Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Behind the high ground, Singh's hand, holding the binoculars, trembled uncontrollably.

The scene down the mountain was more terrifying than hell.

Soldiers in the front row fell in droves, their broken arms and legs scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed down the cracks in the rocks into the low-lying areas, freezing into dark red ice crystals in no time.

Only a few minutes?

Five minutes at most.

The first few hundred people were all dead; their bodies were piled up along the inner edge of the encirclement, like a low wall.

Singh's throat bobbed a few times.

He used to think that a ten-on-one fight would be a sure win, but now, looking at it, this is not a war, but a one-sided slaughter by the Chinese.

"Captain."

A deep shout suddenly came from behind him, startling Singh so much that he almost dropped his binoculars.

He turned around abruptly and saw a tall, burly man standing behind him.

He is the captain of the elite White Cat Special Forces.

Karan.

Karan's gaze swept across the battlefield below the mountain without even frowning, his tone full of confidence.

"They're just a bunch of useless people; they can't stop the Chinese people."

He turned to look at Singh, his tone resolute.

"Captain, give me ten minutes, and I'll tie Ye Jingge up and throw him at your feet."

Singh's eyes lit up, and most of his previous fear vanished instantly.

Yes, he also has the White Cat Special Forces!

These are true elite troops, not even in the same league as ordinary soldiers.

He quickly put his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly to the air.

"Great Shiva, please bless your most valiant warriors, let them tear these Chinese to pieces, and let the enemy's blood stain every stone of the Gala Pass!"

After he finished speaking, he opened his eyes and patted Karan on the shoulder.

"Captain Karan, it's all up to you! If you can take down Ye Jingge, I'll personally recommend you for credit when we get back!"

Without saying a word, Karan waved his hand behind him.

Two hundred White Cat team members immediately stood in a row, each with fierce eyes and holding specially made spiked clubs.

"Set off."

At Karan's command, two hundred men rushed down the hillside.

The battlefield was now in complete chaos.

They were terrified and fled in terror, crying and screaming for their parents. Even the officers fled with them.

Only the White Cat Special Forces members charged forward against the flow of people, forming a stark contrast with the fleeing soldiers around them.

The Chinese soldiers in the front row were stunned for a moment.

Good grief, while everyone else is running for their lives, there are people willingly offering themselves up for death?

The next second, the two sides collided.

The White Cat team member at the forefront yelled and swung his spiked club at the Chinese soldier's head.

He was very confident in his strength; one blow could smash a person's head into their neck.

The Chinese soldier dodged to the side, and the spiked club missed its mark.

Before his opponent could retract his strength, he swung the stick back and swept it horizontally.

"Snap!"

The white cat team member's body was bent at an unnatural angle, and he flew out sideways.

Another member of the White Cat team pounced from the side, trying to launch a sneak attack.

The Chinese soldier didn't even turn his head; he raised his leg and kicked him squarely in the chest.

"Bang!"

The man's chest caved in, and he flew backward, spitting blood from his mouth.

What ace, what elite?

Faced with an absolute power disparity, it's as fragile as paper, easily shattered with a single poke.

Ye Jingge's side was even more ruthless.

He was at the ninth level of body refinement, possessing the strength of a thousand jin, and each strike of his staff was accompanied by the sound of wind.

A member of the White Cat team rushed towards him, and Ye Jingge swung his bat horizontally with his left hand, striking the opponent in the chest.

The sternum, ribs, and spine shattered in an instant.

The man's body was dented, and he flew sideways for seven or eight meters before crashing into a large rock. By the time he slid down, he was no longer human.

Immediately following, a second one lunged from the right, raising his stick to strike.

Ye Jingge raised his right hand to meet the attack, and with a loud clang, the opponent's specially made spiked club snapped in two.

Before the broken end even hit the ground, Ye Jingge's stick had already fallen, striking the man squarely on the top of his head.

Red and white things were splattered all over the ground.

Ye Jingge's face was splattered with blood, but he didn't even blink.

He charged forward without stopping, swinging his stick diagonally with his left hand, smashing the shoulder and arm of the third White Cat team member away, spraying blood all over him.

Just as the fourth man was about to run away, he turned around and swept his staff horizontally, sending the man flying with his helmet, crashing heavily into the rock wall.

In just over ten seconds, the White Cat team members who rushed over were all lying on the ground.

As Kalan charged forward, he had just bypassed two fleeing soldiers when he saw his own men being sent flying one by one.

He stopped abruptly, and his hand gripping the spiked club began to tremble uncontrollably.

The twisted flesh on the ground, just minutes before, had been following him, patting their chests and saying they would capture Ye Jingge alive together.

He looked up at the man not far away.

Ye Jingge stood amidst the pile of corpses, covered in blood, his eyes cold as he looked at Karan.

The two were only a dozen meters apart.

Karan's pupils contracted sharply, and with a howl, he swung his spiked club and charged forward.

He used all his strength in that strike.

Ye Jingge stood still.

When the club was almost above his head, he raised the spiked club in his left hand and gently blocked it.

"Click."

The specially made spiked club in Karan's hand snapped in two.

Before he could react, Ye Jingge's right hand had already slammed the stick into his chest.

Karan felt as if he had been hit by a train. His body flew backward, his internal organs shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched a couple of times and then fell still.

The captain of the elite White Cat Special Forces has perished!

On the other side of the battlefield, two White Cat team members circled around to Chen Mo's back.

They stared at Chen Mo for a long time.

This kid has been standing still smoking since the start of the war. He's obviously an incompetent civil official, a pushover.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously leaped up, one on the left and one on the right, raising their spiked clubs above their heads and smashing them down on Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo held a cigarette between his right fingers and flicked off the ash.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he casually raised his left hand and gently tapped the two people in mid-air twice.

Two streams of internal force shot out from his fingertips.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The two White Cat team members in mid-air suddenly exploded in the chest, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The person was gone while still in mid-air.

Blood rained down in a crackling sound. Chen Mo lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body floating five meters backward before landing on a clean rock.

Blood splattered around his feet, but didn't even touch his trouser legs.

He put the cigarette back in his mouth, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the white smoke.

From the high ground, Singh saw the whole scene clearly.

His hand suddenly froze.

The telescope fell to the ground with a "thud" and hit a rock.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

My pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and it felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen, chilling me from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

That's the White Cat Special Forces!

India's trump card!

They couldn't even get close to people before they were blown into a bloody mist?

This person possesses mysterious powers!

He had just been praying with his hands clasped together for Shiva's protection, but now he felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped a dozen times. Shiva?

Even God couldn't withstand it!