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

On the platform, Su Chen watched the dozen or so figures disappear around the corner of the camp before the fierce look on his face slowly faded and returned to calm.

"The rest of you, disperse!"

He turned around and gave orders to the nearly three thousand soldiers who were still standing solemnly below.

"Return to your posts and continue training!"

"yes!"

The response was overwhelming.

Although everyone was burning with determination, wishing they could be the ones going into battle right now, military orders were absolute. The soldiers turned around in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, and left the training ground in an orderly fashion, like the receding tide.

The footsteps faded into the distance, but the overwhelming fighting spirit that lingered in the air did not dissipate for a long time.

Everyone understood that today's mobilization was like a fuse, igniting the volcano of Kunlun. From this day forward, every training session would no longer be a simple improvement in physical fitness and combat skills, but rather a preparation for the next expedition!

Soon, only Su Chen, Gao Dazhuang, and a few other command personnel remained on the empty training ground.

"Brigade Commander..." Gao Dazhuang rubbed the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin and spoke in a muffled voice, his eyes still fixed on the direction where Long Xiaoyun and the others had disappeared, "You're just letting them go like that? This is Kunlun's first battle, and it's against those... weirdos."

That was, after all, an unheard-of bio-monster. The destructive power shown in the video alone was enough to give any regular elite force a headache.

"Don't worry?" Su Chen smiled, turned around, and patted Gao Dazhuang's solid, iron-like shoulder with a dull "thump".

"Old Gao, your perspective is still stuck in the past. You don't seem to fully understand what kind of force Kunlun really is."

Su Chen held up one finger.

"Long Xiaoyun, a late-stage Grandmaster, is only half a step away from condensing her Golden Core and stepping into the realm of a terrestrial immortal. She alone is an army."

He then extended a second finger.

"Leng Feng, at the peak of the late-stage Innate Realm, possesses a murderous aura that is so tangible that he is virtually unmatched among his peers. He is a born battlefield wolf king."

"The rest of the team members, the weakest of whom are at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, would all be formidable forces in their own right. Not to mention, there's also Du Feifei."

An indescribable gleam appeared in Su Chen's eyes—the purest appreciation and confidence in the blade he had forged with his own hands.

"A team like this, let alone clearing out five monsters and a group of mercenaries, could easily take a stroll and have a cup of tea in the White House in the US right now."

Su-Chen's tone was calm, yet it conveyed an absolute power that could crush everything.

"So, what you should be worried about isn't whether they'll lose. It's whether they'll get so carried away that they'll dismantle the prisoners I want alive."

"..." Upon hearing this, Gao Dazhuang opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only scratch his head and chuckle.

That makes sense.

My mind still can't quite grasp things. I subconsciously use the old-fashioned combat strength assessment system to define Kunlun, forgetting that these kids have long since transcended the realm of ordinary people.

That's no longer a matter of combat power; it's a matter of dimensional reduction.

……

Tarmac.

A strategic transport aircraft named "Kunpeng," painted entirely in matte black and with a futuristic, sci-fi-inspired design, lies quietly on the ground, like a steel behemoth poised to pounce.

The massive tail hatch was fully open, revealing a spacious cabin filled with sophisticated instruments.

Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, Yu Fei, and others have already changed their clothes.

Wearing a state-of-the-art black combat suit, made of a blend of dragon tendons and special memory fibers, it is both form-fitting and durable. The surface of the suit is adorned with energy patterns barely perceptible to the naked eye, marking the integration of an individual life support system and a simple energy shield.

They were silently and efficiently loading specially made metal boxes onto the plane.

The box no longer contained the usual Type 95 rifles and fragmentation grenades.

"Hey lunatic, is this thing even reliable?" Shi Sanba muttered, picking up a strangely shaped rifle. The gun was a third shorter than a regular rifle, with no ejection port or bolt, only an LCD screen displaying a dark blue energy bar.

"There's not even a pull tab. What if it gets stuck?"

