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

On the battlefield, the situation can change drastically.

The seemingly hopeless one-sided slaughter was completely reversed the moment the Kunlun Squad appeared.

It turned into... an "exhibition match" that left all the spectators bewildered.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shi Sanba's figure leaped and bounded across the battlefield, as restless as his mouth.

His fighting style perfectly embodies the word "despicable".

He didn't confront the monster head-on, nor did he seek to defeat it with a single blow. He was like the most annoying fly, buzzing around that tyrant who was over three meters tall.

"Hey! You big oaf, haven't you eaten? Your fists are so weak, are you trying to tickle me?"

He ducked to avoid a sweeping blow that could have snapped a tree in two, and with a backhand punch, he slammed it squarely into the tyrant's shinbone. The force of that blow would have pulverized an ordinary person's bones.

The tyrant, in pain, hesitated for a moment, then roared angrily as he turned around and slapped Shi Sanba's head with his large, fan-like hand.

Shi Sanba, however, had already rolled over like a lazy donkey and darted more than ten meters away. Oblivious to his own mortality, he wiggled his buttocks and whistled.

"Come on, chase after your grandpa! If you catch me, you can touch me!"

"roar!"

The tyrant, provoked by him, had bloodshot eyes and completely lost his mind. He strode forward, chasing after him all over the field with a thunderous roar. His huge fists slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Shi Sanba's clothes.

On the other side, Yu Fei's battlefield was eerily quiet.

He moved silently, like a ghost, through the blind spots of the other tyrant's attacks.

There were no unnecessary actions, no wasted words.

Each of his appearances was accompanied by a precise and fatal strike. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows—every part of his body became the sharpest weapon, striking the tyrant's weakest points: joints, tendons, nerve plexuses, and so on.

His strength wasn't forceful, but it carried a subtle, penetrating power that always caused the tyrant's movements to become distorted and stiff at crucial moments.

He was like the most ruthless butcher, not fighting, but deconstructing the monster before him.

But the most crucial focus of the entire battlefield remains Long Xiaoyun.

As the absolute core of this team, a powerful expert in the late stage of the Grandmaster realm, her combat has transcended the realm of "martial arts" and sublimated to the realm of "Tao".

She was facing a one-eyed tyrant who had been severely damaged by rockets but was still incredibly ferocious.

But this monster, which was invincible in the eyes of Wang Zhan and the others, was like a toddler learning to walk in front of Long Xiaoyun, clumsy and laughable.

Long Xiaoyun lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure floated up like a weightless feather.

Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

The tyrant's furious, storm-like attacks seemed to be slowed down countless times in her eyes.

Every punch and every charge it made, Long Xiaoyun could always dodge with the most unbelievable angles and the most extreme postures, without missing a beat.

Her figure sometimes glided past the monster's back like a ghost, and sometimes landed lightly on the monster's fist, using the force to float away into the distance.

She even had the leisure to extend her fair finger and flick the tyrant's hideous forehead lightly during a brief moment of dodging.

The sound was crisp and pleasant.

That action was less of an attack and more of a humiliating harassment.

"roar!!"

The one-eyed tyrant has gone completely insane.

It could sense that this tiny human was toying with it!

It pounded its chest violently, smashing everything around it to pieces, but that fluttering hem of clothing became a nightmare it could never reach.

"Boss... compared to this, what we used to practice was like radio calisthenics, wasn't it?" a surviving member of the Wolf Warriors said to Wang Zhan in a hoarse voice.

Wang Zhan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Radio calisthenics?

No, that's an insult to radio calisthenics.

Their supposedly superior fighting and shooting skills are probably no different from children's play in front of this group.

This is no longer a battle on the same level.

"So, have you figured out everything?"

Long Xiaoyun flashed away and silently retreated back into the formation, her breathing completely undisturbed.

"That's about it!" Shi Sanba also came back, wiping his sweat as he excitedly shouted, "Captain, this thing is a complete idiot! Thick-skinned and incredibly strong, it'll go on forever, it could exhaust a person to death. But that's about it, he's not very bright, he's a sitting duck!"

Leng Feng and Yu Fei also forced their opponents back and returned to their teams, nodding silently in agreement.

"Alright, warm-up over."

Long Xiaoyun waved her hand.

"Next batch, up! Same rules as always, five-minute rotations, no internal energy allowed, don't embarrass me!"

"yes!"

In the queue, several other Kunlun team members who had been suppressing their fighting spirit suddenly became like they had been injected with chicken blood, roaring and rushing forward, seamlessly replacing Leng Feng and the other two.

What happened next left Wang Zhan and the others completely numb.

The newly entered team members, though slightly less imposing than Leng Feng and his group, possessed equally extraordinary skills.

They used fighting styles completely different from the previous three. Some were fierce and domineering, some were agile and unpredictable, and some were wide and sweeping. But without exception, they all suppressed the five tyrants.

Throughout the battlefield, figures flew about, and the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding with flesh and blood were incessant, accompanied by the increasingly weak and powerless roars of the monsters.

The Kunlun Squad actually used these five biochemical weapons, which could easily overturn a local war, as live targets to be used in rotation, as training sandbags!

This composure, this confidence, this absolute strength that made even the most formidable foe seem insignificant—it was like an invisible hammer that shattered the last shred of hope that Old Cat and his mercenaries had.

"Devil...they...they are all devils..."

The adjutant, Ah Hu, completely broke down. He collapsed to the ground, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, and a stench emanated from his crotch.

The assault rifle beside him looked no different from a stick to burn in his eyes at that moment.

With a gun?

What a joke!

Should we give these immortals gua sha (scraping therapy)?

The old cat's face could no longer be described as pale; it was a deathly ashen color, devoid of all blood.

The string of "reason" in his mind snapped completely when he saw the Kunlun team members casually "changing shifts and clocking in".

It’s over.

It's all over.

He finally understood what kind of iron plate he had kicked.

No, this isn't an iron plate, it's a damn Mount Tai covered in electrified steel needles!

run!

A thought, like wild grass, sprouted wildly in his mind.

Must run!

He subtly shifted his gaze, using the corner of his eye to fix his eyes on the dense, primeval forest behind him.

As long as I can squeeze in...

As long as I can get in, with the jungle survival skills I've honed over the past decade of living on the edge, perhaps... perhaps there's still a sliver of hope to survive.

He began to control his breathing, relaxing every muscle in his body, and then, with the slightest, most inconspicuous movement, he slowly moved backward.

One centimeter.

Two centimeters.

……

His movements were slow and deliberate, like dancing on a knife's edge.

however.

Just as he moved less than half a meter, thinking he had gotten away with it,

A lazy, yet chilling voice that sent shivers down his spine rang in his ears without warning.

"If you dare to move again, I won't mind dismantling you into parts first."

The old cat's body froze instantly, as if it had been encased in cement.

He turned his head with difficulty, inch by inch.

Unbeknownst to him, the menacing Leng Feng had silently appeared less than five meters behind him.

He was looking at him with his hands in his pockets and a playful expression.

At that moment, the old cat felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen into ice crystals.