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

On the playground, students from other dormitories also gradually assembled.

Looking around, one could see that they were all robust and spirited young officers, with at least the rank of junior officer on their shoulder insignia. They stood ramrod straight, their bodies brimming with vitality, clearly elites handpicked from various units.

Du Fei stood out in the crowd. He held his head high, chin slightly raised, and glanced at Su Chen from time to time, his competitive spirit undisguised.

The instructor raised his hand and then swung it down sharply.

"start!"

At a command, hundreds of trainees charged out like wild beasts released from their dam.

The 3,000-meter armed cross-country run involves each person carrying a backpack weighing over ten kilograms and a Type 95 rifle. This not only tests physical strength but also willpower and running skills.

The formation was fairly orderly at first, but after only three hundred meters, the differences in physical fitness became apparent. Some trainees began to breathe heavily, and their steps became heavier.

Du Feichong was at the very front. His explosive power was astonishing, and his starting speed was unmatched. He took the lead and quickly left the main force behind him by a significant distance.

He knew that anyone personally brought by Principal Yang would be physically exceptional, but he needed to see for himself just how strong they were.

He deliberately slowed down his pace slightly, keeping himself at the very front of the first group, constantly searching for Su Chen's figure in the crowd with the corner of his eye.

Shi Lei was burly, but his stamina was equally impressive. He walked with heavy steps, keeping close behind Du Fei at a pace that was not far behind him.

Chen Mo, who wears glasses, is more technically inclined. He calculates his pace, runs at a steady rhythm, and does not seek to take the lead at any moment, but rather to maintain stability throughout the race.

Su Chen mingled in the middle of the crowd, walking at a moderate pace, his steps strangely even.

His every step seemed effortless, yet it contained an incredible efficiency. He didn't deliberately speed up or slow down; he simply kept his body in a state of "relaxed yet efficient" movement.

The body's Qi and blood circulate smoothly and continuously, without causing any signs of fatigue.

He could even spare most of his attention to observe the running posture, breathing rhythm, and muscle usage of the trainees around him. These were all top elites in their respective units, but in his view, there was a huge waste and room for improvement in the efficiency of their physical use.

The way of exerting force is crude, the coordination of breathing and stride frequency is not refined enough, and the core strength is not properly mobilized.

Perhaps this is the basis for the future "Kunlun" troops to start training from scratch.

"Kid, stay close, don't fall behind!"

As Du Fei overtook Su Chen on the second lap, he squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his words carrying a clear sense of sarcasm and a reminder.

He noticed that Su Chen ran too easily, and that leisurely manner annoyed him.

Was this just a show of force, or did he truly possess terrifying strength? He harbored doubts, while at the same time, an unnamed anger burned within him.

Su Chen merely glanced at him, smiled, and did not reply.

He didn't speed up; he simply adjusted the depth of his breathing, making his steps lighter the moment he landed.

This subtle change gave Du Fei a false impression. Su Chen wasn't being accelerated by him at all; on the contrary, he was running even more easily.

Round and round.

The three-kilometer distance kept shrinking beneath my feet.

The faces of the leading trainees were covered with large beads of sweat, and their breathing became increasingly heavy, turning into labored panting.

Du Fei maintained his position in the top three, but he found that no matter how fast he ran, Su Chen was always not far behind him, neither too close nor too far, like a maggot clinging to his bone.

That composure, that calmness, made him feel a sense of utter humiliation and contempt.

He gritted his teeth, exerted his strength from his dantian, and accelerated again, wanting to use absolute speed to completely shake off this troublesome shadow.

However, Su Chen seemed to have truly become a shadow without a physical form.

He always manages to return to that position that drives him crazy at the most crucial moment, with almost no effort.

Du Fei even sensed that Su Chen seemed to be able to anticipate his acceleration every time, and then, the moment he exerted his strength, Su Chen would lightly adjust himself and catch up.

This caused the veins on his forehead to bulge, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Monster! This guy is definitely a monster!

Finally, the finish line is in sight.

Du Fei's rationality was completely ignited by that pent-up frustration. He exerted all his strength and unleashed the most frantic sprint of his military career.

He was the first to cross the finish line!

His chest heaved violently, his throat was filled with the taste of blood, and he gasped for breath, his vision blurred by sweat.

Almost instinctively, he turned around abruptly, wanting to see what kind of disheveled state Su Chen, the one who had been holding his anger all the way, was in.

The next second, Su Chen followed closely behind, easily crossing the finish line in second place.

His face was covered with only a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing was even more steady than that of Shi Lei, who was resting after running.

He casually placed the gun on the ground, and his backpack slid loosely to his feet. He stretched his body, as if he had just finished a pleasant after-dinner walk.

He even smiled and nodded at the instructor who was timing and recording his progress, as a sign of politeness.

That smile, when it came into Du Fei's view, was more glaring than any blatant provocation.

He had always believed himself to be among the elite, while Su Chen was merely a nepotism recruit who had gotten in through connections. But the harsh reality before him was like an invisible hammer, shattering all his pride.

"Huff... huff..."

Shi Lei and Chen Mo also rushed across the finish line, panting heavily. Seeing Su Chen's ridiculously relaxed appearance, the two exchanged a shocked look.

"Su Chen, you lad..." Shi Lei was out of breath, but still gave him a thumbs up, "Great stamina! Awesome!"

The instructor looked at the stopwatch score, then at Su Chen's overly calm face, a thoughtful glint in his sharp eyes.

This student named Su Chen is indeed extraordinary.

On Su Chen's academic record, he wrote the word "Excellent" heavily after Su Chen's name.

Du Fei remained silent.

He just stared intently at Su Chen, realizing for the first time that his judgment of this new roommate might be wildly wrong, ridiculously wrong.

The National Defense University seemed to be even more unfathomable than he had imagined.

This is just the beginning.

The five-year "prison" life seemed to be much more exciting than Su Chen had expected.

And what kind of earth-shattering waves will he bring to this top military academy of the Dragon Kingdom?

The assessment is not over yet.

The instructor blew his whistle and announced loudly.

"Next item: shooting assessment. Assemble at the firing range!"