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

Rumble!

Purple lightning bolts exploded wildly in the inky clouds, tearing the sky apart. Each flash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if an ancient beast had awakened and roared above the clouds.

The might of heaven and earth pressed down, the air stagnant as iron, weighing on everyone's hearts, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

Within the safe zone, nearly five thousand pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the lone figure in the center of the training field, without blinking.

Time lost its meaning at this moment; every second felt like an eternity.

Everyone's heart was filled with an indescribable shock and a fear that spread from the depths of their bones.

"Holy shit... Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Wang Yanbing's face, which always wore an air of arrogance, was now completely drained of color, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

He gripped He Chenguang's arm tightly, so tightly it was almost digging into his flesh, and could only repeat this one word over and over, as if his language ability had completely deteriorated.

He finally understood what Gao Dazhuang meant when he said "It's not fair to you" on the island that day.

That wasn't mockery at all!

That's a statement! It's a fact!

These so-called "kings of soldiers" are as insignificant as insects in the face of such earth-shattering power!

"Yanbing, I... my legs are weak..." Li Erniu's voice was choked with sobs. He was almost shrinking to the ground, his hands covering his head, trembling as he muttered, "My mother said that only those who do bad things will be struck by lightning... Commander, has... has this guy ripped a hole in the sky?"

"Shut your mouth!"

He Chenguang suddenly let out a low roar, but it wasn't directed at Li Erniu; it was directed at himself.

He forced himself to stand up straight, but his legs felt like lead and wouldn't obey him. His mind went blank; the solid world he had built from science, logic, and materialism since childhood was utterly and mercilessly crushed into dust in the face of this miraculous scene before him.

That thundercloud... it actually moved along with the brigade commander?!

The overwhelming thunder, its target... was only him?!

Is this... a human, or a god?!

Not far away, Gao Cheng, Yuan Lang, Lei Zhan, Leng Feng... these tough guys who were regarded as pillars of strength in their respective units and could remain calm even if the sky fell, were now all pale-faced and their bodies were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Their iron will, which they were so proud of, and their pride and confidence honed through countless life-or-death trials, were like paper lanterns before this absolute power that originated from heaven and earth, pure and ruthless, and could be punctured with a single poke.

"Damn it..." Kang Lei's voice was dry and trembling. He subconsciously looked at He Zhijun beside him, "Back when I was on the front lines, I was chased and bombarded by an artillery battalion for half an hour, and I was never this scared..."

He Zhijun did not answer.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his face, which always wore an air of shrewd calculation, was now filled with nothing but endless horror and bitterness.

So that's what his true power is!

He recalled the scene eight years ago on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, where that young man, with ease and confidence, single-handedly forced back an army of ten thousand.

At that time, he thought that was the limit of mythology.

Now it seems that it was just the tip of the iceberg, a mere glimpse of the scales and claws that this soaring dragon occasionally peeked out!

Among the crowd, Zhuang Yan's face, which was always full of curiosity and a spirit of exploration, was now blank.

He finally understood where the fanatical, almost religious, worship in Miao Lian's eyes came from when he murmured to himself in his office that night, looking at that yellowed old photograph.

Gods and demons!

Dragon Kingdom Gods and Demons!

It turns out that it wasn't an exaggerated description, nor was it a legend meant to inspire future generations.

Instead, it is... the most fitting, and also the most pale, fact!

"Brother Chen..."

At the very front of the crowd, Du Feifei tightly covered her mouth to keep her sobs from escaping.

Tears blurred her vision, and her eyes, which were always full of gentleness and wisdom, were now filled with endless worry and heart-wrenching pain.

She doesn't care about gods or demons, nor does she care about heavenly tribulations.

All she knew was that the man standing alone beneath the thunderclouds, confronting the wrath of heaven and earth, was the one she loved!

She wanted to rush over, to stand with him no matter what, even if it meant facing death together.

But Su Chen's calm back was like an insurmountable barrier, pinning her firmly to the spot, unable to move.

Beside her, Long Xiaoyun, dressed in military uniform, was also staring intently at the figure in the arena.

But in her eyes, besides worry, there was an indescribable, almost obsessive, burning light.

It is a kind of primal and pure worship and longing for absolute power!

This man, with his mortal body, actually managed to incur the wrath of heaven and earth!

What a magnificent presence! What an aura of dominance!

Compared to him, all the men in the world seem so dim and lackluster, like fireflies vying with the bright moon.

At this moment, Su Chen's figure, like an indelible mark, was deeply engraved in her heart, waiting only for the right opportunity to sprout and grow wildly.

At this moment when everyone is watching and people have different opinions.

Su Chen, who was in the middle of the field, slowly turned around.

His gaze, calmly, swept over everyone.

The gaze swept over the complex expressions on He Zhijun and Kang Lei's faces, over the utterly shattered worldviews in the eyes of He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing, and finally settled on Du Feifei's pretty face, streaked with tears.

He looked at her and suddenly smiled.

That smile, gentle and radiant, seemed to dispel all the gloom in the world, easing even the most oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

He mouthed three words to her silently.

"don’t worry."

These three simple words seem to possess a magical power to soothe the soul.

Du Feifei's heart, which had been in her throat, instantly settled back down, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

And everyone who witnessed this scene, their wildly beating hearts, miraculously calmed down.

Yeah, why are they panicking?

Their brigade commander, their captain, their god, are still here.

He even had the mood to laugh!

As long as he's still here, the sky won't fall down!

A strange, almost blind confidence arose spontaneously from the bottom of everyone's heart!

Su Chen slowly turned around, looked up again, and gazed at the tribulation clouds that had been brewing to their fullest extent, as if they were about to unleash a world-destroying thunderbolt at any moment.

An unprecedented, brilliant fighting spirit ignited in his eyes!

So many people are watching over me and believing in me.

What reason do I have to lose to this mere so-called heavenly tribulation?

"bring it on!"

A long roar shook the heavens!

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an air of domineering pride!

"Let the storm rage on!"

The moment the words fell, it seemed to be a response to his provocation—

Click!

A massive, indescribably thick, purple lightning bolt, like a sword from the heavens, carrying an aura of destruction capable of purifying everything in the world, pierced through the heavens and earth and crashed down!