I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

[Southern Theater Command Integrated Training Ground - Combat Zone]

[Time: 02:45 PM]

Under the blazing sun, the heat in the air seemed to be burning.

If the 800-meter obstacle course just now only shocked the special forces soldiers, then the free fighting event now underway is the final battle concerning men's dignity.

For special forces soldiers, running fast is nothing; when they meet on the battlefield, having a strong fist is the only true measure of strength.

At this moment, ten standard boxing rings were lined up in the center of the playground. To simulate a real battlefield environment, this fight had no protective gear, and the rules were simple and brutal: no rules or restrictions, and the loser would be declared the one who fell to the ground and could not get up or was unable to resist for ten seconds.

Apart from vile moves like eye-gouging and groin kicks, chokeholds, bone-breaking techniques, and ground fighting are all permitted.

"I think they're just better off with their legs and feet, they must have practiced some kind of light-body technique."

Zhang Tiezhu, an assault soldier of the "Black Tiger" special forces who was warming up, spat hard on the ground. He was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 100 kilograms. His muscles bulged like granite, earning him the nickname "human tank".

As he wrapped bandages around his hands, he stared intently at the members of Unit 0 who were sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Fighting is all about weight class and resilience. Those kids are all skinny and delicate; one punch from me and they'll be crying for their mothers."

Opposite him, the representative of Unit 0 was Liu Qiang, the second squad leader.

Compared to Zhang Tiezhu, Liu Qiang seemed too ordinary. He was about 1.75 meters tall, thin, and sat there with his eyes closed, as if…dozing off?

"Unit 0, Liu Qiang! Black Tiger Special Forces, Zhang Tiezhu! Come to the stage!"

At the referee's signal, the two stepped onto the ring.

Zhang Tiezhu stood there like a black iron tower, his shadow almost completely covering Liu Qiang. He cracked his neck, making a crisp sound, and beckoned with his finger provocatively: "Kid, don't blame me for disrespecting your elders. It's not too late to admit defeat now."

Liu Qiang slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were very black, so black they were unfathomable, and there was not a trace of murderous intent in them, only a chilling calm.

"please."

He uttered only one word, then assumed a strange starting stance: his feet were neither shoulder-width apart, and his hands hung naturally at his sides, offering no protection for his head.

"court death!"

Zhang Tiezhu was thoroughly enraged by this contemptuous attitude.

boom!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, and he was thrown like a runaway heavy truck.

This is the most ferocious move in military combat techniques—the Charge Step Crushing Fist!

With the momentum of his 100-kilogram weight, plus the speed of his honed punch, the force of this punch was a full 800 pounds! It could knock out a bull on the spot, let alone a person.

The audience held their breath.

Many female medics even covered their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

however.

Just as that enormous fist was only three centimeters away from Liu Qiang's face...

Liu Qiang made a move.

No, to be precise, it "flowed".

He neither retreated nor blocked. His body, like a slippery eel, slid slightly to the left, using his waist as an axis, in a manner that defied the very structure of human joints.

Body Strengthening Technique: Willow Catkins Fluttering in the Wind.

call--

Zhang Tiezhu's powerful punch actually missed Liu Qiang's nose!

The strong wind from the punch even messed up Liu Qiang's hair.

"What?!"

Zhang Tiezhu's punch missed, and he instantly lost his balance. However, as a top-level soldier, he reacted extremely quickly, using the momentum to deliver a sweeping elbow strike towards Liu Qiang's temple.

This elbow strike was even more vicious than the previous punch, carrying a determination to kill.

"Too slow."

Liu Qiang's voice rang in Zhang Tiezhu's ear, as soft as a sigh.

Before everyone's eyes, Liu Qiang made an extremely slow, yet seemingly incredibly fast, movement. He extended his right hand, fingers spread, and lightly placed it on Zhang Tiezhu's thick, tree-trunk-like arm.

This combination seems powerless.

But the moment they made contact, Liu Qiang's hand jolted violently.

Internal Strength - Tremor!

An invisible, high-frequency vibrational force instantly pierced through Zhang Tiezhu's hard muscles and went straight to his bone marrow.

"ah!!!"

Zhang Tiezhu suddenly let out a piercing scream. He felt as if his entire right arm had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock, and half of his body went numb in that instant. The tingling and numb sensation made him instantly lose control of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qiang took half a step forward.

This half-step was precisely positioned within Zhang Tiezhu's center line.

Relax your shoulders, drop your elbows, and lean back!

