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

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the heavy stench of blood mixed with the damp chill of the rain solidified into a suffocating atmosphere in the valley. Yan Zhong gave no one a chance to catch their breath; his cold, hard voice pierced through the rain, ringing out in everyone's tactical headsets, concise and decisive.

"Clear the battlefield, replenish ammunition, and in five minutes, march at full speed towards 'Devil's Jaw'!"

Once the order was given, the fifty Dragonblood Warriors instantly transformed into the most efficient war machine. Some checked the corpses and finished them off, while others scavenged usable ammunition and explosives from the drug dealers' equipment. The whole process was smooth and efficient, without a single unnecessary word.

Li Weiguo and his three surviving brothers had just had their wounds treated by the medics, and the relief of surviving a disaster hadn't even warmed their hearts when they were stunned by this order.

Forced march? Now?

He glanced at his brothers beside him, their faces pale and struggling to even stand, then looked at his own arm, wrapped in bandages like a dumpling, and a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him. They had just gone through a life-or-death battle, their physical and mental strength already pushed to the limit. They were like a rubber band stretched too tight and then suddenly loosened, barely having the strength to move a finger.

However, military orders are absolute.

Five minutes later, this mixed team embarked on their journey to hell.

The rugged, muddy mountain path, washed away by the torrential rain, had become a slippery swamp. Tangled tree roots and sharp pebbles lay hidden beneath the murky water; a slight misstep could lead to a stumble. For Li Weiguo and his companions, each step felt like a struggle against the entire mountain, each landing requiring an immense exertion of strength.

Before long, their breathing became heavy, like that of a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a burning pain, as if their lungs were about to burst. Their vision began to blur, and their steps became unsteady, only managed to hold on by a will that refused to fall before these "divine soldiers."

The team member codenamed "Judge" glanced back at Li Weiguo and his three companions hanging at the back of the line, and whispered something to his comrade beside him. His voice was not loud, but it was just enough to be carried by the wind.

"Tsk, look at them, it reminds me of the miserable state I was in when I first ran five kilometers in recruit training. But then again, I don't think I'm as weak as them."

Another teammate chuckled, "You're only doing this because you haven't been shot yet. Damn it, didn't you wet your pants back in the day?"

"Get lost! That's sweat!"

Li Weiguo felt a burning sensation on his face as he listened to the teasing. He felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, wanting to retort but lacking the strength to even open his mouth. He could only grit his teeth and force himself to move forward with his leaden legs.

Just as he felt he was about to reach his limit and his consciousness was beginning to blur, he subconsciously looked up and saw the fifty black figures in front of him.

Then, he froze, his mouth opening unconsciously, unaware that rainwater was pouring in.

Those fifty Dragonblood Warriors, each carrying over a hundred pounds of heavy equipment, traversed this swampy mountain path—a path that would break even the most skilled off-road enthusiasts—as if walking on flat ground! Their steps were steady and powerful, their speed undiminished. Most terrifyingly, Li Weiguo couldn't even hear a single heavy breath from any of them. Their calm, long breathing rhythm made it seem as if they weren't on an extreme forced march, but rather taking a leisurely stroll in their own backyard.

Suddenly, a member of the Wolf Fang team walking in the middle of the group slipped on a moss-covered stone covered in mud.

Li Weiguo's heart jumped into his throat.

But what happened next completely overturned his understanding. The moment the team member lost his balance, his core muscles in his waist and abdomen suddenly burst out with a terrifying power, and he made an unbelievable twist in mid-air, and his other foot had already stepped onto a rock next to him with lightning speed.

"Snap!"

The hard rock was actually shattered by his stomp, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions.

Using the recoil, the team member continued forward without pausing, like a cannonball. The entire process was so fast that it left only a blur, a mixture of violence and beauty.

"I...my god..." A young armed policeman next to him couldn't help but blurt out a curse word, his voice trembling.

Li Weiguo stared blankly at the scene, his mind a complete blank. He had always thought that he and his men were the best of the best, the elite of the elite, and that their strength was not much different from that of special forces. But today, he truly understood what it meant to be outmatched and capable.

The gap between myself and them can no longer be measured by physical strength and skills alone; it is an absolute gap in the level of life, like an insurmountable chasm.

These are the true kings of soldiers! No, they can no longer be called soldiers; they are a group of war gods in human skin!

Just as Li Weiguo was feeling excited, a tall figure slowed down and walked alongside him.

The teammate didn't look at him, but instead took out a few chocolate bars and a water bottle from his tactical vest and stuffed them into his arms.

"I ate the high-energy nutrition bar specially supplied by Wolf Fang. I also drank the water with concentrated electrolytes added." The voice was calm and emotionless, yet it warmed Li Weisheng's heart.

"We..." Li Weiguo wanted to say that we were okay, but the words just wouldn't come out.

The team member seemed to read his mind and said only one sentence: "Don't waste time. We need a living guide, not a dead body that's holding us back."

Rough words are not rough.

Li Weiguo stopped being coy and clumsily tore open the packaging with one hand and his teeth, stuffing the dark energy bar into his mouth. The initial taste wasn't good, even a little bitter, but as it slid down his stomach, a gentle warmth quickly spread throughout his body, miraculously dispelling most of the deep-seated fatigue. Even the wound on his arm seemed to hurt less.

Although they still couldn't keep up with the Dragonblood Squad, at least they could barely move their legs again.

For the rest of the journey, the fifty Dragonblood Warriors seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. They would take turns slowing down and walking silently to Li Weiguo and his companions, using their steel-like arms to half-support and half-carry them forward.

Li Weiguo was being supported by a teammate. The hand on his shoulder felt less like a human hand and more like a steel hoop, so steady that Li Weiguo couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance. He could clearly feel that the other person was only using a small portion of their strength, yet this man weighing over 160 pounds was walking more easily than usual.

This bizarrely styled team, at an incredible speed, tore through the rainy night in this perilous primeval jungle.

As the deepest darkness before dawn enveloped the earth, the march finally slowed down.

Under Li Weiguo's intermittent guidance, they quietly arrived at the outer edge of the Death Canyon, which the locals called "Devil's Jaw".

The rain gradually subsided, turning into a light drizzle.

Ahead, two massive limestone peaks, like two ferocious fangs, tore at the night sky, leaving only a narrow gap between them—this was the drug traffickers' lair.