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

The transformative power of the miraculous medicinal bath plunged all the novices into a state of unreal ecstasy.

They feel like they can kill a bull with one punch and run for three days and three nights without sleep.

However, this beautiful illusion was completely shattered on the training field the next morning.

When Gao Dazhuang reappeared in front of them, everyone subconsciously straightened their chests, their faces filled with anticipation.

After yesterday's marrow cleansing and meridian strengthening, their physical fitness has been improved in all aspects. Today, shouldn't we teach them some real skills?

For example, a martial art that can flip over a tank with bare hands? Or a movement technique that allows one to fly through the air?

However, Gao Dazhuang's next words stunned everyone.

"Today, we will learn Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation)."

Standing meditation?

What the hell is this?

Everyone looked at each other, thinking they had misheard.

They risked their lives to stay here, not to learn the health exercises that old men and women in the park practice!

"Report!"

Lei Zhan, the captain of the Thunder Commando Team, was the first to step forward, his face full of confusion.

"What we want to learn are real killing techniques! The core skills of Kunlun! Not these fancy but ineffective moves!"

His words expressed the sentiments of everyone.

Gao Dazhuang looked at him expressionlessly, and simply waved to him.

"You, come here."

Although Lei Zhan was puzzled, he still strode over.

"Give me a punch with all your might." Gao Dazhuang's tone was as calm as if he were saying, "The weather's nice today."

Lei Zhan was taken aback. He looked at Gao Dazhuang's burly, mountain-like body, then at his own fist, which, after being strengthened by the medicinal bath, felt like it could pierce through steel plates, and hesitated.

"Hit." Gao Dazhuang's voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

"yes!"

Without further hesitation, Lei Zhan took a deep breath, gathered all his strength into his right fist, and with a thrust of his waist, delivered a powerful straight punch that whistled through the air, slamming into Gao Dazhuang's chest!

This punch was the strongest he could deliver so far!

However, facing a punch powerful enough to rupture the internal organs of a strong man, Gao Dazhuang neither dodged nor avoided it, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stood there quietly, his feet rooted to the ground as if they were planted there.

"Bang!"

A deep, resounding thud, like the beating of a drum.

Lei Zhan's fist slammed solidly into Gao Dazhuang's chest.

The scene he imagined of sending his opponent flying with a single punch never materialized.

He felt as if his fist had struck a piece of refined steel wrapped in ten layers of cowhide!

A recoil force several times stronger than the force he unleashed surged back wildly along his arm!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

"what!"

Lei Zhan let out a painful scream. The terrifying recoil force sent him flying seven or eight meters away, where he landed on the ground in a sorry state.

His entire right arm was twisted at an eerie angle, the stark white bone fragments even piercing through the skin and exposed to the air!

One punch!

It was just a single punch that collided!

The other party didn't even fight back!

The top commando captain of the Wolf Fang team, the "Thor" of the Thunder Commando, is finished!

The entire training ground was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in horror at the two figures in the arena, as if they were ducks with their throats being choked.

One was a tall, muscular man who remained perfectly still, without even a single wrinkle in his combat uniform, and who looked like a demon god.

The other was Lei Zhan, who was lying on the ground, clutching his broken arm and howling in pain.

How...how is this possible?!

Gao Dazhuang ignored the shock of the crowd and waved to the medical team not far away.

Two medics immediately rushed up with a stretcher, injected Lei Zhan with a painkiller, and carried him away. The medical staff would give him healing pills later, and he would be back to normal in no time.

Gao Dazhuang's gaze slowly swept over the group of rookies in front of him, who were completely terrified.

"Does anyone still think that Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation) is just fancy footwork?"

No one dared to speak.

Everyone lowered their heads, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

"A towering building rises from the ground. You haven't even laid the foundation, yet you want to learn how to fly and teleport?"

Gao Dazhuang sneered, walked to the front of the line, suddenly lowered his waist, bent his knees slightly, and assumed a standard horse stance.

"boom!"

A visible shockwave emanated from his feet and spread outwards with a roar!

He actually stepped on the special cement floor, leaving two clear footprints, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards!

"This is the stake! This is the root!"

"Without roots, no matter how many killing techniques you learn, they're like water without a source, a tree without roots! They look impressive but are useless!"

"Now, everyone! Heed my command!"

"Horse stance, one hour!"

No one dared to raise any objections anymore.

Everyone imitated Gao Dazhuang's posture, bending down and immediately getting into a fighting stance.

However, as soon as they got into position, they realized something was wrong.

