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

The night was deep, but the training grounds of the three military camps were brightly lit, as bright as day.

On the Wolf Fang's training ground, the stench of blood and sweat mingled together, thick and unbearable. People lay scattered on the ground, each one looking as if they had been pulled from the water, their combat uniforms soaked with sweat and blood, clinging tightly to their bodies and outlining the muscular contours of utter exhaustion.

They lost.

In a chaotic battle that lasted all day without any rules, they were eliminated by the last fifty monsters in the most direct and cruel way.

But there was not a trace of dejection on their faces.

A man with a broken arm leaned against another brother whose face was bruised and swollen. Both of them stared intently at the fifty figures receiving injections of medicine not far away.

There was no resentment in those eyes, only an almost twisted longing and unwillingness to accept defeat.

"Damn it... so close..." The man with the broken arm gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, which aggravated the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him gasp in pain.

"Next time! If I have this chance again, I'd rather have three legs broken than not stand until the very end!" The brother next to him spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice hoarse but firm.

This conversation, like a spark, instantly ignited the "corpse-strewn" playground.

All those lying on the ground, no matter how badly injured, struggled, using their last bit of strength to cast their gazes at the fifty victors.

They want to etch this scene deep into their bones and imprint it on their souls.

The shame of being left far behind by their comrades, and the regret of missing out on the opportunity to rise to the top, will become the most vicious whip that spurs them to become stronger day and night in the future!

Meanwhile, the fifty victors are undergoing a transformative metamorphosis.

When the excruciating pain from the medicine receded like a tide, it was replaced by an unprecedented, powerful feeling, as if I could control everything.

They could clearly hear the suppressed breathing of their comrades a hundred meters away.

You can smell the subtle differences in the air caused by the mixing of different blood types.

Their five senses were elevated to a non-human level.

The surging power within them, as if it were about to explode at any moment, gave them the illusion that if they wanted to, they could punch a hole in the sky!

The following week was a painful yet exciting period of adjustment for the newly formed "150 Supermen".

Day 1: Equipment training.

At the Old A base, a team member who had just completed his intensive training walked confidently to the bench press rack. He looked at the barbell, which weighed at least 300 kilograms, grinned maliciously, and without even taking any safety precautions, he gripped the barbell with both hands and thrust his waist and abdomen forward.

"rise!"

"Snap!"

The barbell was lifted.

But the barbell, made of a special high-strength alloy, emitted a tooth-grinding groan under his immense force, and was bent into a strange "U" shape from the middle!

Those around them were watching with twitching eyelids.

The team member was also completely bewildered; he had only wanted to test his strength, never expecting this outcome.

The Iron Fist Gang's side is even more outrageous.

While doing pull-ups, a soldier lost control of his strength and, with a sudden jerk of his hands, snapped off a solid steel pipe, about the size of a bowl, that was welded to the steel frame!

Holding up the steel pipe, he looked at the logistics director, whose face had turned green with anger, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. He scratched his head and revealed a simple, honest smile.

"Um... Director, this thing seems to be of poor quality..."

The logistics director pointed at him, his hand trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer out, "You...you've lost your allowance for this month! Write me a 10,000-word self-criticism! No! 20,000 words!"

The next day, combat training.

Two "supermen" from Wolf Fang are sparring.

The two men collided with a simple impact, producing a muffled thud, as if two speeding trucks had crashed head-on.

The special cement floor beneath their feet was worn down, leaving two deep footprints, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

This is just the beginning.

As the battle progressed, the two fought faster and faster, and the force of their punches and kicks produced a "whooshing" sound that cut through the air, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

The ordinary soldiers watching couldn't see their movements clearly at all; they could only see two blurry shadows entangled at high speed in the field. Each collision produced a dull thud, making their hearts pound with fear.

"stop!"

He Zhijun promptly stopped the destructive training session.

If the fight continues, he's afraid these two guys will tear down his training ground.

Day three, day four...

Under the almost obsessive and targeted training of their respective commanders, these 150 "supermen" finally began to slowly learn how to control the primal power within them.

They were no longer just brutes with sheer strength, but began to perfectly integrate that strength with their years of honed fighting skills and combat instincts.

One week later.

The final testing ground for the Wolf Fang team.

Fifty enhanced soldiers were divided into two teams to conduct a red-blue confrontation.

When the signal to begin the confrontation is given.

One of the blue team members took a deep breath and strained his legs!

"boom!"

The ground beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, and he transformed into an afterimage barely perceptible to the naked eye, instantly traversing a distance of tens of meters at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics, appearing in front of the sniper position behind the red team.

The red team's ace sniper didn't even get a clear look at the target in his scope before he felt a chill on his neck as a cold military knife was pressed against his throat.

The icy touch sent chills down his spine; he could even feel the subtle metallic texture on the blade.

"You are dead." A calm voice rang in his ears.

Meanwhile, the red team also reacted.

Faced with a five-member assault team from the Blue Team, the Red Team commander simply waved his hand calmly.

The three team members behind him simultaneously pulled out specially made alloy riot shields weighing over 100 kilograms from behind their backs and roared as they slammed the shields hard onto the ground!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three shields formed an impenetrable steel wall.

"Da da da da!"

The Blue Team's assault squad opened fire without hesitation, and a dense storm of bullets instantly enveloped the three shields.

However, those specially designed armor-piercing rounds, which were powerful enough to tear through light armor, failed to leave even a dent when they hit the shield, except for a series of dazzling sparks!

Even more terrifying was that the three shield-bearing warriors remained completely still under such intense firepower, as if their feet were rooted to the ground, as stable as Mount Tai!

This is no longer a tactical confrontation.

This is a sci-fi war epic performed by 150 "humanoid Gundams"!

He Zhijun, Kang Lei, and Tie Lu stood on their respective command towers, watching this mind-blowing scene unfold before them, their bodies trembling with excitement.

They knew that from this day forward, their troops would no longer be mere swords in the mortal realm.

Rather, it is the Sword of Damocles hanging over the enemy's head, ready to unleash divine punishment at any moment!

And the hilt of this sword is held in the hands of themselves and the young division commander far away in Kunlun!