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

The end of the debriefing meeting does not mean the storm has passed.

On the contrary, when that heavy conference room door was closed again, the real storm was just beginning to brew in the hearts of the million-strong army.

Military trucks, loaded with soldiers, moved slowly away from Longmian Valley like a silent torrent of iron.

Inside the carriage, there were neither cheers of victory nor frustration of defeat.

There was only an eerie, oppressive silence.

……

In the back of a truck in the Iron Fist Regiment's return convoy, the atmosphere was as frozen as iron.

He Chenguang leaned against the corner of the carriage, silently watching the scenery rushing past the window. His eyes were vacant, and his mind was replaying that scene over and over again, like a movie.

Major Lei Kaihua did a backflip in mid-air and casually shot a sparrow a kilometer away.

And that seemingly casual flick of the finger sliced ​​through the hard granite, carving out a terrifying ravine on the hillside that still sends chills down my spine to this day.

His marksmanship, which he was so proud of, and the talent that made him famous, were nothing but a joke in the face of that scene.

"Damn it..." Wang Yanbing was the first to break the silence, scratching his buzz cut in frustration. "Is that even human? Even movies aren't this outrageous!"

No one responded to him.

Beside him, Li Erniu, who had just been jolted awake from his unconsciousness, was still in a daze, clutching his rifle and muttering in a trembling voice, "A god...that's a god...I saw a god..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent carriage.

"Gods my foot!" Wang Yanbing, annoyed by his nagging, yelled, "That's Kunlun! He's a soldier! A soldier just like us!"

After shouting, he was stunned.

Yes, they were soldiers too.

But why is the gap so huge? So huge that it's despair-inducing.

He Chenguang, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

He slowly turned his head, and his eyes, which were once full of pride and sharpness, now held only a flame.

A flame called "ambition" that reignites after one's self-esteem has been utterly crushed.

"I want to go to Kunlun."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a nail, driven deep into the hearts of everyone in the carriage.

Wang Yanbing looked at him and grinned: "Count me in. Getting beaten up by a monster like that is more interesting than being a mountain bandit outside."

"I...I want to go too..." Li Erniu weakly raised his hand, his eyes filled with fear of that powerful force and a trace of instinctive longing.

Inside another jeep.

Kang Lei, who was driving, glanced at Lao Hei in the back seat through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Look at you, you're so shameless, your mouth is practically stretched to your ears. Anyone who didn't know better would think Kunlun is your family's property."

Old Hei chuckled, his dark face beaming with pride: "Commander, that's our captain! When I was a recruit, I fought monkeys with him! Back then, he was inhumanly fierce. I never imagined that after eight years, he... he'd become a god!"

Kang Lei's smile faded slightly, and he sighed, "Yes, he's no longer our captain. He's General Su now."

Gong Jian, the instructor standing next to him, adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming with rationality.

"Commander, Lao Hei, did you notice? The Marshal personally mentioned two words at the meeting—'cultivation'."

"This proves that the power Kunlun possesses is not some kind of superpower, but a real path that can be learned and mastered. That's the most terrifying and inspiring part!"

Conley's heart skipped a beat.

He understood what Gong Jian meant.

This means that they, the Iron Fist Regiment, and even every ordinary soldier, have the opportunity to touch that once unattainable world!

"Gong Jian!" Kang Lei's eyes sharpened instantly. "When we get back, find all the soldiers who want to sign up for the Kunlun selection! Create separate files for them! Train them to the highest standards, train them to the bone!"

"yes!"

……

On a helicopter returning to Langya Base from the Southeast Military Region.

Fan Tianlei looked out the porthole, his expression complex.

"Old He, I feel like I've wasted the last few decades of my life. I always thought that Dragon Soul was that kid's limit, the pinnacle of our country's special operations. Now I realize I was just a frog in a well."

He Zhijun, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly shook his head.

"Tianlei, times have changed." His voice was a little hoarse. "Everything we used to be proud of—fighting, shooting, infiltration, camouflage… in the face of that absolute power, they've all become child's play."

"Then what do we do? What about Wolf Fang?" Fan Tianlei's tone revealed a deep sense of confusion.

"What do we do?" He Zhijun slammed his cigarette butt on the armrest, his eyes hardening with unprecedented determination. "Turn Wolf Fang into Kunlun's manpower base!"

