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

The night was as dark as ink, and the icy sea wind whipped up waves several meters high, which then crashed violently against the jagged rocks with a deafening roar. This sea, in the eyes of ordinary people, was a forbidden zone capable of swallowing everything, a place where life ended. But for the three thousand elite soldiers of the Kunlun Division, it was merely a smooth path to a feast of revenge.

Tall and strong, he charged ahead, his imposing body carving a long white trail through the sea. He didn't use any fancy light-footed techniques, relying solely on the terrifyingly powerful internal energy of a terrestrial immortal, condensing high-pressure vortexes beneath his feet that appeared and disappeared in an instant. With each step, the seawater beneath his feet was forcefully pressed into a half-meter-deep crater, and the resulting explosive force propelled his heavy body forward like a cannonball.

This speed is even faster than the top-of-the-line speedboats at sea!

This scene is not that of an ordinary person; it is clearly an ancient water god inspecting his own territory.

"Damn! That felt great!"

Gao Dazhuang let the salty sea breeze lash his face like knives, and the pent-up heroic spirit that had been building up in his chest for decades finally found an outlet. He couldn't help but roar to the sky, the roar rolling like a dragon's cry, which actually made the giant waves in front of him shrink by half.

Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, and Long Xiaoyun followed closely behind, their movements displaying yet another unique style.

Lei Kaihua's figure was elusive, his toes lightly touching the crest of the waves without stirring up any extra splashes. He blended into the night wind, and with each breath, he could glide dozens of meters.

Liang Sanxi's "Lingbo Weibu" has reached a state of perfection. His figure appears and disappears among the waves, and his steps seem chaotic, yet he always manages to step on the highest point of each wave with exquisite precision, using the force of the waves against him. His movements are unpredictable, making it impossible for anyone to track his trajectory.

Jin Kailai, on the other hand, was the most composed. He took one step at a time, his feet freezing into solid ice the moment they touched the water, unshaken by the pounding waves. He was like a fortress moving at high speed on the sea, steadily advancing, unstoppable.

Long Xiaoyun's figure was the most pleasing to the eye. Her long dress swayed gently in the wind, and lotus flowers seemed to bloom beneath her feet. With each step, a translucent lotus platform formed from water droplets supported her jade-like feet, allowing her to stroll leisurely on the vast expanse of waves.

The three thousand warriors at the Grandmaster level staged a spectacle that shattered the barriers of human understanding. They released their inner force to form protective shields, keeping the icy seawater at bay. Everyone pushed their learned lightness skills to the limit, and in an instant, the entire sea surface was filled with figures, converging into a black tide that surged upstream.

Even at a time like this, Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang, these two old rivals, didn't forget to bicker.

"He Chenguang! Can you hurry up with your fancy footwork? If you keep swaying like that, I'll twist the heads off those American soldiers and use them as chamber pots!" Wang Yanbing shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran. He was using the "Ladder Cloud Leap" technique, which allowed him to soar high into the air, gliding with wide, powerful, and domineering movements.

"Vulgar." He Chenguang snorted coldly, shifted his feet, and his figure suddenly turned into a Z-shaped afterimage, leaving a long trail on the water's surface. In the blink of an eye, he overtook Wang Yanbing. "By the time your clumsy bear-like body moves over there, the food will be cold."

Li Erniu followed honestly behind the two, using the simplest form of the "Grasshopper's Song"—nothing fancy, just solid footwork. Each step he took splashed water everywhere, and he muttered to himself, "Hey, you two, slow down, don't leave me behind..."

Leng Feng maintained a steady pace, like a lone wolf traversing the night, silent and deadly. His aura blended perfectly with the dark sea; without seeing him in person, even divine sense could hardly detect his presence.

Su Chen and Du Feifei were at the very back of the group. Su Chen wasn't running; he stood with his hands behind his back, his feet resting on an invisible cushion of true essence, moving with the wind at an undiminished speed. Du Feifei stood beside him, securely protected by a transparent shield, not even a wisp of sea breeze could reach her.

Du Feifei gazed at the magnificent scene of three thousand grandmasters crossing the sea, her beautiful eyes gleaming with astonishment. Words failed her. She gripped Su Chen's hand tightly, her voice trembling slightly, "Brother Chen, this...this is more exaggerated than any science fiction movie I've ever seen."

Su Chen smiled. His divine sense had already spread like an invisible net, covering a hundred miles of sea. No movement could escape his perception. In his "vision," dozens of nautical miles away, several South Korean patrol boats were conducting routine operations. The crew members on board were idly drinking coffee. Their radar system, which they were so proud of, was completely unresponsive to this ghostly legion moving at high speed on the sea.

"This is just the beginning." Su Chen's voice was calm, yet it contained an overwhelming and powerful aura. "After tonight, this world will need to relearn how to write the word 'fear'."

Time flies by in its rapid pace.

More than an hour later, rows of tiny lights appeared on the distant horizon.

We've arrived at Pyeongtaek Naval Base.

The place was brightly lit, the silhouettes of massive warships lurking in the night, radar antennas spinning tirelessly, and beams of bright searchlights weaving a net across the sea. In the eyes of the M country, this was their most fortified stronghold in Northeast Asia, a symbol of hegemony.

But in Kunlun Shi's eyes, this place was nothing more than a giant graveyard that was about to be razed to the ground.

Su Chen raised his right hand and clenched it in mid-air.

A simple gesture.

The three thousand black-clad warriors, who had been treading on the waves, moved in perfect unison and froze instantly. They hovered on the sea surface several kilometers from the coastline, concealing all their presence, like three thousand sculptures blending into the night.

That suppressed fighting spirit and killing intent, at this moment, was tightly compressed, like a volcano about to erupt, waiting only for the final command.

Su Chen's gaze pierced through the layers of defenses, landing directly on the core command center of the base. His lips twitched slightly, not with a smile, but with some more primal emotion.

"Operation begins."

He issued the final instructions via his individual communicator.

The moment the words left her lips, Long Xiaoyun was the first to vanish from the spot. Her fifty-person team, like ghosts swallowed by the night, silently infiltrated towards the coastline.

At the same time, Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with bloodlust. Leading a thousand warriors, they transformed into two black torrents, advancing from the left and right towards the land where South Korean reinforcements might appear, launching a large-scale encirclement.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai, along with the remaining thousand men, stood behind Su Chen.

They are the main attacking force.

It is the sharpest dagger to tear through the enemy's defenses.

Su Chen's gaze finally fell on them, and his voice, transmitted clearly through the communicator, reached the ears of each of the main attacking players.

"Remember, your mission."

"Crush them with the wildest force!"

Liang Sanxi licked his dry lips, a mixture of cruelty and excitement appearing on his face: "Commander, don't worry."

Jin Kailai slowly drew the Tang sword from his back; the blade was colder in the night than the light of a searchlight.

A bloody feast is about to begin.