If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

As the brutal purge in the Southeast Military Region came to an end, similar scenes were unfolding simultaneously in the other six military regions across the vast territory of China.

Every training ground has become a hellish place where blood and sweat mingle.

Every soldier who participated in the selection was burning their life for that one in a thousand chance.

The Northern Theater Command, nestled between the Changbai Mountains and the Heilongjiang River.

In a vast primeval forest, the selection process for the Wolf Warrior Squadron has entered its final stage.

Their assessment method was simple and brutal—extreme survival.

A thousand elite soldiers from various units of the Northern Theater Command were airdropped into this remote and sparsely populated mountain forest. They had no supplies, only a dagger and a set of training uniforms.

They faced not only hunger and cold, but also the threat of venomous snakes and wild beasts in the forest.

Even more challenging is the possibility of deadly sneak attacks from other candidates.

Here, there are no comrades, only enemies.

Only those who survive to the end are qualified to obtain the ticket to Kunlun.

In a secluded cave, Leng Feng was carefully scraping a piece of bark with a dagger, collecting the tender sap inside into a simple container made of leaves.

His face was covered in camouflage paint, and his eyes were as sharp as a lone wolf's, always alert to any movement around him.

He has been without sleep or food for three days.

His body was exhausted to the limit, but his spirit was unusually excited due to the high tension.

Just then, a faint sound came from outside the cave, like a tree branch being snapped underfoot.

Leng Feng's body tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow, and he silently disappeared into the darkness of the deepest part of the cave.

Two figures stealthily made their way to the cave entrance.

"Brother, are you sure there's water here?" a voice asked in a very low voice.

"Nonsense! My nose is sharper than a dog's! There's definitely a water source nearby! Let's go in and check!"

The two men, carrying their homemade wooden spears, cautiously ventured into the cave.

However, what greeted them was not the clear spring water.

Instead, it was a cold, gleaming light that silently swept across the darkness!

puff!

puff!

Two soft sounds, like sharp blades piercing flesh, rang out.

The two candidates didn't even have time to scream before they clutched their throats and collapsed limply to the ground.

The exercise helmets on their heads emitted two plumes of red smoke, signifying "death in action."

Leng Feng slowly emerged from the darkness, flicking the bloodstains (red paint used in the exercise) off his dagger, his eyes showing no emotion.

He glanced at the two people on the ground, and then at the simple backpacks they were carrying, woven from vines.

He walked over, unpacked his backpack, and poured out a few wild fruits still covered in dirt, along with a small piece of charred snake meat.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the snake meat and began to chew it heartily.

In this forest of death, kindness is the most superfluous thing.

……

Xijing Military Region, selection base for the Old A Special Forces Brigade.

The assessment here is a completely different story.

There are no limits to physical fitness, and no bloody battles.

There was only one enormous, labyrinthine building, consisting of countless rooms and passageways.

All candidates were blindfolded, their order was shuffled, and they were thrown into this "steel maze".

Their mission was singular—to find the only exit within twelve hours.

This maze is filled with all sorts of traps.

There are trigger-activated laser nets, electronic doors that require cracking complex passwords to open, terrifying illusions that test psychological resilience, and even "ghosts" played by instructors who will actively attack them.

This tests the candidates' wisdom, composure, and ability to adapt under extreme pressure.

In a dimly lit room, Yuan Lang leaned against the cold wall, holding a tattered map fragment he had taken from a "dead" candidate, his brow furrowed.

He had been trapped in this maze for more than eight hours.

He triggered at least five traps and killed three "ghosts" disguised as instructors, but still found no clues about the exit.

"Boss, what do we do? Time is running out." Qi Huan, standing beside him, also looked anxious.

Railway sat on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he were dozing, but his fingers were unconsciously drawing something on the ground.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide!

"No!" he growled. "We're all wrong!"

Yuan Lang and Qi Huan's eyes immediately focused on him.

"This maze isn't a two-dimensional structure at all!" Railway's voice carried a hint of excited realization. "Look!"

He pointed to the tattered map on the ground, and then to the sketch he had just drawn.

"The ventilation ducts here overlap with the sewer system of the room we passed through three hours ago! This means that this maze is three-dimensional! It has more than one level!"

"The exit is neither on the wall nor on the ground!"

Yuan Lang's eyes lit up instantly!

He suddenly looked up at the inconspicuous, dusty vent on the ceiling of the room.

"I see!"

……

Northwest Military Region, Black Tiger Special Forces Brigade.

The selection process here is more direct and more brutal.

Tournament!

All participants will be randomly selected to engage in one-on-one, unrestricted combat!

There are no rules, no taboos, and the fight continues until one side is completely incapacitated or voluntarily surrenders.

This is the most primitive and effective way to select the strong.

On the stage, Lei Keming, a former cultural soldier and now the captain of the Black Tiger Brigade, calmly looked at his opponent.

He was a burly man who was over 1.9 meters tall, weighed over 200 kilograms, and had muscles bulging all over his body like a brown bear.

He was a three-time consecutive champion in the military region's Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) competition.

"Kid, it's not too late to admit defeat now." The burly man twisted his neck, making a "crackling" sound that made your teeth ache, his eyes filled with contempt.

Lei Keming pushed up his glasses, revealing eyes behind the lenses that gleamed with wisdom and composure.

He didn't speak, but his mind was racing with calculations.

The opponent's height, weight, wingspan, preferred power generation method, and possible attack angles...

Countless data points are instantly modeled, analyzed, and extrapolated in his brain, which is comparable to a supercomputer.

The moment the referee announced the start.

The burly man roared and charged towards Lei Keming like a heavy truck, delivering a powerful swing punch that whistled through the air, aimed straight for Lei Keming's face.

However, just a second before that fist, as big as a clay pot, was about to hit its target.

Reck rang.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and, from an unbelievable angle, instantly lunged into the burly man's arms, perfectly avoiding the fatal punch.

His movements were as fast as lightning and as precise as if they had been measured with a ruler.

His fingers, like a scalpel, precisely pressed on an inconspicuous acupoint under the strong man's ribs.

There was no immense power, only a spiraling, extremely penetrating internal force that erupted instantly!

"Well!"

The burly man's body stiffened abruptly, and the expression on his face instantly contorted.

He felt a piercing pain mixed with an indescribable tingling and numbness coming from his ribs and instantly spreading throughout his body, draining all his strength in that instant.

His massive body, as if its bones had been removed, collapsed limply to the ground, panting heavily, unable to stand up again.

one move!

Just one move!

The military region's Sanda champion was defeated in an instant!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Lei Keming calmly pushed up his glasses and nodded slightly to the referee, who was completely dumbfounded.

Then, he turned around and walked off the ring.

His back view, under everyone's gaze, appeared so composed, so...unfathomable.

These scenes are playing out continuously across major military regions nationwide.

Long Xiaoyun, Yuan Lang, Railway, Qi Huan, Lei Keming...

These "king of soldiers," who were destined for greatness in their respective worlds, all unleashed potential and brilliance far exceeding that of ordinary people in this brutal trial leading to Kunlun.

They are like diamonds buried in the sand, drawn by the giant magnet of "Kunlun," beginning to shine with their most brilliant light, waiting to be picked up one by one by that invisible hand.