An indescribable tingling, numbness, and swelling pain instantly spread from their groin throughout their entire bodies.

My legs felt as if they were filled with molten lead, incredibly heavy, and trembling incessantly.

This is only the beginning, and it's already almost giving out.

What they had to do was hold on for one hour!

Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to be someone of high standing?

"think!!"

"Then you better stand still! Anyone who dares to move an inch will have their training time doubled!"

Gao Dazhuang's roar was like a heavy hammer, slamming into everyone's will.

Everyone gritted their teeth, their backs soaked with sweat, their legs trembling like leaves, but no one dared to move.

They knew this was the first hurdle on their path to becoming powerful!

Time passed by, second by second, in agonizing agony.

When the hour was over, almost everyone was exhausted, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily.

However, Gao Dazhuang did not give them any chance to catch their breath.

"Ten-second rest! After ten seconds, everyone, frog jumps! Ten laps around the training field!"

"Holy shit!"

Wang Yanbing was about to curse when He Chenguang covered his mouth.

The training that followed turned into complete hell.

Horse stance, standing meditation, duck stance, push-ups, pull-ups...

All the most basic, yet most grueling physical training was imposed on them by Gao Dazhuang in an irresistible manner, time and time again.

Until everyone was completely drained of their last bit of strength, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At that moment, Gao Dazhuang finally revealed a cruel smile.

"Alright, that concludes today's warm-up exercises."

Another warm-up?!

In the minds of every newbie, a million alpacas are stampeding through their mind.

"Next, we'll move on to actual combat."

Gao Dazhuang pointed behind him to Li Xiang, a core member of Kunlun who had been waiting for a long time.

"He's alone. You, the rest of you, send 500 of you together."

"The rules are simple: knock him down, or be knocked down by him."

"Oh, right, just a reminder. He forbids the use of any martial arts techniques or skills, only pure physical strength."

More than 500 people, fighting one?

Can't I use martial arts techniques yet?

All the fierce-looking vegetables were stunned upon hearing this.

Immediately, a surge of anger, fueled by humiliation, ignited within them!

"Damn it! This is outrageous!"

Yuan Lang was the first to stand up, and for the first time, his face showed genuine anger.

"Brothers! Let's get him!"

"Get him!!"

The more than 500 elite soldiers who had just been exhausted were now completely enraged!

They roared, like a herd of enraged bulls, charging towards the lone figure in the center of the field from all directions!

Li Xiang looked at the crowd surging in like a tide, his face expressionless.

He simply stretched his arms and legs, and then charged forward into the crowd.

next second.

A massacre that no one will ever forget began.

Li Xiang's figure, like a black lightning bolt, instantly plunged into the crowd.

He didn't use any fancy moves.

It's the simplest: straight punch, roundhouse kick, elbow strike, and knee strike.

But each of his attacks carried an irresistible, overwhelming power!

"Bang!"

A Black Tiger special forces soldier who was at the forefront was punched in the chest. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away and knocking down three or four comrades along the way.

"Snapped!"

A skilled fighter from the Snow Leopard Commando Unit attempted a sneak attack from the side, but was sent flying by a clean and decisive whip kick. He spun three times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.

"Thump!"

Li Xiang delivered an elbow strike that sent a soldier who was trying to grab his leg flying, making him see stars.

He was like a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex charging into a flock of sheep.

Every time he makes a move, someone is bound to fall.

He's too fast, too strong, and too defensive!

The attack by more than 500 people was a joke in his eyes!

He Chenguang, Yuan Lang, Lei Zhan, Gao Cheng... These people, who are considered the pinnacle of combat in their respective units, can't even touch the hem of his clothes!

Their pride and skill were utterly insignificant in the face of Li Xiang's pure body, tempered by the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill"!

Less than ten minutes.

The entire training ground was filled with people lying down.

The cries of agony rose and fell.

Only one person remained standing.

That's Li Xiang.

There wasn't even a speck of dust on him.

He stood atop the "mountain" of over 500 "corpses," calmly observing everything as if he had only done something insignificant.

And on the sidelines of the training field.

All the remaining newbies stared dumbfounded at this scene, their minds completely blank.

Their pride, their confidence, their dignity were utterly and ruthlessly crushed into dust at this moment.

They finally experienced firsthand just the tip of the iceberg in Kunlun.

I finally understood the true meaning of Gao Dazhuang's words, "Water without a source, a tree without roots."

Without absolute power as a foundation, all skills are illusory!

Gao Dazhuang slowly walked up to them, looking at their distraught faces, his voice still cold.

"Does anyone still want to learn killing techniques these days?"