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

Half a year passed quietly amidst the daily arduous training and sweat-drenched drills.

The atmosphere at the Kunlun base was somewhat unusual that day.

Gone were the deafening battle cries of the past, and the constant explosions of internal energy.

All the Kunlun warriors who passed the assessment changed into brand-new training uniforms and lined up in neat squares on the training ground. Two thousand five hundred people stood silently like a forest, yet they possessed a majestic and imposing aura.

Their posture was more upright than it had been six months ago. Their demeanor was more composed than it had been six months ago.

In those two thousand five hundred pairs of eyes, the confusion and restlessness of new recruits were gone. In their place was an absolute confidence and an iron will, forged through countless trials. They simply stood there, like peerless weapons hidden in their sheaths, their sharpness concealed, yet ready to be drawn at any moment to cut down everything.

At the very front of the group stood He Zhijun, Kang Lei, Fan Tianlei, and Tie Lu, all with upright postures.

They're leaving too.

He Zhijun's gaze swept over the brand-new legion before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. His Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade was already the ace of the entire army. Yet even the most elite Lone Wolf B Group would likely feel a soul-crushing pressure standing before this force.

This is not a difference in equipment, but a crushing defeat in terms of life level.

After half a year of arduous training, under Su Chen's personal guidance and with the accumulation of a massive amount of pills, these four veteran kings underwent a complete transformation.

The day after tomorrow, the peak!

Each of them stood firmly at the pinnacle of the Acquired Realm!

The hidden injuries left from years of high-intensity training have long since healed completely under the nourishment of Changchun Gong. Their bodily functions, which had begun to decline, have also been revitalized, and they are all full of energy, looking even more spirited than those young men in their early twenties.

It's no exaggeration to say that any one of them now could easily defeat an entire special operations brigade that they were six months ago!

The moment of parting has finally arrived.

Standing on the platform, Su Chen looked at the four familiar faces below and felt a surge of emotions.

"Six months is a short time. But you have all delivered a satisfactory result."

Su Chen's voice carried throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.

"Today is the day you leave. But leaving doesn't mean the end. It's another, brand new beginning."

"Your identities will always be Kunlun's 'unofficial core members.' I have already explained your mission clearly."

"I hope that after you return to your respective units, you will spread the flame of Kunlun to every corner of the entire army! I need you to build more super reserve bases for me and for the Dragon Kingdom!"

Su Chen's gaze swept over the four people one by one, his voice deep and powerful.

"You are the first sparks of inspiration, and also the future examiners! You must be clear about the selection criteria. Better to have none than to have unqualified candidates!"

"Is it possible?!"

"able!"

He Zhijun and his three companions roared in unison, their voices loud and clear, their momentum unstoppable!

Their eyes burned with a fierce flame. It was the excitement of being entrusted with an important task, and the eagerness to return home in glory!

That evening, the brigade headquarters held another grand banquet.

This time, it was a farewell dinner.

Su Chen, Gao Dazhuang, Miao Zhiyuan and other senior executives of Kunlun Group sat at a table with He Zhijun and two others.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Kang Lei, who couldn't keep a secret, was the first to have tears in his eyes. He stood up, holding a full glass of baijiu. Because of his profound inner strength, his posture was steady, but there was a hint of emotion in his eyes that he didn't usually have.

He walked up to Su Chen, his lips trembling slightly.

"Captain... Captain!" He hiccuped, his voice trembling with emotion. "I... I'm Old Kang, I'm clumsy with words, I don't know how to say nice things. These past six months, your kindness to us is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea!"

"My old back, I broke it during a training exercise years ago, and it would hurt so much I couldn't sleep on rainy days. But after coming here, not only is it better, it's even stronger than before! I... I've never admired anyone in my life! Only you!"

"I'll drink this glass! From now on, if you ever need me to do anything, I, Kang Lei, and the Iron Fist Gang, will face any danger, even if it means going through fire and water, without batting an eye!"

After saying that, he suddenly tilted his head back and drank the glass of strong liquor in one gulp!

"Good!" Su Chen also stood up, downed his drink, and patted him hard on the shoulder. "Go back and do a good job. You're a promising talent for the Iron Fist Regiment. Don't hold back on him."

He Zhijun and Tie Lu also stepped forward to offer a toast.

They didn't say much, but their heartfelt gratitude and respect were evident in their words.

When it was Fan Tianlei's turn, this cunning "old fox" revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Commander, to be honest, I...I really don't want to leave." He looked miserable, almost bursting into tears. "This place is simply paradise! There are plenty of pills and you can practice any kind of divine skill you want. The thought of leaving you and going back to that 'remote and impoverished place' of Wolf Fang makes my heart ache like it's being cut by a knife."

His words made everyone laugh. Even Gao Dazhuang, who was usually serious, had a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, Lao Fan, stop fooling around." Su Chen laughed and kicked him. "You're not happy about going back to be the 'founding father,' establishing your own sect?"

