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

A deafening roar, like thunder in the sky, abruptly shattered the silence of the night.

Like a kite with a broken string, the taxi suddenly plummeted from the edge of the cliff, crashing into the boundless darkness below with a piercing metallic tearing sound, sending dust and gravel flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, another car followed like a ghost, its impact pushing the already shattered wreckage into an even deeper abyss of despair.

Without hesitation, Ye Chu shielded Mu Tongyan tightly beneath him.

An unprecedented force surged forth like a tidal wave, impacting every inch of his bones and muscles. His blood and qi churned within him, like a river bursting its banks, impossible to contain.

Ultimately, he could not withstand the surging power, and a streak of crimson spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

However, as a martial arts master, he possesses a physique beyond that of ordinary people.

Although the force was fierce, it failed to completely defeat him.

After a brief respite, Ye Chu suddenly exerted his strength and kicked open the severely deformed car door.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Ye Chu asked.

Mu Tongyan shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

The female soldiers' physique was significantly superior to that of martial artists in the early stages, let alone in Ye Chu's hands.

Mu Tongyan is now a fully upgraded SSS-level soldier girl.

Then, Ye Chu quickly checked on the driver.

Unfortunately, the man was bleeding from all seven orifices and his eyes were unfocused; it was clear that there was no way to save him.

Ye Chu gritted his teeth and then turned his gaze to the other car that had fallen off the cliff.

At that moment, the windshield of the car seemed unable to withstand the pressure of gravity and shattered with a crash.

In the instant the fragments flew, a figure suddenly struggled out. It was a face deeply sculpted by time and weather, with a shocking scar across it, adding to his ferocious and terrifying aura.

This man was Wang Long, and a fresh bloodstain was clearly visible on his forehead, with blood droplets slowly sliding down along a winding path.

It was obviously not a good experience for them either.

Wang Long's face was so gloomy it could drip water. His fierce gaze swept over Ye Chu, as if conducting a silent assessment.

A fleeting hint of regret flashed in those eyes, quickly replaced by an icy chill.

"Hmph, kid, you've got some luck. You're only using the life force of a martial artist, yet you're still alive."

His voice was deep and cold, like a biting winter wind that pierced the heart.

"But now, what will become of you is hard to say..."

Sure enough.

Ye Chu felt an uncontrollable surge of anger welling up inside him.

This sudden turn of events made him grit his teeth.

Shao Jie's revenge came so quickly, so swiftly and fiercely!

As night fell, a deadly trap was quietly set, aimed directly at his life!

If Ye Chu hadn't recently raised his own blood and qi to the level of a second-tier martial artist, how could he have survived that life-or-death situation by relying on the robust blood and qi of a martial artist?

Imagine if he had remained at his old level of cultivation, facing that meticulously planned car accident, he would probably have been mangled beyond recognition and gone to the afterlife!

"You're asking for it!"

A murderous glint flashed in Ye Chu's eyes, and his voice, icy cold as if from hell, was devoid of any emotion as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.

He who kills will be killed by others!

"I'm looking for death? Hahaha..."

"Kid, you think you can spout nonsense just because you escaped with your life? Let me see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Wang Long was so angry that he laughed. He spread his hands, and a female soldier inside the car instantly transformed into a guillotine and fell into his hand.

He's a second-level Martial Master with over two thousand units of Qi and Blood!

Facing a mere lad in his early twenties, victory was practically guaranteed!

Ye Chu did not hesitate and shrugged in return.

Mu Tongyan understood immediately and transformed into a white dragon spear.

"Giant Strength Transformation!"

Wang Long unleashed his Yellow-level combat skill.

His internal energy surged like a mighty river, and as he inhaled deeply and focused his mind, it was as if all the power in the world was converging into his body.

With a deep roar, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his eyes flashing with fanatical light, brimming with fighting spirit.

His arms suddenly swelled, his muscles taut, like solid stones engraved with ancient runes, every inch containing explosive power.

His veins bulged, like tiny blue snakes winding beneath his skin, twisting and dancing, releasing a primal, arrogant, and violent aura.

Wang Long suddenly sprang up, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.

He raised a heavy guillotine high, creating a whistling sound as if the air itself was being torn apart by the blow.

However, Ye Chu did not dodge; instead, he charged forward with his White Dragon Spear.

next moment.

The blade of the guillotine collided with the shaft of the White Dragon Spear, unleashing a deafening roar.

Sparks flew everywhere, and a powerful shockwave spread outwards, stirring up clouds of dust and fallen leaves.

"you!"

Wang Long's pupils shrank, and an incredulous wave surged in his heart. He had not expected that after this exchange, his tiger's mouth would feel numb, as if he had been shocked by an invisible force.

The guillotine in his hand, which had accompanied him to the deaths of countless people, now trembled slightly as if being gently struck by an invisible hammer, emitting a low groan of resentment.

This scene completely overturned his initial assessment of the strength of both sides.

His female melee fighter was known for her strength, but in the instant of their clash, she was overwhelmed by the seemingly weak yet incredibly resilient little girl female fighter and fell into a disadvantageous position.

In contrast, Ye Chu's lips curled into a faint yet contemptuous smile, a smile that concealed a deeper meaning unknown to others.

"Who told you that I only possess the shallow qi and blood of a first-tier martial artist?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his sleeve, revealing a pair of arms wrapped in blood-red patterns. These were steel arms forged under the Earth-level combat skill "Bone Tempering and Body Refining Technique," with every inch of skin flowing with blood-red patterns, containing explosive power.

The next second, Ye Chu moved slightly, the gun spun gently, and a strange and powerful force burst forth, like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly turning the stalemate around.

Wang Long felt an irresistible, strange force surge towards him, and the guillotine he was gripping in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp. He was also pulled to the side by this force, and his expression changed drastically.

The guillotine fell to the ground, and Ye Chu stepped on the back of the blade.

Wang Long's eyes were filled with shock, and he hadn't recovered from the shock.

The next moment, Ye Chu slammed the butt of his gun down hard, unleashing a violent force that mercilessly struck Wang Long's jaw.

"Snap!"

A crisp, piercing cracking sound exploded in the air, like the collapse of an ancient stone tablet, foreshadowing irreversible pain.

Wang Long froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Several yellowed teeth, like autumn leaves falling, detached from his strong gums, tracing poignant arcs as they scattered on the ground.

His jaw felt as if it had been struck by a landslide at that moment; the intense pain and shock made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He felt that Ye Chu's strength was so heavy that it was like an insurmountable mountain.

"No... Impossible! You're actually a Martial Master!" Wang Long's voice was distorted by the pain, but it couldn't hide the shock and despair within.

He finally realized that Ye Chu in front of him had a blood and qi that was far beyond what the rumors on the Internet could describe as a martial artist. His powerful strength was as solid as a mountain, clearly indicating that he had already stepped into the ranks of martial arts masters!

Moreover, his combat strength far surpasses his!

Is it because of the female soldier, or because of the combat skills Ye Chu has cultivated?

Could it be the local-level combat skill obtained by winning the preliminary rounds of the martial arts competition?

Those combat techniques contain an ancient and powerful martial will, enough to transform a cultivator and multiply their combat power.

Wang Long felt a chill running through his body, cold sweat poured down his body like fine rain, every inch of his skin was trembling, yet he couldn't even utter a single cry for help.

Ye Chu's fingers gripped his throat with the precision and ruthlessness of iron clamps.

Wang Long stared into Ye Chu's pupils, where the killing intent was so intense it was almost tangible.