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

The blade is already drawn; it's only a matter of time before blood is consumed.

But when this sharp blade belongs to Su Chen, it drinks the blood of an entire nation.

The "Dragon Soul" commando team vanished like ghosts into the towering mountains of northern Vietnam. No one knew where they went; even the command center at the Wolf Fang base only knew their general direction of movement.

The third hour since the operation began.

On the northern front of the Vietnamese army, radar station No. 773, codenamed "Scorpion," was built on a mountaintop. This radar station was the most important eye of the Vietnamese army in the north, capable of monitoring all aerial movements within a radius of 300 kilometers.

"Damn it, this weather is awful, we can't even see a bird." The two sentries huddled in their bunker, complaining about the cold wind on the mountaintop.

Before they could finish speaking, an extreme cold current, seemingly originating from the Siberian ice sheet, suddenly swept across the entire mountain.

"W-what's going on? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?" A sentry's teeth chattered as he was horrified to discover that his breath was instantly freezing into ice crystals in the air.

Then, he saw it.

A figure had silently appeared in the center of the radar station. The person was tall and straight, with hands behind their back, emanating a faint, icy blue aura.

It was Su Chen.

"Enemy... Enemy attack!" The sentry tried to raise his gun, but found that his body was frozen stiff and he couldn't even pull the trigger.

Su Chen didn't even glance at them, but slowly raised his right fist.

"Heavenly Frost Fist - Frost Binds the Midnight Sun!"

He threw a punch, but there was no wind, no sound. Only a visible icy blue chill rippled outwards from him.

Wherever it goes, time seems to freeze.

Radar antennas, barracks, sentry towers, and even the terrified Vietnamese soldiers were instantly covered by a thick layer of crystal-clear ice, turning into lifelike ice sculptures.

Within seconds, the entire mountaintop was transformed into a deathly silent world of ice and snow.

Su Chen's figure flashed and he was already a hundred meters away. Behind him, Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi and others filed out. They all swallowed hard as they watched this miraculous scene.

"Wow... Brother Chen's method is much faster than liquid nitrogen cooling." Lei Kaihua rubbed his arms and muttered softly.

"Shut up! Keep moving forward, next target, 'Snake Valley' ammunition depot!" Gao Dazhuang hissed, but his eyes betrayed his inner fanaticism.

Half an hour later, the "Snake Valley" ammunition depot.

A full battalion of Vietnamese troops was stationed here. The defenses were tight, with overlapping firing positions, so that not even a fly could get in.

However, just when they thought they were invincible, the curtain of death descended.

Su Chen's figure, like a falling leaf, silently drifted down to the top of the valley. He sat cross-legged in mid-air, his eyes closed, his hands forming a strange mudra in front of his chest.

"All swords return to their origin!"

Om-!

Behind him, thousands upon thousands of giant energy swords, formed from the inner force of a Grandmaster and gleaming with dazzling golden light, appeared out of thin air!

Sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen continents!

These tens of thousands of giant swords, densely packed, blotted out the sky, turning the entire valley into a golden expanse. Each sword radiated a terrifying sharpness capable of piercing steel!

Inside the valley, the piercing alarm had just sounded.

The Vietnamese battalion commander rushed out of the command post, looked up at the sky, and then he was completely dumbfounded.

What did he see?

That was... a celestial river made of swords?!

"Fire! Fire! Fire at the air!" he roared, his voice distorted.

However, it was all too late.

Su Chen gently pressed down with his right hand.

"fall."

A single word, and it is a divine oracle.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Tens of thousands of golden giant swords, like a meteor shower that had received a command, trailed long flames and carried the power to destroy everything, shooting towards the valley below!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

This isn't an explosion, this is the end of the world!

Ammunition depots, munitions depots, and fuel depots were instantly detonated under the cover of a barrage of explosives, triggering a series of earth-shattering secondary explosions!

Barracks, fortifications, and vehicles were cut and pierced by countless sword energies, turning into countless fragments!

The more than 500 Vietnamese soldiers stationed there didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were completely pulverized by the indiscriminate, all-encompassing rain of swords!

As the last sword fell, the smoke and dust dissipated.

Where was the Valley of Venomous Snakes?

There was only one terrifying giant crater, more than two kilometers in diameter, cut into pieces by countless sword marks, and still emitting thick smoke!

On a distant hilltop, Kang Lei and his Iron Fist Regiment's reconnaissance company were responsible for perimeter security. They stared in disbelief at the scene that had plunged them from heaven to hell, collectively falling silent.

"Am I...am we...in a mythical war?" Old Black's voice trembled.

Kang Lei didn't answer. He simply picked up the communicator and, in an almost dreamlike tone, sent the first battle report of the operation to the headquarters back home:

"...The 'Scorpion' has been eliminated, and the 'Snake' has been beheaded. Repeat, the 'Scorpion' has been eliminated, and the 'Snake' has been beheaded. My unit... my unit suffered zero casualties."

……

The next 24 hours were a complete nightmare for the entire northern front of the Vietnamese army.

Their artillery positions were uprooted by a sudden tornado, countless shells were swept into the air and then rained down back onto their positions. —Wind God Leg!

Their armored formations were frozen into massive lumps of iron overnight; all their engines and transmission systems were completely destroyed by the terrifyingly low temperatures. — Frost Fist!

One by one, their command posts, along with the surrounding ground, were wiped off the map by countless sword energies raining down from the sky. —Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!

Meanwhile, the other members of the Dragon Soul Commando Team, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, precisely harvested the high-value targets that scattered and fled amidst the chaos created by Su Chen.

Their combat prowess, honed by Su Chen's "enlightenment" and the stimulation of witnessing miracles time and again, had long surpassed human limits. Each of them had become a highly efficient and cold-blooded killing machine.

When the news of victory flew back to the Dragon Kingdom's headquarters like snowflakes, Lei Zhenguo and his generals had gone from initial shock to numbness.

The Vietnamese army's command system completely collapsed.

"Report! Contact lost at Hill 131!"

"Report! The Anpei logistics base has been attacked by unknown forces and is completely destroyed!"

"Report! Colonel Ruan's command post... is gone! Everything is gone!"

"A demon! That's not human! That's a demon from the Dragon Kingdom! We can't win! We're fighting against God!"

Panic spread like a plague. A defeatist mentality, from soldiers to generals, completely destroyed their last will to fight.

Finally, in the thirty-sixth hour since the "Dragon Soul" commando team broke into northern Vietnam.

After a five-hour emergency meeting, the Supreme Command of the Vietnamese army, an elderly general with gray hair, picked up a red telephone with trembling hands, which led to the highest levels of the Chinese government.

His voice was filled with endless exhaustion and despair.

"We... admit defeat."

"We surrender unconditionally."