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

"boom--!!!"

That wasn't the dull thud of flesh colliding.

Instead, it was a metallic popping sound, like two heavy trucks colliding at full speed, squeezing and deforming in an instant!

Centered on the fists of Shao Bing and Tyrant No. 1, a visible white shockwave exploded outwards!

The violent shockwave, like an invisible wall, swept outwards in all directions.

The sand and soil on the ground, mixed with shell casings, gravel, and bloodstains, were forcibly lifted up, turning into a dust storm that obscured everyone's view!

Wang Zhan and the others, who were closest to the wind, were blown about and staggered by the strong wind. Their faces were stung by the flying sand and gravel, and they could barely open their eyes.

Even Old Cat and his mercenaries, a hundred meters away, felt as if they had been hit by a Category 12 typhoon. They staggered and turned pale with fright.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The scene in the center of the battlefield was clearly presented in everyone's pupils, and then, the last string in their minds called "common sense" snapped completely.

Shao Bing remained standing in the same spot.

The ground beneath his feet cracked like a spiderweb, forming a terrifying depression more than three meters in diameter, centered on his feet.

His body sank slightly, and his combat suit was completely torn apart by the violent force, revealing his bronze-colored, muscular body, as if sculpted from granite.

His fist, which had fought the monster, was completely undamaged, without even a trace of redness or swelling.

And opposite him.

That arrogant tyrant, who was over three meters tall and weighed tons, suddenly staggered backward five or six steps uncontrollably!

Each step he took left a deep footprint on the solid ground.

Its enormous fist, comparable to a battering ram, was now twisted unnaturally at an eerie angle, with bluish-gray bone fragments even piercing through its tough skin, exposed to the air, constantly dripping foul-smelling liquid.

One punch.

Just one punch.

A clash of pure physical strength.

The monster actually lost?!

Moreover, the defeat was so decisive and so complete!

"This...this is impossible!!!" Old Cat's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He screamed, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme horror.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying the power of a "tyrant" could be!

That's a destructive force calculated with the most precise precision, with a peak output exceeding four tons!

But this soldier from the Dragon Kingdom, who was only a little over 1.8 meters tall, actually used his seemingly "slender" fist to... break the bones of a tyrant that was attacking at full power?!

Wang Zhan and his Wolf Warrior teammates were completely speechless, their mouths agape, utterly dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, they were utterly horrified by Shao Bing's seemingly futile attempt to stop a chariot.

But now, this praying mantis has wrecked the car with a single punch!

Who the hell is the monster here?!

"Cough, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is still lacking. It made my wrist go numb." Shao Bing shook his hand and muttered in dissatisfaction, his tone as if he were complaining that today's lunch was not delicious enough.

"Alright, stop showing off, there's a line behind us." Shi Sanba shoved him impatiently.

Looking at the scene before her, Long Xiaoyun showed a satisfied expression and then gave the order.

"Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, Yu Fei, the three of you go and pick one too."

"Alright!" Shi Sanba couldn't wait any longer. With a strange shout, he shot off like a cannonball towards the other tyrant.

Yu Fei then vanished silently from his spot, appearing a second later on the flank of the third tyrant.

Leng Feng's target was the tyrant, the only one severely damaged by a rocket and the one that moved the slowest.

"roar!"

The tyrant seemed to sense the threat from Leng Feng. It abandoned the helpless remnants of its army, turned around, and locked its single, intact eye on the new enemy. With a savage roar, it charged forward with its massive body!

Facing the "human tank" speeding towards him, Leng Feng's face remained completely expressionless.

He didn't even adopt any fighting stance; he simply shifted his foot almost imperceptibly three meters away from where his opponent was about to crash into him.

Lingbo Weibu!

His figure blurred instantly, like a ghost image caused by a poor television signal.

The tyrant's seemingly inevitable charge actually grazed his afterimage and crashed into nothingness!

The immense inertia caused it to stagger forward for more than ten meters before it could barely regain its balance.

Leng Feng, however, had already appeared behind it like a ghost.

"Too slow."

Two cold words reached the tyrant's ears.

It suddenly turned around, and its large, fan-like hand swept across the air with a fierce wind that tore through it!

Instead of retreating, the cold front advanced.

He once again took mysterious steps, his whole body moving like a butterfly flitting among flowers, leisurely traversing the gaps in the attack that were powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments.

Each of the tyrant's attacks was just a fraction of a centimeter away from crushing him into mincemeat.

But that tiny fraction of a centimeter became an insurmountable barrier for it!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The repeated failures of the attacks completely unleashed the monster's ferocity!

It abandoned all techniques and unleashed a barrage of indiscriminate, frenzied punches at the area where Leng Feng was located, with its fists raining down like raindrops!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground was smashed into one terrifying crater after another, with smoke and dust billowing and gravel flying everywhere!

Amidst this fierce and relentless attack, Leng Feng's figure suddenly shot out from the dust and landed lightly thirty meters away, completely untouched by the dust.

"Good strength, and decent speed too."

Leng Feng cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp "crack" sounds, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Too bad, he's just a big, brainless idiot."

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill had already broken through to the seventh level, and his pure physical strength reached as high as seven thousand jin.

In addition, with the tempering and transformation of his body by the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the pills from the Kunlun Base, his explosive power at this moment has already broken through the 8,000 jin mark, which is four tons!

In terms of pure strength, they are now evenly matched with this tyrant.

Moreover, he also possesses combat skills and intelligence that completely overwhelm his opponents.

"Forget it, I'm not going to waste my time with you."

Leng Feng seemed to have lost interest in "playing".

He looked at the tyrant roaring and charging towards him again, and for the first time, he raised his fist.

There was no dodging, no detours.

It's the most primitive, the most savage, head-on confrontation!

He took a slight bow stance, pulled his right fist back, and his muscles and bones, like a fully drawn bow, emitted a series of fine popping sounds!

next second!

His punches are as powerful as dragons!

Two fists, one large and one small, each brimming with destructive power, collided violently in mid-air once more!

"boom--!!!"

A shockwave, even more violent and terrifying than the one Shao Bing had just experienced, exploded out with a deafening roar!

This time, the ground beneath their feet was no longer cracked, but collapsed as if hit by a heavy bomb!

A giant crater, half a meter deep, appeared out of nowhere!

The smoke and dust cleared.

Leng Feng and the tyrant each slid back seven or eight meters, carving two deep furrows in the ground.

have equal shares!

Leng Feng rubbed his slightly numb fist, a knowing glint in his eyes.

This monster's power was indeed formidable, even slightly surpassing his own by a fraction.

but……

"Warm-up is over."

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Leng Feng's mouth.

He released a little internal energy from his feet, and his figure once again turned into a blurry afterimage, actively rushing towards the tyrant who was still swinging his arms, trying to relieve the pain!

The real battle is about to begin!