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

Area 51, Pandora Base on the east side.

This is a biological weapons factory built by the United States with countless efforts. The alloy doors, several meters thick, can withstand direct hits from bunker-buster bombs. Inside the base, three thousand newly produced "Tyrant IIs," like products on an assembly line, stand quietly in huge incubation chambers, waiting to be awakened and then deployed to battlefields around the world to defend the United States' hegemony.

However, what awaited them was not a glorious journey, but the god of destruction from the East.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to make the earth tremble, exploded without warning.

Inside the monitoring center, Dr. Abel, the chief scientist in charge of security, was leisurely sipping a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. The sudden burst of static on the screen and the piercing alarm made his hand tremble, spilling the scalding coffee onto his pristine white lab coat.

"What happened! Report the situation!"

He roared into the communicator, but all he got in response was a cacophony of static.

The main screen finally returned to normal after a violent shaking, and the scene it displayed made his heart stop. The massive alloy gate, which he called the "Absolute Barrier" and was made of the latest composite materials, weighing hundreds of tons, now looked like a cookie tin that had been smashed to pieces from the outside by a fist.

A huge, exaggerated fist-shaped imprint was deeply dented in the center of the door, and countless spiderweb-like cracks spread rampantly until the entire door disintegrated into billions of fragments.

Countless metal fragments, accompanied by violent shockwaves, surged back into the base!

"Alarm! Alarm! Base under attack! Repeat! Base under attack!"

The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire base.

The M-country garrison inside the base was caught off guard by this sudden attack. In a panic, they rushed out of their posts, attempting to organize an effective resistance.

They are highly trained, and the Gaussian energy rifles they wield are the most advanced individual weapons on the planet.

However, what awaited them was a black torrent of death surging in from the torn opening like a tidal wave!

"kill!"

Wang Yanbing was the first, rushing to the very front.

He looked at the terrified US soldiers in white protective suits before him, and a sinister smile crept across his face. These men, their hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms! The Dragon Regrets!"

He thrust out both palms simultaneously, and two golden dragon shadows, each a hundred meters long, roared as they shot forth from his hands!

That was not an illusory energy body, but a destructive force formed from incomparably pure true essence, almost tangible.

"Fire! Fire!"

A commander from Country M was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Blue and white energy beams rained down on the two golden dragons.

However, these energy beams, which were enough to instantly vaporize a main battle tank, vanished without a trace the moment they touched the dragon's shadow, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The violent palm strike instantly swept up all the M country soldiers in the fan-shaped area dozens of meters in front of them, along with their weapons.

Their bodies were torn and twisted by the domineering dragon-shaped energy, and finally exploded into countless pieces of blood and flesh flying everywhere!

Blood, like spilled ink, stained the base's pristine white walls and floors.

"Flaming Blade!"

Shi Sanba followed closely behind, his fingers like knives, and with a swift slash, he aimed at a row of automatic defense turrets that were being activated urgently in the distance!

A crimson, intensely hot blade of energy shot out from his hand!

The blade energy was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it contained the terrifyingly high temperature of burning iron.

"Sizzle—!"

Those turrets, made of high-strength alloys, didn't even make a loud noise when cut by the flame blade. They were like butter being sliced ​​open by a hot knife, silently and smoothly split in two. At the cut, molten iron gushed out, eventually turning into puddles of smoking liquid metal.

In the monitoring room, Dr. Abel felt a chill run down his spine; he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

"Magic? Or do the people of the Dragon Kingdom possess technology that we cannot understand?"

But he quickly calmed down, a look of mad ruthlessness appearing on his face.

"Very well, whatever monsters you are! Let my children have some fun with you!"

He slammed down a red button.

"Awaken all 'Tyrant Generation Twos'! Authorization granted, unrestricted attack mode!"

And at that very moment.

Deep within the base, the sound of countless panes of glass shattering echoed.

Immediately afterwards, a series of inhuman roars filled with savagery and bloodlust rose and fell!

"roar--!"

Suddenly, the three thousand "Tyrant II" beings that had been standing still in the incubation chambers opened their scarlet eyes, filled with a bloodthirsty desire, at the same time!