He stared at Fan Tianlei and said, word by word, "Pass on my order: all training plans are to be scrapped! From today onward, the training of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade will have only one goal—to pass the selection process in Kunlun! Even if only one person remains in the end, even if we train until the Wolf Fang designation is lost, we will not hesitate!"

Fan Tianlei's body trembled. He saw a desperate determination in He Zhijun's eyes.

……

The same scene played out repeatedly on the way back to their respective units.

Inside the transport plane of the Wolf Warrior Squadron, Long Xiaoyun was facing a tablet, repeatedly playing a blurry video that was only a few seconds long.

In the video, Lei Kaihua is hanging upside down from a tree, grinning at the camera.

Leng Feng sat opposite her, silently wiping a newly acquired sniper rifle. His right hand was still wrapped in thick bandages.

His beloved gun, which he cherished as his life, was snapped in two by two fingers.

This humiliation was worse than death.

"Stop watching." Long Xiaoyun turned off the tablet, rubbing her sore eyes. "This isn't about technique or speed. It's a way of using energy that we can't understand."

She looked at Leng Feng: "Do you want revenge?"

Leng Feng raised his head, his eyes flashing with a wolf-like ferocity.

"Then forget everything you've learned before." Long Xiaoyun's voice was calm and cruel. "The Kunlun selection won't test your shooting skills. What they want are monsters who can wield that power."

……

The atmosphere was most lively in the carriages of the Seventh Steel Company.

"Why?! Why is it over already?!" Company Commander Gao Cheng was so angry he jumped up and down, slamming his fist on the metal of the train car. "What is that? A golden dragon shadow came down from the sky and wiped out my entire company?! How am I supposed to write this report? Am I supposed to write that we encountered an uncontrollable force, that we were taken down by a divine dragon descending from the sky?!"

Shi Jin and Wu Liuyi didn't speak, they just silently smoked.

Only Xu Sanduo, looking at the red smoke emanating from his body simulating "death," whispered to Shi Jin, "Squad leader, that person... is incredibly strong. But I don't think he intended to hurt us."

He recalled the golden dragon shadow that descended from the sky. Just as it was about to strike their heads, the earth-shattering power suddenly became much gentler, merely pushing them away without causing any real impact.

Cheng Cai, standing next to him, had an unusually bright look in his eyes.

"Power...this is absolute power. If I could possess this power..."

His ambition was completely ignited at that moment.

……

"Did you all see that? This is the battle record of the Kunlun Garrison Company!"

In the conference room of the Black Tiger Special Forces Brigade in the Northwest Military Region, Brigade Commander Lei Keming slammed a battle damage report onto the table.

"Our reinforced company was routed by a single platoon in twenty minutes! And they were just the garrison troops of Kunlun! A 'mortal' force!"

The Black Tiger team members below the stage all had their heads bowed low, their faces burning with embarrassment.

"Feeling ashamed?" Lei Keming looked around at everyone and sneered, "I'm telling you, it's not shameful! We lost to an opponent stronger than us!"

He pointed to the names of Zhuang Yan and Chen Guotao on the report.

"Just a few months ago, they were ordinary soldiers in the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company! Their strength was about the same as yours, or even weaker! But just because they joined Kunlun, even if it was only a garrison company, they underwent a complete transformation!"

"What does this mean?!" Lei Keming's voice suddenly rose.

"This shows that the path to godhood is open to us too! We can't reach those 'gods' of Kunlun for now, but their garrison company is our best target!"

"I want you to remember this humiliation! Then, in the selection three months from now, you'll personally get your revenge! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

The suppressed humiliation, at this moment, was completely transformed into a soaring fighting spirit.

When the entire Dragon Kingdom army was thrown into a state of frenzied preparation for war because of Kunlun's appearance.

At the eye of the storm, Su Chen was summoned to a secret room by the old marshal.

The old marshal personally poured him a cup of tea, a hint of a smile in his cloudy old eyes.

"How does it feel? You put on such a big show in front of a million people."

Su Chen picked up his teacup, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Marshal, please don't joke with me. My meager skills are nothing compared to yours."

"You rascal," the old marshal chuckled, then his expression turned serious. "The bait has been cast, and the entire army's appetite has been whetted. Now it's up to you."

Su Chen nodded: "Please rest assured, Marshal, I will definitely select the most outstanding talents for the country in the selection process three months from now."