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

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Inside the command center of the USS Ronner Reagan, Admiral Eisen and his staff remained motionless, like puppets frozen in place, gazing upwards.

Their pupils reflected two images that would shatter the faith of any materialist.

On one side, a thousand-meter-long divine dragon, carrying endless thunder, swooped down.

On the other side, the golden palm of ten thousand Buddhas slowly descended, obscuring the entire sky.

Those are two completely different forces.

One type is a pure destructive power filled with destruction and rage.

The other is the power of law, which is full of majesty and judgment, and suppresses everything.

But they share the same goal.

"No……"

General Eisen finally managed to squeeze out a broken syllable from his throat.

His eyes held no anger, no resentment, only the purest fear and despair, emanating from the depths of his soul.

He finally realized that he was not facing any "superpowered person" at all.

I am fighting against a real god.

For mortals who attempt to challenge the gods, there is only one outcome.

That is, being ground into powder.

"boom--!!!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, deafening roar that seemed to come from the ends of the earth.

Shenlong collided with the aircraft carrier battle group.

The Buddha's palm slammed onto the surface of the sea.

In that instant, the entire Tokyo Bay seemed to be pressed down by an unparalleled force!

The sea level suddenly dropped tens of meters!

The aircraft carrier USS Ronner Reagan, a steel behemoth with a displacement of over 100,000 tons, along with the dozen or so Aegis destroyers and nuclear submarines surrounding it, couldn't even put up a second of resistance against that devastating force.

Their sturdy hulls, made of special high-strength steel, shattered instantly, like an eggshell struck by a giant hammer, disintegrating inch by inch from the inside out.

Countless M country soldiers, without even feeling pain, were instantly vaporized into nothingness by that violent energy, along with their souls.

Followed by.

The seawater, pushed to its limit, began to rebound wildly upwards!

"Boom—!!!"

A colossal, ring-shaped wave, hundreds of meters high, spread wildly outwards from the original location of the aircraft carrier group!

That scene was a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than any tsunami!

Wherever the giant wave passed, everything, from the wreckage of an aircraft carrier to anything on the sea, was mercilessly swallowed up, swept into it, and then torn into the most basic particles by that terrifying churning force.

A massive underwater crater, several kilometers in diameter, appeared out of nowhere.

The surrounding seawater began to rush in, forming a huge whirlpool that resembled the eye of an abyss.

When everything calmed down.

The sea was calm and peaceful.

That once invincible aircraft carrier battle group, a symbol of the United States' maritime hegemony, was thus completely wiped from the face of the earth.

Not a single piece of wreckage larger than the palm of your hand was left behind.

Not even a trace of oil was found.

It was as if they had never existed.

……

The shore of Tokyo Bay.

More than two hundred core elites of Kunlun, who had just been evacuated from Yasukuni Shrine, witnessed this scene of divine punishment.

Their bodies were trembling slightly.

Their souls trembled with madness.

If that palm strike at the Pyeongtaek base instilled in them awe of Su Chen's power...

Now, this palm strike has ignited their most fervent, almost fanatical, worship of Su Chen.

"thump!"

Leng Feng, the man who was always as cold as ice, was the first to kneel on one knee.

He bowed his head deeply, offering his highest respect to the godlike figure in the sky.

"Thump! Thump!"

All the Kunlun warriors, once again, knelt down on one knee in unison.

Their actions were more devout and more fervent than before.

"Our commander's divine might is unparalleled! Kunlun will live on forever!"

The shouts, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, resounded through the sky.

In the sky, Su Chen simply watched all of this calmly.

His face was slightly pale.

Simultaneously activating two powerful martial arts techniques consumed nearly 70% of his true essence, even though he was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

But it was all worth it.

This single blow not only completely destroyed all of the United States' vital forces in East Asia.

More importantly, it completely forged the faith of the Kunlun Division, this legion of gods and demons.

A faith that is loyal only to Su Chen!

He slowly descended from the sky and landed on the ruins of Kadena Air Base.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai had already led 1,500 soldiers and were waiting there.

Their faces also bore undisguised shock and admiration.

"Commander!"

The two stepped forward together and bowed in greeting.

"Have all the spoils been counted?" Su Chen asked.

"Reporting to the commander! All 372 F-22s, F-35s, Global Hawks, and other high-value aircraft are completely intact! All 1,213 related technical personnel have also been captured!" Liang Sanxi excitedly reported to his superior.

"very good."

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction.

His gaze swept over the futuristic-looking fighter jets parked in the hangar, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.

These are the treasures that the Chinese Air Force has always dreamed of.

Today, he's going to pack them up and take them home!

Su Chen raised his right hand again.

The power of the Golden Core surged once more.

"Buzz—!"

A gigantic golden hand, even larger than the last one and composed entirely of pure true essence, appeared out of thin air above Kadena Air Base.

The giant hand, as if it were alive, reached precisely into each hangar.

Then, under the horrified gazes of all the Kunlun warriors and the captured M country technicians.

The giant hand, as if grabbing toys, pulled fighter jets weighing tens of tons out of the hangar.

F-22, F-35, Global Hawk...

More than three hundred fighter jets, representing the pinnacle of human aviation industry, were easily grasped in the palm of that giant golden hand, like grasshoppers strung together.

The captured M country technicians witnessed this miraculous scene firsthand, and their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Some of them were so frightened that they lost control of their bladder and bowels, while others knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and muttering "God" incoherently.

They finally understood how utterly vulnerable technology is in the face of true divinity.

Su Chen controlled the giant golden hand, steadily lifting more than three hundred aircraft and over a thousand prisoners into the air.

Then, he turned around, looked at the group of Kunlun warriors who were completely dumbfounded, and his voice rang out again.

"Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua, the signal has been sent."

"All US military bases on the Japanese mainland have been cleared."

"It's time to go home."

With a wave of his hand, the giant golden hand that held up the plane and the prisoners sped off like a shooting star toward the East China Sea.

He himself led three thousand Kunlun warriors, walking on the void and riding the wind, following closely behind.

When they arrived, their murderous aura was overwhelming, like demons passing through.

As they departed, they rode the winds for thousands of miles, carrying spoils that could drive the entire world mad, like triumphant gods.

All that remains is a burning island, and endless fear and legends that are about to sweep the globe.