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

Their strength skyrocketed, making the atmosphere at the entire Kunlun base incredibly exciting.

The once quiet and solemn training ground, where you could hear a pin drop, has now been completely transformed into a massive "battle of the gods."

The air was thick with dust, gunpowder smoke, and the unique aura left by the clash of various internal energies. The ground was riddled with craters, and the alloy wall in the distance, which was said to be able to withstand artillery fire, was now riddled with holes and looked utterly wretched.

"boom!"

With a loud shout, Wang Yanbing, shirtless and with his muscles bulging, unleashed a powerful and unparalleled "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms." A faint dragon's roar echoed in the air as his palm struck the specially made alloy target with tremendous force.

The target, half a meter thick, groaned under the weight, and a clear palm print was visibly dented in! The metal at the edge of the palm print showed dark red burn marks due to the enormous energy impact.

"Holy shit! That felt so good!"

Wang Yanbing withdrew his reddened palm, looking at his masterpiece with barely suppressed excitement and pride. He was intoxicated by the power of a single palm strike that could produce the effect of a whole artillery salvo in the past.

He turned his head and shouted at He Chenguang, who was meditating with his eyes closed not far away, "Chenguang! How's your weak punching coming along? You've been gesturing like a girl for ages, without even letting out a fart. Want me to teach you a couple of real moves?"

He Chenguang didn't even lift his eyelids, maintaining the posture of slowly pushing out his fists.

"Click-clack—"

A chilling, white aura emanated from him and rapidly spread outwards. The air in front of him was instantly frozen, condensing into rhomboid, crystalline ice crystals that then shattered and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Even the concrete ground beneath his feet was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Several soldiers nearby couldn't help but shudder and instinctively took a few steps back.

The temperature in the corner of the entire training field seemed to drop several degrees.

"Soft and limp?" He Chenguang finally opened his eyes, his gaze icy cold. He glanced at Wang Yanbing, "Want to try it with your face?"

"Hey! You've got some guts now, haven't you! You're asking for it!" Wang Yanbing was about to explode on the spot, gathering his inner strength and preparing to rush over.

Just then, a towering figure appeared silently between the two.

Gao Dazhuang didn't even speak, his cold, emotionless gaze sweeping over the two of them, instantly freezing the tense atmosphere that had just been on the verge of conflict.

Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang fell silent instantly, like ducks being choked.

"You have inexhaustible energy, huh?" Gao Dazhuang's booming voice rang in their ears. "Go! Fifty kilometers of cross-country running with weights! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of resentment and helplessness in each other's eyes, but they still obediently accepted the order and ran dejectedly towards the weightlifting equipment area.

On the other side, in the center of the training field, Zhuang Yan and Leng Feng, two equally proud and arrogant top experts, were also engaged in a silent contest.

"call out!"

Zhuang Yan's figure blurred into a blurry afterimage, weaving and dodging among dozens of alloy targets moving at high speed along irregular trajectories. For him, "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique) was more than just footwork; it was an art form.

His fingers, flashing and nimbly moving, constantly pointed out in mid-air.

Streams of invisible sword energy, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, shot out from his fingertips, making no sound, yet hitting the bullseye of every target with unparalleled precision.

The red heart, made of special steel, pierced through the hole, leaving behind smooth little holes.

In less than ten seconds, he had pierced through all the targets!

"pretty!"

The soldiers watching from the sidelines erupted in enthusiastic cheers. The elegance and precision with which one could take the head of a general amidst a vast army filled everyone with longing.

His opponent, Leng Feng, remained expressionless.

He slowly drew a jet-black military knife from behind his back. The knife was specially made by the logistics department using the hardest materials according to his requirements.

"Buzz—"

He slowly channeled his overwhelming inner strength into the blade.

The ordinary military knife suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sound, and the entire blade was covered with a faint yet incomparably sharp white blade aura! The blade aura pulsed and pulsated, cutting through the surrounding air with a slight hissing sound.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, or even strike any pose. It was the simplest thing: he took a step forward and slashed down with his sword!

Pure power, pure dominance!

"Rip—"

A terrifying blade of energy, ten meters long, shot out from the blade!

The blade energy seemed capable of cleaving through space itself, carrying a resolute determination to cut through everything and move forward without hesitation, as it slammed fiercely into the alloy wall in the distance!

"boom!"

After a loud bang, smoke and dust filled the air.

When the smoke cleared, everyone who saw the scene on the wall couldn't help but gasp in shock.

He actually managed to cut a terrifying gap, one meter deep and ten meters long, into that special alloy wall that was strong enough to withstand heavy artillery bombardment!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and due to the high concentration of energy, the metal surface was glowing red, as if it had been laser-cut.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

If Zhuang Yan's attack was as precise as a scalpel, then Leng Feng's strike was like a giant axe that split the heavens and the earth!