Leng Feng took the electromagnetic rifle from his hand, skillfully removed the energy cartridge, and then reinstalled it, his movements fluid and effortless. He weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy, and a profound sense of destruction emanated from his palm.

"This is an electromagnetic weapon, not your household firewood stick," Leng Feng replied without looking up. "If you don't like how it works, you can bite it with your teeth."

Yu Fei, who was inspecting a row of high-explosive psionic bombs shaped like rugby balls, coldly added, "Using his brain to unclog the gun barrel might be more effective."

"Hey! You two..." Shi Sanba immediately puffed out his beard and glared at him.

These special weapons, specially designed for Kunlun warriors by Du Feifei's research team, are each capable of posing a fatal threat to martial artists below the Grandmaster level.

Just as the group was bickering, Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei walked over side by side.

"Captain! Sister-in-law!"

Leng Feng and the others immediately fell silent, stopped what they were doing, stood at attention, and looked at each other with genuine respect.

Long Xiaoyun waved her hand: "Continue loading, we'll depart on time in five minutes."

After saying that, she pulled Du Feifei around the fuselage and walked into the shadows in a corner of the tarmac. Su Chen was already waiting there.

"husband."

"Brother Chen."

The commander and the calm and wise chief engineer, who had been exuding an aura of authority just moments before, instantly shed their armor the moment they saw the man. The two stunningly beautiful women, one on each side, naturally took Su Chen's arm and gently rested their heads on his shoulders.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air, dispelling the smells of engine oil and steel.

Su Chen stretched out his arms and embraced their soft bodies, feeling the tenderness and affection that belonged only to him.

He lowered his head and pressed his warm lips to Du Feifei's smooth forehead, as if branding his own mark on a rare treasure.

"When I get to the front lines, saving lives is the priority, but my own safety is even more important. I don't want my Feifei to lose a single hair."

"Mmm." Du Feifei nodded obediently. She tilted her pretty face up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and took the initiative to place a slightly cool kiss on his lips.

Then, Su Chen turned to Long Xiaoyun.

Looking into her bright eyes, which showed no fear but instead burned with fierce fighting spirit, Su Chen's heart melted completely.

He didn't say anything more, but simply pinched her smooth chin and kissed her without giving her a chance to speak.

This kiss was completely different from the tenderness given to Du Feifei.

It is domineering, tender, and carries an undeniable declaration.

He only slowly released her when Long Xiaoyun was breathless from the kiss, her cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, and her eyes welled up with tears. He then pressed his forehead against hers.

"On the battlefield, you are the commander-in-chief of Operation 'Blood Payback'. But before that, you are my woman, Su Chen's woman."

Su Chen's voice was soft, yet every word struck her heart.

"No one can hurt my people. Neither those scum nor yourself, understand?"

Long Xiaoyun's heart felt as if it were filled with the hottest current, and a great sense of happiness made her eyes slightly warm.

She nodded emphatically and responded with a nasal sound.

"Go ahead." Su Chen released them, took a step back, and created some distance.

"I'm in Kunlun, warming up the celebratory wine, waiting for your triumphant return."

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun exchanged a smile, a smile that reflected both the tacit understanding of fighting side by side and their love for the same man.

The next second, the two turned around abruptly without any hesitation.

With that step, their gentleness and shyness vanished, replaced by the resoluteness and sharpness of Kunlun warriors!

With firm steps, they boarded the transport plane, which was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"Buzz—"

The engines of the "Kunpeng" emitted a deep and awe-inspiring roar, and the powerful airflow stirred up the dust on the ground.

The massive fuselage slowly rose into the air, and then, a dazzling blue flame shot out from its tail. The entire transport plane transformed into a black streak of light that tore through the sky, instantly piercing the clouds and disappearing into the azure horizon.

Su Chen stood alone in place until the streak of light completely disappeared and even the roar of the engine could no longer be heard before he slowly withdrew his gaze.

He knew that from this moment on...

Kunlun, the sword he forged with his own hands, a sword powerful enough to shake the world order, has finally been drawn!

It will reveal its unparalleled brilliance to the whole world!

And this is just the beginning.