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

Yokosuka Naval Base, Honshu Island, Japan.

As the home port of the US Seventh Fleet, this base is home to a large Marine Expeditionary Force. At this moment, alarms are also blaring throughout the base, but unlike the chaos at Kadena, the US soldiers here, after their initial shock, quickly demonstrate the discipline expected of an elite force.

Dozens of M1A2 main battle tanks roared to life, their tracks grinding against the ground as they surged out of the garage, quickly forming an ironclad defensive line along the base's main road. Behind the tanks, Bradley infantry fighting vehicles opened their rear hatches, and fully armed Marines filed out, using the tanks as cover to create an impenetrable crossfire.

"Attention all units! The enemy is an unidentified superhuman! Repeat! The enemy is a superhuman!"

On the base's temporary command channel, a colonel from the United States spoke with a slightly hoarse voice due to tension, but his orders were crystal clear.

"Abandon the use of light weapons! All heavy firepower units, open fire freely! Blast them to pieces!!"

His orders were carried out with the utmost speed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of main battle tanks simultaneously spewed out angry tongues of fire from their cannons.

One after another, depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, trailing deadly contrails, tore through the night sky, sweeping towards the black torrent surging from the base's main gate with overwhelming force.

The intense artillery fire instantly engulfed that area.

The towering flames illuminated half of the base as bright as day.

The tank gunners, looking through their scopes at the area engulfed in flames, all wore cruel smiles.

Under the barrage of fire from modern main battle tanks, any flesh and blood body will be mercilessly torn to shreds.

However, when the smoke of battle was dispersed by the night wind, what appeared before them was a scene that made their souls tremble.

That black torrent did not stop at all.

Those black-clad warriors, braving artillery fire powerful enough to level a small mountain, continued their unhurried advance.

Their bodies had somehow developed a faint golden sheen.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, these deadly weapons capable of easily penetrating half-meter-thick homogeneous steel plates, made a series of crisp "clanging" sounds when they hit them, and then fell to the ground powerlessly like pebbles that had been deflected.

Even their footsteps were not hindered in the slightest.

"God...my God..."

A tank commander, watching this supernatural scene on the screen, let out a desperate groan.

He felt as if he were not fighting against humans, but against a group of invulnerable demons who had crawled out of hell.

The tall and strong man charged ahead, too lazy to even defend himself against the shells.

He let an armor-piercing bullet slam into his chest.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Gao Dazhuang's body swayed slightly, and a large hole was burned through his combat uniform on his chest, revealing his bronze skin underneath.

There was only a faint white mark on the skin, which disappeared in an instant.

"Damn it! It was even lighter than a mosquito bite!"

Gao Dazhuang roared impatiently, unleashing the terrifying speed of an early-stage Land Immortal!

His figure left trails of black afterimages on the battlefield.

None of the M country soldiers' dynamic vision could capture his movement trajectory.

They only saw a flash of black light.

next second.

The tall and strong figure had already appeared in front of an M1A2 main battle tank.

"Open it, you bastard!"

With a roar, he suddenly grabbed the tank turret with his arms, which were thicker than an adult's thigh.

"roar--!!!"

With a superhuman roar, he exerted force in his waist and abdomen, and his muscles bulged up like a coiled dragon or a crouching python!

"Crunch—creak—!"

The sickening metallic creaking echoed throughout the battlefield.

He actually tore the turret, which weighed tens of tons, off the vehicle body!

The soldiers inside the tank didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into a bloody mess by the terrifying force, along with all the sophisticated instruments inside.

Gao Dazhuang raised the massive turret high above his head, like an ancient war god, and then slammed it down hard on another tank that was firing next to him.

"BOOM—!!"

With a deafening roar, two steel behemoths, representing the pinnacle of human industrial achievement, were reduced to a pile of twisted scrap metal by his brute force.

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the M country soldiers.

Their proud ironclad defenses became a laughable joke in the face of overwhelming power.

Meanwhile, the other team led by Lei Kaihua staged an even more magnificent, destructive art.

"Flaming Blade!"

Lei Kaihua pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed through the air at the steel jungle of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles in front of him.

A massive, crimson blade of energy, hundreds of meters long, shot out from his hand.

The blade energy was incredibly hot; wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be ignited, creating distorted ripples.

"Sizzle—!"

There was no explosion, only a soft sizzling sound like a hot knife cutting through butter.

A row of seven or eight main battle tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, which were blocking the way with the blade's energy, were silently split in two, starting from the middle.

The cut surface was smooth as a mirror, and crimson magma was slowly flowing through it.

The M country soldiers inside didn't even feel any pain before being instantly vaporized into nothingness by the terrifying heat.

"All swords return to their origin!"

The hundreds of soldiers behind him drew their swords in unison.

Countless sharp sword energies soared into the sky, converging in the air to form a deathly dark cloud composed of sharp swords.

"fall!"

With Lei Kaihua's command.

The dark cloud of sword energy, like a torrential downpour, covered the M country soldiers' positions below.

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

A series of dense sounds, like rain pattering on banana leaves, rang out.

Countless M country soldiers were instantly dismembered under the endless sword energy, turning into a flurry of blood and flesh.

Their bodies, their weapons, everything they depended on, were torn to shreds in an instant.

The entire battlefield had become a bloody slaughterhouse.

The soldiers of the Kunlun Division are the most efficient butchers.

They viewed the resistance of the M country soldiers as a game.

A one-sided, brutal game of slaughter.

Wang Yanbing charged wildly across the battlefield with excitement, his mastery of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms already reaching a level of unparalleled skill.

With each palm strike, a golden dragon shadow roared forth, blasting armored vehicles into countless flying parts.

He even got playful, grabbed the chassis of a military Hummer, and swung it like a hammer, smashing it hard into the enemy group in the distance.

Xu Sanduo was even more direct; he strode heavily, like a bulldozer, sweeping across the battlefield.

Anything that stands in his way, whether it's a person or a tank, will be smashed to pieces by his purest power.

He kept muttering, "Stop shooting, you're making my skin hot..."

Fear, like a plague, spread through the hearts of the surviving M country soldiers.

They threw down their weapons, crying and screaming, and fled towards the rear of the base.

However, how could their two legs outrun the figures of the Kunlun Masters?

A series of dark shadows flashed by, accompanied by short, sharp screams.

The chase continues.

Destruction is spreading.

After eliminating all the heavy firepower units, Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua stopped attacking.

They stood like two gatekeepers, one on the left and one on the right, at the entrance of the base, watching with great interest as their men carried out this bloody carnival.

"Old Lei, what do you think the division commander is thinking?" Gao Dazhuang asked in a gruff voice, carrying a tank gun barrel that he had twisted into a pretzel. "Isn't this kind of fighting a bit too much?"

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lei Kaihua's mouth.

"Bullying someone?"

"Back then, when they used foreign guns and cannons to blast open our country's doors, they didn't feel like they were bullying us."

"Today, we're just saying hello to them in a way they can understand."

His gaze passed over the base engulfed in flames and drifted into the distance.

That place is Tokyo.

There, an even more important blood debt awaits them to settle.