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

The sound wasn't loud, even somewhat lazy, but it was like a red-hot steel needle that pierced the old cat's eardrum without warning, reaching deep into its brain.

He felt as if he had been struck hard by a high-voltage electric shock, and every cell in his body tensed up instantly.

The old cat stiffly turned its head, its gaze passing over the five muscular bio-monsters and precisely locking onto the source of the sound.

Cold front.

The bastard who had ruined his perfect mission had somehow emerged from the menacing group, hands in his pockets.

He walked slowly, his steps leisurely, his military boots making a soft "crunch, crunch" sound as they stepped on the sand mixed with spent bullet casings.

The sound was terrifyingly clear on the deathly silent battlefield.

Each blow was like a heavy hammer, striking the old cat's heartbeat precisely, making every breath incredibly difficult for him.

Even though they were still nearly a hundred meters apart, Old Cat had the illusion that he was being skinned and dismembered. The other person's gaze was like the sharpest scalpel, easily dissecting his proud facade and exposing his deepest, most primal fears to the air.

"You... are you Old Cat?"

Leng Feng stopped, tilted his head slightly, and a smile spread across his face. There was no warmth in that smile, only the cruelty and mockery of a wolf eyeing its prey.

He didn't even glance at the five "tyrants" that had already entered battle stance and were exuding a tyrannical aura.

In his view, these five killing machines, capable of easily overturning tanks, were no different from a few stubborn rocks by the roadside.

In his eyes, there was only the old cat.

"I heard you were looking for me." Leng Feng picked at his ear, the movement as casual as if he were strolling in his own backyard. "You wanted to twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot for your boss?"

These seemingly casual words were more vicious than the loudest slap, striking Old Cat's face hard and leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The blood, which had almost frozen due to extreme fear, was instantly ignited by this overwhelming sense of humiliation, surging wildly through the veins!

"You fucking shut up!" Old Cat roared fiercely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He instinctively pointed his gun at Leng Feng, as if the cold steel pipe could give him a sense of security. "Who do you think you are?! Gods descended from heaven? Let me tell you, in front of the 'Tyrant,' you are nothing! Just a bunch of walking proteins!"

"Did Minden send you?" Leng Feng ignored his threats and roars, and went on to ask his second question, "For that good-for-nothing Wu Ji?"

"you……"

The old cat's pupils suddenly contracted to the most dangerous pinpoints!

How did he know?!

How could he possibly know so much?!

"Alright then." Leng Feng held up an index finger and waved it in front of Old Cat's eyes, his tone as if he were casually discussing the nice weather. "I'll give you a chance to live. Now, immediately, contact that rat Min Deng who only knows how to hide in the gutter and tell him to get over here and see me."

"Or..." Leng Feng's smile grew even more sinister, revealing a set of chillingly white teeth, "I'll first crush you, and all those immature brats behind you, one by one. Then, I'll go to the Golden Triangle, drag him out of his lair, and personally send him down there to reunite with his good-for-nothing brother."

"You choose one."

mad!

Lawless!

Old Cat has been living on the edge for over a decade, from the black soil of Africa to the deserts of the Middle East, and has seen countless vicious criminals, but he has never seen such an arrogant man!

Fear, anger, humiliation, horror...

Countless emotions exploded in his chest like dynamite, shattering his last shred of reason!

"Aaaaah! Kill him! Slaughter them all!!"

The old cat, looking like a madman, his face contorted in a grotesque roar, used all his strength to press the blood-red button on the controller in his hand, which represented the highest attack sequence!

"roar--!"

The moment the command was given, the last trace of life in the crimson eyes of the five tyrants vanished completely.

That fear, originating from the depths of our genes, was forcibly suppressed by cold electronic commands.

A more violent and purer killing desire erupted like magma, completely dominating their bodies!

Five monsters roared to the sky at the same time!

The sound waves even created visible ripples in the air!

Their massive bodies, like five heavy battering rams at full speed, launched a devastating, desperate charge towards Long Xiaoyun and the others!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth is groaning and trembling!

"Well done!"

Faced with this terrifying scene that would make any modern army shudder, Long Xiaoyun showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a burning excitement of battle intent ignited on her face.

She didn't even look back at the five charging monsters; instead, she gave an order to the equally eager team members behind her, an order that shattered the worldviews of Wang Zhan and all the surviving members of the War Wolf team.

"Don't just sit still, stretch your muscles and get moving."

"Remember the brigade commander's instructions: don't use your internal energy yet, and put your weapons away. Just use the pure physical strength honed by the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' to play around with them."

"Perfect timing. Let's test the results of our training over this period and also find out what kind of quality these little toys from the US really are."

What?!

Wang Zhan's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Without using internal energy?

No weapons?

Using flesh and blood to fight these monsters that even heavy machine gun bullets can't penetrate?

crazy!

These legendary seniors must have been in seclusion for too long, practicing their skills to the point of going mad and completely losing their minds!

However, Long Xiaoyun's response was not one of doubt, but rather one of enthusiastic reaction.

None of the Kunlun team members felt there was anything wrong with the order. The expressions on their faces were like those of a group of children who had seen their favorite toy, each of them clenching their fists and making a "crackling" sound from their knuckles.

"Captain, I'll go first!" Shi Sanba couldn't contain himself any longer and jumped out impatiently, frantically moving his wrists and ankles while chuckling to himself, "Oh dear, I've been so suffocating! My bones are practically growing mushrooms! These iron lumps will do the trick!"

"Get out of my way!" Yu Fei kicked him, sending him staggering. His words were concise and icy. "With your mediocre skills, don't embarrass yourself."

"Hey! Yu Fei, you expressionless idiot, who are you calling a mediocre amateur...?"

While the two were bickering, the number one tyrant, who was at the very front, had already rushed to within twenty meters of the group, accompanied by a foul stench!

Its fist, as big as a palm leaf fan, was raised high, with a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear through the air, and it slammed down towards the front of the crowd!

Shao Bing took a step forward.

Calm and steady as a mountain.

He stood there like a nail, firmly planted in front of everyone.

Faced with a giant fist powerful enough to smash an armored vehicle into a pancake, he didn't even blink, neither dodging nor avoiding it.

He simply took a slow breath and, in turn, raised his fist.

A normal, human fist.

Compared to the tyrant's ferocious, sandbag-sized fist, Shao Bing's fist seemed so small, so insignificant, so... vulnerable.

But at the moment Shao Bing threw a punch, all the muscles in his body rippled and bulged slightly with a strange rhythm that was incomprehensible to ordinary people!

His exposed skin even had an indestructible bronze sheen!

next second.

Two fists, one large and one small, visually extremely disproportionate, collided violently under the horrified gazes of Wang Zhan and the others, amidst the ferocious and maniacal smile of the old cat!