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

Over the next few days, the Wolf Fang base entered a peculiar state.

On the surface, everything seemed calm, but underneath, everyone sensed a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

Su Chen, on the other hand, became the most relaxed person in the entire base.

Every day, besides eating and sleeping, he spends his time walking around the training field with his hands behind his back, or lying on the grass watching the clouds.

He Zhijun, Gao Dazhuang, and the others watched with growing anxiety, yet dared not urge him. This man was a pillar of strength; they had to be treated with respect and kept him at ease.

That morning, Su Chen was "strolling" on the training field, while Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, and Lei Kaihua, who had just recovered from his injury, were leading the team in routine combat training.

"Drink! Ha!"

The soldiers fought one-on-one, their fists and feet flying, displaying their fierce power.

However, these fighting techniques, which are considered extremely sophisticated by ordinary people, are like child's play in Su Chen's eyes, full of flaws.

"Wait a minute."

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the training field stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Gao Dazhuang wiped his sweat, hurried over to Su Chen, and asked with a fawning smile, "Captain Su, what are your instructions?"

Su Chen pointed to the two Ninth Company soldiers who had just been sparring: "Your moves just now were all wrong in terms of force, angle, and rhythm. They looked fierce, but they left you wide open. If this were a real battlefield, you would have been dead at least ten times over."

The two soldiers immediately blushed.

Jin Kailai, being straightforward, couldn't help but mutter, "Captain Su, this is our Ninth Company's ancestral 'Eight Extremes Fierce Tiger Fist,' which emphasizes fierceness and brutality..."

"Fierce? Violent?" Su Chen glanced at him and shook his head. "True fierceness is the ultimate use of power, not random, uncontrolled punches. Come here."

Jin Kailai was taken aback, but still gritted his teeth and walked over.

"Use your strongest move to hit me." Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"This..." Jin Kailai hesitated, knowing how terrifying the person in front of him was.

"Just hit me when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense!" Liang Sanxi shouted from the side.

Jin Kailai gritted his teeth, roared, and concentrated all his strength into his right fist, unleashing a fierce and unparalleled "Tiger Descending the Mountain" strike straight at Su Chen's chest.

However, just as his fist was about to touch Su Chen, Su Chen simply raised a finger and lightly touched, flicked, and guided his wrist.

Jin Kailai felt as if his punch, powerful enough to pierce a brick wall, had been thrown into a ball of cotton. Then, an extremely subtle force came through him, and he was involuntarily spun halfway around before landing hard on his backside.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Jin Kailai sat on the ground, his face full of disbelief. He had no idea how he had fallen.

"Did you understand?" Su Chen said calmly. "When you exerted force, the power from your waist, hips, and legs wasn't fully integrated, causing the power to be dispersed. When you punched, your wrist was stiff, and you didn't know how to use someone else's force against them. I simply followed your momentum and touched your weakest point."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and called over two special forces soldiers from the Wolf Fang unit.

"Your grappling techniques focus too much on joint locks and neglect disrupting the opponent's balance. True grappling is not about locking the opponent's hands and feet, but about controlling their entire body."

Su Chen instructed the two of them to attack him simultaneously.

He remained motionless, his arms moving between the two men like butterflies flitting among flowers. Each contact caused the two agile special forces soldiers to let out a muffled groan, their bodies twisting and staggering uncontrollably.

In just a few seconds, without Su Chen even moving an inch, the two Wolf Fang elites were already tied up into two "pretzel" shapes by him in all sorts of unbelievable positions.

Gao Dazhuang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What kind of god-like technique is this? This is so much more advanced than the top joint lock techniques in textbooks!

"Your fighting techniques only stay at the level of 'technique,' without touching the essence of 'Tao.'" Su Chen looked around at everyone and slowly spoke. "The power of the human body comes from the ground beneath our feet, is transmitted through the waist and hips, and is finally released through the fists and feet. This is a complete chain. If any link is broken, the power will be greatly reduced."

"I will now teach you a very basic breathing method and a matching standing meditation method. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

As he spoke, Su Chen began to demonstrate for himself.

What he taught was not some profound internal skill, but a body-strengthening method that he simplified and refined from the countless divine skills he had learned, which was most suitable for the physique of ordinary people and could maximize the stimulation of human potential.

Although this method cannot cultivate internal energy, it can greatly strengthen a person's muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, and improve strength, speed, and reaction ability.

At first, everyone thought the breathing method and standing posture were strange and uncomfortable to practice.

But just half an hour later, everyone sensed the difference.

A surge of heat rose from their dantian and lower abdomen, flowing through their limbs and bones. The muscles that were sore from the high-intensity training were rapidly recovering, and their bodies seemed to be filled with inexhaustible strength!

Gao Dazhuang tried throwing a punch, and the wind howled as the punch was at least 30% stronger than before!

Liang Sanxi was even more shocked to discover that the old injury on his leg didn't hurt as much anymore!

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!" Jin Kailai jumped three feet high, his face filled with ecstatic joy.

Lei Kaihua's eyes lit up as he sidled up to Su Chen, his face full of admiration: "Brother Chen, what kind of divine skill is this? It's amazing! You're already this powerful just from learning a little bit. If I learned your 'Regretful Dragon Soaring' move, wouldn't I be able to take off on the spot?"

Su Chen smiled and patted his head: "The time isn't right yet, let's lay a solid foundation first."

The phrase "the time is not right" sparked a flurry of speculation among everyone present.

Could it be that... we'll have the chance to learn that kind of true divine skill in the future?

In an instant, an unprecedented fervor and desire ignited in everyone's eyes!

On the distant command tower, He Zhijun held a telescope, taking in all of this.

When he saw Gao Dazhuang punch a sandbag so high that it flew more than five meters into the air, the binoculars in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

He Zhijun was stunned at first, then burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.

He laughed until tears streamed down his face, slapping his thighs and talking incoherently.

"I've struck gold! I've really hit the jackpot this time! One Su Chen has more than doubled the fighting power of my entire Wolf Fang unit! If I could get a few more days of guidance from him..."

He dared not think any further.

All he knew was that his unit was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

An army composed of mortals is taking its first solid step toward the realm of "gods".

All of this stemmed from the young captain who was calmly instructing everyone on the training field.

He Zhijun picked up the binoculars and looked at Su Chen's back again. The fervor in his eyes was more intense than that of any other soldier on the training ground.

The war is not over yet.

But the scales of victory seem to have begun to tip irreversibly because of the appearance of one person.