As Zhuang Yan gazed at the terrifying knife mark, the relaxed ease on his face gradually faded. He felt no jealousy; instead, a mixture of excitement and seriousness, as if he had met his match, rose in his eyes.

Such scenes are playing out in every corner of the training ground.

Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang, two old rivals from the "Steel Seventh Company" and "Old A", are bickering and trying to see whose "Golden Bell Cover" is harder.

"Hey Gao Cheng, is your tortoise shell any good? It feels all soft and flimsy." Yuan Lang chuckled and punched Gao Cheng's protective aura.

"Bang!"

The golden aura shook violently, but Gao Cheng remained completely still.

"Did you not eat before you started punching? It's like you're just tickling me!" Gao Cheng scoffed and threw a punch at Yuan Lang's qi.

"Bang!"

The two punched each other, striking each other's protective aura with resounding "bangs," thoroughly enjoying themselves, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Not far away, Xu Sanduo and Li Erniu, these two honest and burly men, were competing in the most primal form of strength.

The two of them, one on each side, actually lifted a Type 92 infantry fighting vehicle weighing tens of tons into the air! The vehicle's tracks were half a foot off the ground, leaving a group of soldiers nearby dumbfounded.

"Sanduo...I...I'm almost out of strength..." Li Erniu's face turned red, and the muscles in his arms twitched like a little mouse.

"Keep going! The squad leader said... if it's meaningful... then we must persevere!" Xu Sanduo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and uttered a few words.

The entire Kunlun base has been completely transformed into a paradise for "monsters." Each and every one of them possesses extraordinary power that they never dared to imagine before!

……

Night fell, and training ended.

Zhuang Yan, He Chenguang, Deng Zhenhua, Shi Dafan, Gao Cheng, Yuan Lang, and others, rarely managed to get together.

Instead of going to the canteen, they sat on the steps of the training ground, enjoying the cold night wind blowing from the top of Kunlun Mountain, holding icy drinking water in their hands.

"Damn, it feels like a dream." Deng Zhenhua, also known as Ostrich, took a big gulp of water and exclaimed with emotion, "Six months ago, I was still flying a plane, thinking about how to dodge radar and how to win an exercise. Now... I feel like I could take down an entire armored regiment by myself!"

"Don't brag." Yuan Lang leaned lazily against the railing, toying with a coin in his hand. "Taking down a regiment would be a bit strenuous, my internal strength isn't enough. But, without considering heavy strategic weapons, breaking through the encirclement of a reinforced battalion seven times wouldn't be a problem."

He paused, his eyes deepening. "With our current strength, as long as our internal energy isn't exhausted, we're practically invincible on a conventional battlefield. Bullets can't penetrate our protective aura, and artillery shells are detonated by our palm winds and sword energy before they even get close. Our movement speed has already exceeded the locking limit of most fire control radars."

His words silenced everyone.

Yes, invincible.

This word, in the past, was so unattainable. But now, it has become their most authentic reflection.

"I just tried it," He Chenguang, who had been silent all along, said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I used all my strength and punched the force gauge. The peak value exceeded 5,000 kilograms. Moreover, my nerve reaction speed is at least ten times faster than before. I am even confident that I can catch a bullet shot at me with my bare hands at a distance of 100 meters."

These words once again shocked everyone.

Five thousand kilograms! Catching a bullet with bare hands!

These words, when put together, form a picture that they had never even dared to imagine in the past.

"All of this was given to us by the brigade commander." Zhuang Yan looked at the only brightly lit command tower in the distance, his eyes filled with a reverence that words could not describe.

"Without him, we might still be complacent about our meager stipends and medals. It was he who showed us a whole new world and gave us the opportunity to change our own destiny."

"That's right! The brigade commander is like a second parent to me!" Shi Dafan exclaimed excitedly. "I've decided, from now on my son will be named Shi Jingchen! My grandson will be named Shi Nianchen! I want our Shi family to remember the brigade commander's kindness for generations to come!"

"Get lost!" The ostrich kicked him in the butt. "With your looks, let alone whether you can find a wife, even if you do, do you think the girl would agree to you naming her son Shi Baichen? Why don't you just name him Shi Baichen?"

"Shi Baichen? Not bad!" Shi Dafan stroked his chin, thinking seriously.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Amid the laughter, there was relief, excitement, and boundless anticipation for the future.

They knew that their fate was now completely intertwined with that godlike man and with the formidable pass known as "Kunlun".

They are no longer lone wolves, no longer fierce tigers.

They are the dragon's scales and claws!

It is the sharpest and most loyal blade of this legion of gods!