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

The corridor was deathly quiet, with only heavy breathing echoing throughout.

Those usually imposing generals now looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water, their faces pale, their eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the training ground below, which had returned to calm.

The glass still retained a slight tremor from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" strike.

Those inhuman images kept replaying in their minds.

He physically withstood the Vulcan cannon.

A dance on the edge of a knife.

With a single palm strike, ice formed a hundred meters away.

With a single swing, the armor melted away.

All of this was like a heavy hammer, smashing the military knowledge they had built up over decades of military service to smithereens.

So this is how wars can be fought.

It turns out that humans can really be this strong.

A major general in charge of equipment development, leaning against the cold glass railing, his legs trembling, muttered in a daze, "This is unreasonable... What about the law of conservation of energy? What about the laws of thermodynamics? My physics..."

He felt that his beliefs, along with his worldview, had been repeatedly rubbed into the ground and shattered into powder.

"Old Du, pinch me, let me see if I'm dreaming." A general nudged Du Bangguo next to him.

Du Bangguo completely ignored him.

This old man was the first to struggle out of that out-of-body shock.

He exhaled a long breath, his chest heaving violently. His old face shifted in expression, finally settling on a complex mix of pride, relief, and a strong sense of smugness.

His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Su Chen, then lingered on Su Chen's left and right sides, on the imposing and dashing Du Feifei and the gentle and graceful Long Xiaoyun.

The smile in his eyes seemed to overflow as if it were free.

"Okay! Okay!"

Du Bangguo slapped Su Chen's shoulder hard, with an astonishing force, making a dull thud.

He was completely unaware that his old face was beaming like a rotten chrysanthemum, his wrinkles deepening considerably.

"Su Chen, your two wives are the apples of our Dragon Kingdom's eye, and now they're all yours! You'd better treat them well, or I, this old man, will be the first to tear you apart!"

He said that with such confidence and conviction.

That smugness of "My grandson-in-law is the best in the world, you can all be envious" was practically etched onto his forehead.

How could Long Zhenbang, who was standing next to him, let him steal the limelight all by himself?

Comrade Lao Long cleared his throat, and on his perpetually poker-faced expression, he forced out a smile that was more like a grimace, but the smugness inside was undeniable.

"Old Du is right. Su Chen, our Xiao Yun has been a complete rascal since she was little, only you can keep her in check. You two, one in charge of external affairs, the other in charge of internal affairs, I think you're a match made in heaven!"

Good guy!

These two old foxes, one singing and the other harmonizing, their blatant boasting was like two poisoned knives, aimed at the hearts of the other generals, stabbing them back and forth.

"Damn it..."

Commander Wang of the North China Military Region, his eyes bloodshot, glared at the two disrespectful old men, his back teeth grinding together.

On what grounds?

How could such a fine cabbage in the world be eaten by a pig?

The key point is that this pig is actually a Tyrannosaurus Rex that they would avoid at all costs now!

This feeling of frustration and envy is even more painful than commanding troops to a crushing defeat!

The commanders of the other military regions were also twitching with anger, but dared not speak out.

Who wouldn't want such an outstanding granddaughter or great-granddaughter?

Now look what's happened! The Du and Long families have gotten all the benefits, while they can't even get a sip of soup. They have to stand here and watch them flaunt their wealth. What kind of situation is this?!

Su Chen looked at this group of bigwigs, whose average age was over sixty, yet who were bickering like children, and found it amusing.

He knew that this "eye-opening" trip was almost ready.

He was afraid that if they continued watching, these old generals' hearts wouldn't be able to take it.

……

Farewells are inevitable.

At Kunlun's dedicated airfield, more than a dozen military transport planes had already started their engines, their propellers creating huge air currents and emitting deafening roars.

Su Chen personally handed each of the silver-white military-grade combination lock cases to the commanders of the military regions.

The box felt heavy when I picked it up.

This weight represents not only the weight of dozens of "Dragon Blood No. 1" missiles, but also the future hope of each military region.

"Commander Wang, this is from your North China Military Region." Su Chen handed over the box.

Commander Wang reached out and took it, his fierce eyes fixed on Su Chen. After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Commander Su, in the future... let's keep in touch!"

The implication behind those words is quite profound.

"Commander Li, from the Coastal Military Region."

"Commander Su! The gates of our military region are always open for you! Just say the word if you ever need it!" Commander Li lowered his stance even further.

Having witnessed Kunlun's strength, who would still dare to regard Su Chen as an ordinary division commander?

This is clearly a walking humanoid nuclear weapon!

When it was Du Bangguo's and Long Zhenbang's turn, the tone suddenly changed.

Su Chen immediately had two boxes, which were noticeably larger than the others and almost too big to carry, brought over and placed them in the arms of the two old men.

"Grandpa, these are for you two, I've packed them all. Drive carefully."

This move was like rubbing salt into an already bleeding wound.

The generals, who had just felt a little better after receiving the miraculous medicine, suddenly had their eyes turn red again when they saw the two large boxes of "specially supplied extra-large quantity".

The gazes cast upon them were a mixture of envy, jealousy, and overwhelming hatred.

If looks could kill, these two old men would probably have been tortured to death eight hundred times over.

"Hahaha! Good, good lad!" Du Bangguo, hugging the large box, grinned from ear to ear, while feigning a complaint, "That girl Feifei, well, she hasn't come home to visit in so long. Girls really are a handful!"

Listen to what they're saying, they're so proud they're practically wagging their tails to the sky.

Long Zhenbang, with a look of reluctant satisfaction, patted Su Chen's arm heavily: "Alright, don't see us off. We two old bones won't bother you any further. You young people, do your best and don't let the country down!"

After saying that, the two old men, who had gotten a huge advantage, stood up straight, heads held high, and swaggered onto their respective private jets, ignoring the fiery stares of the crowd around them.

That back view was as dashing as could be, and as infuriating as could be.

Su Chen stood on the tarmac, watching as transport planes taxied and took off one after another, their massive fuselages piercing the clouds and eventually becoming tiny black dots disappearing into the distance on the horizon.

He knew very well that these planes were taking away far more than just a few hundred doses of gene therapy.

What they took away was the formidable power of Kunlun.

What they took away were colossal thunderbolts that were about to detonate throughout the entire military of the Dragon Kingdom.

A super evolution frenzy, ignited by his own hand and sweeping across the entire army, has already begun.