They broke free from all their restraints and smashed through the sturdy special glass incubation chamber with brute force. Like three thousand demons breaking free from hell, they took heavy steps and launched a death charge towards the warriors of the Kunlun Division!

"Well done!"

As Gao Dazhuang watched the Tyrant Legion charge forward like heavily armored trucks, his eyes showed no fear whatsoever, but rather gleamed with boundless excitement!

He stomped his foot and his burly body charged forward like a cannonball!

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!"

He roared, and golden light shone brightly on his body! Behind him, a huge phantom of a dragon and an elephant roared to the sky and disappeared in a flash!

His fist, as big as a clay pot, collided fiercely with the equally massive fist of the tyrant's second son who was charging at the front!

"Bang--!"

A dull, resounding crash, like two small mountains colliding!

A violent shockwave emanated from the two individuals, spreading wildly outwards! Even the hard alloy floor cracked inch by inch due to the terrifying force of the collision!

That second-generation tyrant, with its terrifying power capable of punching through tank armor, appeared utterly vulnerable in front of Gao Dazhuang!

Its arm, starting from the fist, cracked with a teeth-grinding sound as the bones broke apart inch by inch!

That domineering and unparalleled dragon-elephant force surged into its body like a devastating force!

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, its entire massive body exploded from the inside, turning into a bloody mess of fragments, with internal organs and bone fragments flying everywhere!

One punch!

Just one punch!

The second-generation tyrant was instantly killed on the spot!

"Hahaha! That was great! Let's do it again!"

Gao Dazhuang roared to the sky, looking like a madman, like a humanoid beast, and charged into the Tyrant Legion's ranks, unleashing a most primitive and bloody massacre!

At this moment, the other Kunlun warriors also clashed completely with the Tyrant's Legion!

In an instant, the entire base was completely transformed into a bloody meat grinder!

"Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

He Chenguang's figure moved like a ghost among the tyrants.

His fingers flicked through the air, unleashing invisible, yet tangible, sword energies that precisely pierced the skulls of the tyrants. The sword energies exited from the back of their heads, drawing out puffs of black blood.

Those tyrants couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes before their massive bodies crashed to the ground, losing all traces of life.

"Heavenly Frost Fist!"

Xu Sanduo pushed his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to its limit, his golden protective aura becoming so thick it seemed almost tangible. He withstood the onslaught of several tyrants, letting their claws, capable of tearing through steel, strike his body, producing a series of metallic clangs, yet not even a white mark could be left.

Every time he swung his fist, it carried a chilling aura.

The tyrant struck by him would instantly be covered by a thick layer of frost, his movements becoming sluggish and stiff. Then, in the extreme cold, he would become incredibly fragile, turning into countless ice shards at the slightest touch.

After the baptism of the first two battles and the reflection of the past month, the soldiers of the Kunlun Division...

Their strength and their fighting skills are now vastly different from what they used to be.

These "second-generation tyrants," who were comparable to ordinary soldiers of the Kunlun Division in the eyes of scientists from Country M, became easy targets in front of them!

It became the best training ground for them to practice their martial arts and hone their combat skills!

A Kunlun warrior was struck in the chest by a tyrant's claw.

His protective inner energy was instantly torn apart.

However, he only swayed slightly before regaining his balance. There was only a faint white mark on his chest, without even breaking the skin.

"Damn it, is that all the strength you have? Are you trying to tickle me?"

The warrior spat disdainfully, and then delivered a "Heart-Shattering Palm" strike, slamming it hard into the tyrant's chest.

An invisible palm strike pierced through its body, instantly shattering its heart into pieces.

On the other side, Lei Kaihua stood at the edge of the battlefield, never making a move.

He simply watched quietly as his men unleashed their power in this bloody frenzy.

His gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

In his eyes, the outcome of this battle was never in doubt from the very beginning.

The so-called "second-generation tyrant," the so-called "perfect killing machine."

In the face of true martial arts, which have been refined through countless trials and tribulations and passed down for thousands of years.

They're nothing but a bunch of ridiculous imitations, mere fools.

Technology can mimic the outward form of power.

But the power of the soul can never be replicated.