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

When Jun Yongyan put forward his idea.

Wu Hongdao nodded.

He shared the same idea.

Transformation of Qi into form, physical body achieves sainthood!

A seventh-tier Martial Saint with over 100 million units of Qi and Blood!

It is said that a seventh-tier Martial Saint can, in the blink of an eye, compress everything in the world.

It is no longer limited to destroying mountains and filling seas, but rather to mobilizing galaxies.

Jun Yongyan couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

"It seems that the military serves the country, and losing is not only not unjust, but may even bring him glory in the future!"

Wu Hongdao smiled slightly.

"The military serves the nation, and if one can gain some insight from this, it will be of great benefit."

Then, Wu Hongru waved his hand.

"Let's continue with the next game; we don't have much time today."

Wu Hongru glanced at Ye Chu, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

"Ugh!"

"If his female soldiers could be upgraded to A-rank or even higher, perhaps they could compete with the offspring of those demonic dragons in Shanghai..."

"Unfortunately, that White Dragon Spear was ultimately just a piece of junk."

Wu Hongru shook his head with a wry smile, then suddenly felt that if it were him...

Perhaps they will make the same choice as Ye Chu.

That's why I think so highly of Ye Chu.

So many people have tried every means to trip him up and resort to underhanded tactics, but so far, none of them seem to have had any effect on this young man.

Young people should be like this; their horizons are incredibly vast.

But Wu Hongru sincerely hoped that Ye Chu would not go to Shanghai.

So what appears to be calm on the surface is actually turbulent beneath.

Someone like Ye Chu, powerless and alone, would hardly avoid becoming food for those demon dragon offspring if he went to Shanghai alone.

Or perhaps, after witnessing the true prosperity of Shanghai and the majesty of the dragon race, they completely lost their spirit and energy.

Regardless of which one, Wu Hongru would feel genuinely sorry.

Perhaps Ye Chu can be left in Zhenhai City.

Under one's own control.

This is a better choice for Ye Chu.

Wu Hongru thought to himself.

Looking at the stands behind, Shao Wenlong's expression was slightly unpleasant.

He also realized that his son might never have a chance to enter the Shanghai Martial Arts University.

……

Right now, in the gymnasium's lounge.

Shao Jie's face had never looked so grim. Before him lay six boosters and a deadly drug that the people of the Dragon Kingdom loathed.

The potent drug not only stimulated his animalistic instincts but also boosted his blood and energy by a full thousand calories!

Most importantly, it can almost completely paralyze and block his nerves.

In this way, he will feel neither fear nor pain.

In addition, there are six boosters.

Zhou Peng's fate was orchestrated by him and witnessed by him personally.

He would spend his entire life lying in bed, like a living dead.

After receiving six doses of the enhancement agent, the probability of death is almost as high as 99%.

The only antidote is the deadly poison; if we fight poison with poison, there might be a 30% chance of survival.

but……

Deep within Shao Jie's heart, an unprecedented wave of bitterness and despair surged, raging like a storm in the dark night.

He asked himself, even if he gave it his all and exerted himself to the utmost, could he really shake that towering mountain standing before him—Ye Chu?

Since Ye Chu left Parkson Group.

He then transformed into an insurmountable peak in Shao Jie's world.

Its shadowy figure, even a fleeting glimpse, was enough to cast a heavy shadow over Shao Jie's heart, a mixture of despair and bitterness, as if there were no light at the end of the tunnel.

This is not just a contest of strength, but also a test of the beliefs and perseverance deep within our hearts.

Shao Jie felt as if he were in an endless dark tunnel, surrounded by cold stone walls, with only a faint light in sight. Every step forward was accompanied by heavy breathing and fear of the unknown.

When Shao Jie came to his senses, a look of astonishment quickly appeared on his face.

He was shocked to find that he had unconsciously put the pills in front of him into his mouth, as if his body was making a last struggle in despair.

This unexpected move was like the hand of fate quietly plucking the strings of destiny, instantly plunging his world into the eye of a storm.

Shao Jie's face suddenly contorted, as if torn apart by an invisible force, every nerve and every muscle dancing wildly.

They leaped uncontrollably, like giant waves whipped up by a gale on the sea, churning and twisting wildly, in agony and agony.

At this critical moment of life and death, a resolute glint flashed in Shao Jie's eyes.

He gritted his teeth, his hands trembling but firmly gripping the cold syringe, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

The needles gleamed coldly as they pierced his taut skin one after another, mercilessly injecting those stimulants called "hope"—which were actually poison—into his boiling blood.

As the liquid slowly flowed, his veins seemed to awaken like giant snakes, bulging out one by one, winding and twisting, with prominent veins, like fine and twisted vines, wrapping around his already struggling body, adding to his terrifying appearance.

At this moment, Shao Jie felt as if he were in the midst of a silent battle, his opponent being himself and fate.

He fought a desperate battle against the raging power within him with his own willpower. Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain, and every heartbeat was a desperate desire to survive.

In this war without gunfire, he went all in, searching for a glimmer of hope, even if it meant facing an abyss of no return.

……

After a long time.

After one match after another, the final match finally arrived.

As everyone expected, Ye Chu made it to the end, and his opponent was Shao Jie, the young master of the Parkson Group.

At this moment, Shao Jie, contrary to his usual self, was wearing a pure white cloak with the hood hanging down, partially obscuring his face, but unable to hide the fierce and resolute glint in his eyes.

What he gripped tightly in his hand was not an ordinary weapon, but a strangely shaped, chilling spear.

The gun barrel meanders out from the handle, and the middle section is strangely inlaid with a rib structure that looks like human bones. A chilling aura emanates from it, as if it contains some ancient and powerful curse, tightly wrapped around and integrated into Shao Jie's arm, becoming an inseparable part of him.

This scene not only left the audience speechless, but even Ye Chu's eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

The two faced off, the air thick with the tension and impending storm.

Wu Hongdao's relaxed expression on the stands suddenly turned cold, as if he had sensed something.

Then he stared intently at Shao Wenlong behind him.

Shao Wenlong realized something at that moment, but he couldn't believe it. He stared blankly at the arena and at his son.

He felt an unprecedented sense of fear.