"Hehe, of course I'd love to, of course I'd love to!" Fan Tianlei immediately put on a fawning smile. "Brigadier, about... about those pills... could you perhaps 'help out' our Wolf Fang unit in the future? We're poor, our resources are limited, you have to lend your brothers a hand!"

"Get lost!" Su Chen laughed and scolded. "If you want pills, trade them for sufficiently outstanding talent! A genius of He Chenguang or Wang Yanbing's caliber, I'll give you three internal energy pills. If you can find me someone like Zhuang Yan or Leng Feng, I'll give you ten! Kunlun doesn't support idlers; we only do equal exchanges!"

"Ten?!" Fan Tianlei's eyes lit up instantly. "Brigade Commander, you said it yourself! You wait, I'll turn Wolf Fang upside down when I get back, and even if I have to strip those old guys of their clerical positions, I'll still manage to scrape together a few for you!"

A farewell banquet came to a close amidst a complex atmosphere filled with laughter and the sorrow of parting.

The next morning.

A specially modified armed transport plane belonging to Kunlun slowly took off.

He Zhijun, Kang Lei, Fan Tianlei, and Tie Lu stood at the cabin door, taking one last look at the magnificent and imposing Zhenguo Pass below, and one last look at the comrades who had come to see them off, comrades who had fought alongside them.

They solemnly gave their final military salute.

Then, he turned around and disappeared behind the hatch.

The plane pierced through the clouds and sped eastward.

Inside the cabin, the four sat facing each other in silence for a long time. Each of them was processing the incredible experiences of the past six months and the brand new future they were about to face.

In the end, it was Kang Lei, the impatient one, who broke the silence.

He stretched his limbs, feeling the powerful, surging energy within him, and a smile of immense anticipation mixed with smugness spread across his face.

"Hey guys, shouldn't we keep a low profile when we get back this time? I'm worried I might accidentally hurt those troublemakers in our regiment. Especially that Gong Jian, he's always acting like he's the political instructor. This time, I'm going to teach him a lesson about the absolute authority of a regimental commander!"

"Keep a low profile? Why should we keep a low profile?" Fan Tianlei adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming with the cunning of an old fox. "We're going back to make a huge splash! We're going to let everyone know just how beneficial it is to follow Kunlun!"

"Old Kang, your idea is so narrow-minded." Fan Tianlei looked at him with disdain. "Going back and causing trouble for Gong Jian will only make him submit to you. What we need to do is make the entire Southeast Military Region, no, the entire Dragon Kingdom army go crazy for us!"

He cleared his throat and, mimicking the tone of a TV shopping channel, spoke with great enthusiasm.

Still struggling to finish a 5km cross-country run in under 18 minutes? Still worried about missing the target in the 100m moving target test? Still feeling inferior because you can't beat veterans in hand-to-hand combat? Forget 998! Forget 888! Just pass the Wolf Fang's "Hell Week" selection, and you'll have the chance to be recommended for advanced training at Kunlun! Limited spots available, first come, first served!

He Zhijun and the railway both looked exasperated upon hearing his nonsensical propaganda.

Kang Lei's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh in amazement.

"Hey! Lao Fan! You're a real talent! This is great! This is awesome! Let's do it!"

He was itching to get started, eager to see the frenzied expressions on his men's faces when they heard the news.

"Talk is cheap," the railway finally spoke, its voice as concise as ever. "We need to give a demonstration when we get back. Otherwise, nobody will believe us."

"A demonstration? We absolutely have to have one!" Fan Tianlei immediately perked up. "Old He, you're the highest-ranking officer, you call the shots. Where should we fire the first shot?"

He Zhijun pondered for a moment, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Although he was a composed man, he also possessed the pride and spirit of a soldier at heart. This astonishing skill, if kept secret from the world, would truly be a case of hiding one's true abilities in the dark.

"No rush back to your respective units," He Zhijun said slowly, making a decisive statement. "We'll go directly to our respective military region headquarters. This report will be given personally in front of our military region leaders. Kang Lei and Tie Lu, you can do that too!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Tianlei, Kang Lei, and Tie Lu all paused in their breathing.

How can you give a "martial arts report" in front of your military region's bigwig?

This isn't just making a fuss; this is about detonating a nuclear bomb directly within one's own military region!

Fan Tianlei's mouth stretched to his ears. He could almost see the ridiculous look on the faces of those usually high and mighty generals, their eyes wide with disbelief and their worldviews shattered after witnessing the miracles they had performed.

The transport plane roared as it passed through layers of clouds.

An unprecedented storm of "involution" that is about to sweep across the entire Dragon Kingdom's army is already brewing.

As the source of the storm, these four newly minted "martial arts masters," brimming with wicked schemes and possessing astonishing skills, are hurtling towards their long-lost old unit, which is about to be completely overthrown.