull snapped back to an upright position.

And it was an absolute, unreasonable correction.

"Ugh—Ouch!"

Old Chen was holding his head, bracing for impact, but ended up being slammed back onto the floor like a pancake.

He scrambled up in a mess, his hands tightly clutching a nearby trash can; just as he was about to vomit the stomach acid, he suddenly froze.

Everything had gone quiet.

No more jolting.

No more shaking.

Even the weightlessness unique to being on a boat, rising and falling with the waves, had vanished.

Old Chen stared dumbfounded at a stainless steel water cup on the control console that had been knocked over in the previous chaos and hadn't been picked up yet.

The half-cup of water inside was now as calm as a mirror, without even a single ripple.

"Is this... is this a ghost?"

Old Chen looked out the porthole in disbelief.

Outside, it was clearly still an apocalyptic scene, with turbid undercurrents and bubbles swirling frantically.

Huge rocks and debris swept up in the current were flying past the window.

But the black iron was like a nail driven into the air.

Or like a maglev train traveling on a smooth highway, so stable it made one doubt reality.

"Fluid drag coefficient... close to zero?!"

Su Qingyu stared intently at the string of data on the screen that violated all physical common sense, her voice cracking from extreme shock:

"This is impossible! This doesn't conform to fluid mechanics!

The Reynolds number outside is already astronomical; the hull surface should be entirely covered in turbulence!

Why... why is the current actively avoiding us?

Even pushing us along?"

She felt the physics she had studied for half her life collapsing.

In the deep-sea undercurrents triggered by a Category 17 typhoon, a two-thousand-ton submarine was actually sailing as if on level ground?

"Because here, I am the rule."

Jiang Ran was still hanging upside down from the command chair—the hull had snapped back too quickly for him to unbuckle his seatbelt.

But the expression on his face radiated an arrogance of total control.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

This extremely mentally taxing operation made his brain throb with pain, but the thrill of mastering the torrent made him want to laugh out loud.

This was the power of evolution.

This was the authority he had traded his life for when he devoured that deep-sea monster.

"Sit tight."

Jiang Ran slammed the throttle forward, and the layer of eerie blue light enveloping the hull instantly surged:

"Since the path is paved, let's deliver a package to them."

"Full speed ahead!"

Protected by that eerie biological force field, the black iron completely transformed into a deep-sea ghost.

It ignored the undercurrents moving at tens of meters per second and the frantically churning sand and mud.

It cut straight through that chaotic seabed at an extremely high speed that defied physical common sense.

"Distance to target... eight hundred meters."

Su Qingyu's voice carried a hint of trembling, whether from the supernatural phenomenon just now or the impending collision:

"Sonar echoes are clear... My god, it's huge."

There was no need for her to report; as the distance closed, the massive shadow already occupied the entire forward-view screen.

"Surface."

Jiang Ran uttered two words expressionlessly.

The black iron jerked its nose up, like an unsheathed sword, piercing through layers of seawater and racing toward the turbulent surface.

"Splash—!!!"

The moment it broke through the surface, a thick bolt of purple-white lightning tore through the pitch-black sky.

The flash of light at that moment illuminated the entire world as bright as day.

Through the optical periscope, which was being frantically lashed by rain and waves.

Old Chen finally saw the true face of the "god" that had been looming over them.

It was a mountain of steel.

The twenty-thousand-ton amphibious assault ship "ship," was currently acting like a drunken giant.

Struggling helplessly in the center of the vortex of this Category 17 typhoon.

The waves, tens of meters high, were like heavy punches, mercilessly slamming against its side.

The usually majestic Close-In Weapon Systems were tightly wrapped in waterproof tarps.

The expensive phased array radar antennas were swaying wildly in the gale, as if they could be snapped at any moment.

The deck was empty, with only blown-away debris crashing around everywhere.

It looked so massive, yet so fragile.

"Distance, three hundred meters."

zero's cold data flickered on the screen.

This distance was practically face-to-face for modern naval warfare.

In normal times, the black iron would have been blown to pieces fifty kilometers away.

But now, in this hell of thunder, lightning, and howling winds, this giant vessel was completely unaware of the death god appearing just three hundred meters away.

Its radar screen was full of clutter, its sonar full of noise, and its crew were vomiting and praying.

"Look."

Jiang Ran looked at the giant ship within arm's reach.

Watching its pathetic state amidst the giant waves, the eerie blue light in his eyes even outshone the lightning outside:

"Stripped of its high-tech outer shell, the so-called 'Ark' is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal shivering before nature."

Aided by the stability of Fluid Control, the black iron, like a silent venomous sea snake, quietly slid toward the most vulnerable part of the "ship's" flank.

Here was its blind spot.

And its fatal weakness.

Jiang Ran's hand slowly rose, his slender fingers hovering over the crimson weapon launch button.

"Now, the identities of hunter and prey..."

A cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth as he pressed down gently:

"...are officially swapped."