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

After witnessing the "miracle" scene on the tarmac, the feelings of the three thousand eliminated soldiers on their return journey had undergone a complete transformation.

There was no longer the frustration of failure, nor the dejection of being eliminated.

In their hearts, only one burning emotion remained—gratitude!

Kunlun did not discard them as losers, but instead gave them the opportunity to be reborn.

This magnanimity and spirit inspired in them a fervent, almost religious, reverence for that majestic pass and that young general.

Although they have left temporarily, their hearts have been forever marked with the "Kunlun" mark.

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The Northwest Military Region, the Black Tiger Special Forces Brigade's base.

The atmosphere in Captain Lei Keming's office was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

He looked at the major who had just returned to his unit. Although his military appearance was somewhat disheveled, his spirits were frighteningly high. His brows furrowed into a knot.

"So, you were eliminated too?" Lei Keming's voice carried a hint of disappointment.

The major in front of him was a soldier he had personally trained and was recognized as the number one fighter in the entire Black Tiger Brigade. He had originally placed high hopes on him.

"Yes, Captain." The major lowered his head, but his face showed no sign of frustration. "Kunlun's assessment was too difficult. I... am not as skilled as others."

"Inferior skills?" Lei Keming sneered, stood up from his chair, walked over to him, and patted his shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand. "Alright, stop pretending to be a coward! It's good that you're back! One failure is nothing! Perfect, this afternoon I'll spar with the new recruits and show them just how much the soldiers who came back from Kunlun are worth!"

He was trying to help his beloved general regain some confidence in this way.

"Yes, sir!" the major said, chest puffed out and head held high.

In the afternoon, at the Black Tiger Brigade's combat training ground.

The new recruits looked at the major, who had supposedly gone to participate in the Kunlun selection but was sent back in disgrace, with a mixture of curiosity and disdain in their eyes.

"Have you heard? It's him. He got eliminated in the second round."

"Hey, I thought it was something special, but it turns out it's just for show."

"Shh... Keep your voice down, or the captain will skin you alive!"

Lei Keming took it all in. He cleared his throat and shouted to the major in the arena, "Don't hold back! Teach these bastards a lesson!"

"Yes, sir!" The major stretched his arms and legs, then beckoned to the three veterans in front of him, who were also skilled fighters in the team.

The three veterans exchanged a glance, roared, and charged forward in a triangular formation.

However, what happened next left everyone present speechless.

The major neither dodged nor evaded. Facing the three men's powerful attacks, he simply took a step forward, lowered his waist, and immediately threw a punch!

This punch was unremarkable, without any fancy techniques.

But the moment the fist was thrown, a muffled explosion rang out in the air!

"Bang!"

The veteran at the very front didn't even see what happened; he only felt an irresistible, terrifying force slam into his chest.

His burly body, weighing over 180 pounds, was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. His feet left the ground, and he flew seven or eight meters away before crashing to the ground with a "thud," where he immediately lost consciousness.

The other two were so frightened by the horrifying scene that they froze in their tracks.

In that instant of hesitation, the major's figure had already appeared before them like a ghost.

A hand chop, a sweeping motion.

"Slap! Slap!"

With two sharp cracks, two other veterans also fell to the ground, leaving two clear red marks on their necks.

It took less than three seconds in total.

Three elite fighters from the Black Tiger Squad were defeated in an instant!

The entire training ground was completely silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the major in the arena who was slowly withdrawing his fist, looking calm and composed, their minds completely blank.

Lei Keming was even more astonished, his weathered face filled with incomprehensible shock.

He knew his soldier's strength best; although he was strong, he was definitely not that strong!

That punch just now... what was that? A gas explosion?

"You..." Lei Keming's voice trembled, "You brat... what on earth happened?"

The major looked at his unscathed fist, then at his old wound that had been completely healed and had bothered him for years. He turned around and gave Lei Keming a perfectly standard military salute.

His eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and his voice was loud and clear.

"Reporting, Captain! Although I've been eliminated, Kunlun has no losers!"

"Brigade Commander Kunlun said, 'We are merely latecomers! One day, I will surely knock on the gate again!'"

Similar scenes are playing out repeatedly across military regions nationwide.

Those soldiers who were eliminated did not become a laughing stock; instead, they all became figures of admiration in their respective units.

They not only healed the old wounds, but more importantly, they brought back the "spark" of Kunlun!

It brought back a completely new understanding and desire for power!

In an instant, the status of the name "Kunlun" in the regular army was greatly elevated.

It is no longer just a mysterious designation, but has become a sacred place in the military that everyone yearns for!

Su Chen, the mastermind behind all of this, had already set his sights on the four thousand "lucky ones" who had passed the first test on the tarmac.

Their faces were filled with pride, exhaustion, and a hint of barely concealed envy and... anxiety.

Why? Why should the losers receive divine favor while we, the victors, stand here and watch?

Wang Yanbing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He nudged He Chenguang beside him and muttered under his breath, "What a loss! If I'd known there would be this good thing after being eliminated, I should have just hanged myself on day one!"

He Chenguang ignored him, staring intently at Su Chen's back, then glanced at the "losers" not far away who were still experiencing physical changes, and a tidal wave of emotions surged within him. For the first time, he felt a tiny, sliver of doubt about why he had risked his life to stay.

Lei Zhan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his teeth were practically grinding to powder. His Thunder Commando team had suffered heavy losses on the island, barely managing a Pyrrhic victory, only to find that the eliminated team had gone home comfortably and received enormous benefits. What kind of nonsense was this?

Yuan Lang squinted, a faint smile playing on his lips. He glanced at the railway beside him, which was also looking at Su Chen with a complex expression.

"Brilliant," Yuan Lang murmured.

The railway nodded in deep agreement. This move not only won over three thousand elite loyalists, but also planted a seed of "desire" in the hearts of these four thousand victors. It was an open and aboveboard scheme, yet irresistible.

Su Chen took in everyone's expressions, intending to make them anxious and eager.

He turned to Miao Zhiyuan beside him and said calmly, "Pass the word: the third phase of selection..."

Su Chen paused deliberately, his sharp gaze sweeping over the unruly faces of He Chenguang, Yuan Lang, Lei Zhan, Leng Feng, and others.

"Let's begin."