High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

"what!"

With that scream, Shao Jie's body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible force. All the muscles in his body tensed instantly, as if he wanted to concentrate all his fear and strength in this moment.

Shao Jie's hands, like the claws of a wild beast driven by rage, dug fiercely into the sofa beside him.

The soft fabric and sturdy frame seemed so fragile under his violent force, and were torn apart in an instant.

It made a piercing sound, as if the sofa was groaning silently.

Two shocking holes were clearly visible on the sofa, with the fibers at the edges spreading out like injured capillaries, bearing witness to this breathtaking moment.

Shao Jie's knuckles were white from excessive force, and the veins bulged out, like ferocious earthworms winding and crawling on his skin.

His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by heavy panting.

He knew he had to make sure his body was sufficiently accustomed to the drug.

This way, you won't show any abnormalities during the ring match.

"Damn Ye Chu! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had to go to such lengths!"

Shao Jie was filled with boundless rage.

The Shanghai Martial Arts University is the grandest hall in the hearts of all martial arts practitioners.

He failed the previous martial arts college entrance examination due to insufficient qualifications.

The martial arts tournament is his only chance.

Shao Jie has poured countless efforts into preparing for this martial arts competition.

They spent money like water to bribe the contestants, and it is roughly estimated that the turnover has reached hundreds of millions.

It was precisely because of this competition that Shao Jie chose to snatch Wang Ballet away, who was then Ye Chu.

I thought everything was ready.

But to my utter surprise, the last obstacle in my path is none other than Ye Chu, the good-for-nothing whose soldier wife I stole!

As Shao Jie roared, scenes of Ye Chu's battle kept flashing through his mind.

Why is he so strong!

I've already put in so much effort, and I'm just one step away from victory.

Why can't I defeat Ye Chu?

Shao Jie understood better than anyone else that the gap in strength between himself and Ye Chu was far too great.

"Wang Ballet has already been modified by me. Her current strength is already close to S-rank. If she receives an enhancement injection, her strength should reach S-rank!"

"And I am already a second-tier martial artist. After taking the potent drug and receiving enhancement injections, at my peak, my standing ability will allow me to advance to the sixth level of martial artist!"

"I've already bribed a lot of people involved in the competition, but no matter what, I have to stand until the very end in the ring!"

Shao Jie's mind was in complete chaos.

These days, he has been taking larger and larger doses of the lethal drug, and at the same time, he can feel his body adapting.

As long as you don't act strangely in front of everyone.

After that, there will be a lot of room for maneuver.

In addition, Shao Jie understood that the more he ate in one go, the stronger he would become!

"If I could demonstrate near-third-tier martial arts prowess in the competition!"

"Ye Chu, what makes you think you can fight me?!"

Suddenly, Shao Jie's body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible force. He staggered a few steps and rushed towards the bathroom inside the house.

The door slammed shut, shutting out all prying eyes.

Inside the restroom, Shao Jie, a young master, appeared unusually lonely and vulnerable from behind.

He lay slumped on the cold washbasin, his stomach churning, streams of acidic liquid gushing out uncontrollably, accompanied by violent coughing that echoed in the small space.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the passing of each second was accompanied by a huge drain on Shao Jie's physical strength.

Finally, after endless pain and struggle, he slowly raised his head. In the mirror, he looked like a ghost returning from hell, his eyes filled with shocking bloodshot veins, his face as pale as a desolate wasteland covered by the first snow of winter, devoid of any vitality.

Shao Jie gripped the edge of the sink tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if trying to support his swaying body.

The hoarse voice, strained out from deep within his throat, sounded like a demon lurking in the dead of night, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

"How could I, Shao Jie, easily admit defeat? Ye Chu, you wait and see. On the day of the competition, I will show you what true despair is!"

After a long while, Shao Jie finally swayed as he sat in the private elevator, intending to open it.

However, the moment Shao Jie pushed open that heavy and familiar mansion door and stepped out, the arrangements of fate quietly intertwined.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted across his shoulders, but it seemed unable to dispel the indescribable gloom between his brows.

At this delicate moment of interplay between light and shadow, he unexpectedly bumped into his father—Shao ​​Wenlong, the towering chairman of Wansheng Group.

Shao Wenlong, a business tycoon, dressed in a custom-made suit, exuded an imposing aura with every step. He stood on the steps in front of the door, his fingers lightly stroking a pocket watch, as if calculating the time, preparing to go to the high-level meeting that would determine the future direction of the group.

However, his gaze froze the moment it fell on Shao Jie, and all other matters were temporarily forgotten.

Shao Jie's face was as pale as a wasteland covered by the first snow of winter, without a trace of blood. His deep eyes held untold secrets and exhaustion.

Shao Wenlong's heart trembled violently, as if an invisible force had pierced through the barrier of time and struck his most tender part as a father.

"Son, what's wrong? Why are you so pale? Have you been cultivating too hard lately and worn yourself out?"

Shao Wenlong's voice was low and full of concern, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of heartache and worry.

He slowly approached, trying to catch a clue in Shao Jie's flickering eyes.

Shao Jie shook his head slightly, forcing a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. That smile contained too much unspeakable bitterness and perseverance.

He knew full well what the upcoming martial arts tournament meant to him.

He chose to remain silent when questioned by his father.

Seeing this, Shao Wenlong felt a mix of emotions. He sighed deeply, a sigh that contained both pride in his son and worry about the excessive pressure he was under.

"Son, I know you have high hopes for the upcoming martial arts competition, and I feel that pressure from you. But remember, no matter the outcome, you are the pride of the Shao family and the brightest star in our hearts."

He gently patted Shao Jie's shoulder, his hand conveying not only strength but also boundless encouragement and support.

"Remember, your home will always be your strongest support. No matter how strong the storm, as long as you turn back, there will always be a light shining for you."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you can't beat Ye Chu, it doesn't matter if you stay at home and live off your parents for the rest of your life."

"You are my son, Shao Wenlong, and you should be here to enjoy all of this."