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

While a miracle was unfolding on Du Feifei's side, the "teaching match" on this side of the battlefield had come to an end.

Every single member of the Kunlun Squad went up and went through the motions with the five tyrants.

result?

No doubt about it.

In the eyes of Wang Zhan and his Wolf Warriors, the monsters that were like demons crawling out of hell became moving targets in the hands of the Kunlun team members, and the more resilient ones at that.

The terrifying power that monsters pride themselves on is like an adult toying with a child in the face of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill." Their ghostly speed becomes a slow-motion replay in the face of the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique).

As for that formidable defense that even heavy machine guns struggle to penetrate, it can indeed withstand most punches and kicks without using internal energy, but that's about it.

Kunlun's martial arts are ever-changing, targeting weaknesses, making those tyrants howl in pain, their joints dislocated, but they quickly recover thanks to their abnormal regenerative abilities, a cycle that is nothing short of torture.

"Alright, everyone come back."

Long Xiaoyun glanced at her watch and felt that this level of probing was sufficient, so she spoke calmly and called off this one-sided "sparring".

A dozen or so team members returned somewhat reluctantly, each with a relaxed smile on their face, steady breathing, and hardly a bead of sweat on their foreheads, showing no signs of having just experienced a high-intensity battle.

"Tell me, how does it feel?" Long Xiaoyun asked.

"Hey, it's nothing special." Shi Sanba was the first to speak. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned, muscular body, and said in a loud and carefree manner, "When that big oaf throws a punch, it's like a small truck is hitting him. He's stronger than most of the guys in our team by sheer brute force. His speed is passable, and his reaction time isn't slow. If he doesn't use his internal energy, he can barely keep up with our pace."

He clicked his tongue and added, "They're just too stupid. They only use the same few moves over and over again. It's not fun to fight them."

"Defense is their only strength." Yu Fei's summary was as concise as ever, but his eyes gleamed with an almost anatomist's inquisitive light. "Their skin is tough, and their muscle density is extremely high. Ordinary physical attacks, unless they target nerve nodes and joints, are unlikely to cause effective damage."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "Moreover, their cellular activity is abnormally high, and their self-healing ability is very strong. I estimate that conventional wounds can heal in just a few minutes. The US has made some progress in this area, but unfortunately, it's a dead end."

"Well summarized." Long Xiaoyun nodded, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, including Wang Zhan in the distance and the mercenaries who were slumped like mud, before making her final judgment.

"A bunch of failures who went astray."

Her voice was calm, yet it was like a nail, clearly driven into everyone's ears.

"Those people in the US are trying to bypass the fundamentals of human cultivation and forcibly create so-called 'super soldiers' through viruses and genetic modification. They are wrong from the start."

"These things have brute force but lack the martial will and combat wisdom to match it. Their energy circulation is crude and savage, relying solely on the most primitive collisions. In the face of our Kun martial arts system, which absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and tempers one's own spirit, they are full of flaws."

A hint of disdain flickered across Long Xiaoyun's lips.

"To conventional forces, they are killing machines. But to us..."

"Even serving as a sparring partner is a stretch."

These words, though spoken lightly, were more piercing than any insult.

The old cat's face had completely lost all color.

His biggest trump card, the biological weapon that he believed could sweep away thousands of troops, was actually not even a "barely qualified" sparring partner in the opponent's evaluation.

This is no longer contempt; it is a look down from a higher level of life!

"The test is over."

Long Xiaoyun's gaze fell on Leng Feng.

"Get down to business."

Leng Feng understood.

He strode forward, slowly and deliberately, step by step, toward the old cat who was slumped on the ground.

The military boots made a soft "shh, shh" sound as they stepped on the mud mixed with bullet casings, each step feeling like stepping on the old cat's heart.

Leng Feng stopped in front of him, looking down at the arrogant mercenary leader who had just been so overbearing. His eyes held no anger, no murderous intent, only indifference as if looking at trash.

"Old Cat?" Leng Feng's voice was calm, as if he were confirming something trivial.

"We've inspected the toys you brought."

He lifted his foot and gently patted the old cat's terrified face with the toe of his dusty military boot.

The movement wasn't forceful, but the insult it conveyed made the old cat's body tremble violently.

"To be honest, it's quite disappointing." Leng Feng's tone carried a lazy, mocking glint. "This is all you have? You dare to come and cause trouble on my Dragon Kingdom's territory?"

"We haven't even shown our true abilities yet, and they're already on their own."

"Tsk tsk, a bunch of good-looking but useless trash."

The shoe toe slapped against his cheek repeatedly, the extreme humiliation like a red-hot iron, searing the old cat's very soul. He wanted to scream, to fight back, to bite off the other's ankle!

But when they met Leng Feng's calm, unwavering eyes, all their courage vanished instantly.

He had a strong intuition that if he dared to make any move, the man in front of him would not hesitate to twist his head off his neck like a bottle cap.

"Alright, I'm not going to waste any more time with you."

Leng Feng seemed to have lost interest in toying with this bug.

He straightened up, withdrew his foot, and even rubbed it on the ground as if it had gotten dirty.

Then, he took two steps back, turned around, and faced the five tyrants who were roaring in confusion because they had lost their target.

"Next, I'm going to let you, and your bunch of country bumpkins, see a real fireworks display."

"And by the way, let you frogs in a well open your eyes."

"Let me see..."

Leng Feng's voice suddenly turned cold.

"What the hell, that's real power!"

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

"Whatever you do, don't blink."

The moment he finished speaking, Leng Feng's entire aura underwent a complete transformation!

If he was just now a lone wolf that had sheathed all its claws and was feigning sleep, then...

At this moment, he is an unparalleled weapon that has broken free from all the shackles of runes and awakened from the ancient battlefield of gods and demons!

"boom--!"

A visible, crimson shockwave exploded outwards from him!

That's not wind; it's an energy field formed by the purest and most refined internal energy!

The air around him twisted and heated violently, the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and countless tiny pebbles were lifted up by the terrifying air pressure, suspended around his body, and then crushed into the finest powder in the next second!

That sharp, domineering, and scorching aura, so intense it seemed to incinerate everything, surged into the sky!

At this moment, even the sunset on the horizon seemed to pale in comparison!