This is the "Iron Mountain Lean" from Bajiquan, but with the blessing of spiritual energy, the power of this strike is amplified tenfold.

boom! ! !

A dull, deafening thud resounded, as if someone had struck a broken drum on a ring.

Before the horrified eyes of thousands of people in the audience, Zhang Tiezhu, a burly man weighing 200 pounds, was sent flying backward like a rag doll that had been kicked away!

One meter, two meters, three meters... five meters!

He flew over the ring railing and crashed heavily onto the grass below, even sliding two meters before coming to a stop.

Dust flew everywhere.

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the wind blowing through the flagpole.

Zhang Tiezhu lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but with the slightest movement he vomited a mouthful of bile, rolled his eyes back and fainted.

And on the ring.

Liu Qiang maintained his "leaning" posture, his clothes perfectly straight. He withdrew his hand, bowed slightly to the audience, and spoke in a tone so calm it made you want to punch him:

"He's very strong, but it's all brute force. True strength isn't in muscles, it's in your inner energy."

on the rostrum.

The enamel mug in Li Yunlong's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and rolled a long way.

But he completely forgot about picking it up, his hand trembling as he pointed at the arena: "This...this is like a martial arts novel, isn't it? Was that internal energy just now? Hitting a cow from across a mountain?"

The military doctor next to him rushed over to check Zhang Tiezhu's injuries.

A few minutes later, the medic ran back with a look of utter disbelief and reported:

"Reporting to the commander! Zhang Tiezhu has no fractures or internal bleeding... but all his muscles are in a state of extreme spasm, as if they have been electrocuted, and he is temporarily paralyzed."

"Not injured, but paralyzed?"

Li Yunlong gasped.

This is more terrifying than breaking bones! It means that the opponent's control over power has reached an unbelievable level—they can knock you away without actually killing you.

"Old Zhao..." Li Yunlong turned to look at Zhao Feng, his eyes changing, becoming somewhat respectful. "Tell me honestly, is this really something a human can train?"

Zhao Feng picked up the teacup from the ground, dusted it off, and looked deep in thought:

"Old Li, we've only just cracked the lock on humanity's potential."

……

But this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

The following matches turned into a "teaching session" for Team Zero.

On another stage, a Nighthawks fighter, known for his powerful legwork, delivered a high kick capable of breaking a baseball bat, striking his opponent squarely in the ribs.

The soldiers of Unit 0 did not dodge or flinch, but instead took the blow head-on with their chests.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The soldier who kicked him fell to the ground clutching his leg, screaming in agony; a crack had appeared in his shinbone.

The soldier who was kicked patted the footprint on his chest, looking completely innocent: "That's it? I was just channeling my energy."

In ground grappling.

A Jiu-Jitsu expert locked Zero's neck tightly, attempting to suffocate him with a rear-naked choke.

A normal person would faint in just three seconds.

But after being locked down for two minutes, the zero-fighter's face turned rosy, and he even yawned.

"Dude, your grip is a bit weak, it's not as comfortable as when I give you a massage."

Then he took a deep breath, and the muscles in his neck suddenly expanded, forcefully snapping the other person's arm open!

Copper skin and iron body.

Its internal energy is deep and long.

These words, which only existed in legends, have now become a reality.

Twelve matches.

Complete victory in twelve games.

It takes less than 30 seconds on average.

The once invincible elite soldiers now looked like wilted eggplants. Their prized fighting skills seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute physical superiority and mysterious "qi".

……

[Third event of the competition: Specialized shooting]

Location: Firing range

If you can make an excuse for losing a fight by saying it's due to differences in physical fitness, then shooting, a sport that relies entirely on experience, feel, and eyesight, should be the domain of veterans, right?

"A gun is a soldier's second life."

"Eagle Eye," the sniper from the "Sharp Sword" special forces team, clutched his beloved sniper rifle, his eyes icy cold. "We'll accept defeat in hand-to-hand combat, but guns? I've fed them more bullets than they've eaten rice!"

At the firing range, the wind speed was level 4 and the humidity was 80%.

Target: A moving target (simulating a running human body) 800 meters away.

This is a challenge even for top snipers.

Hawkeye lay on the ground, adjusted his breathing, calculated wind drift, and pre-pressed the trigger with his finger.

boom!

10 rings.

A perfect shot between the eyebrows.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. This shot finally salvaged some dignity for traditional special forces.

Hawkeye stood up and looked defiantly at Team Zero next to him.

The soldier who went into battle was a young man named Wang Kai.

He wasn't holding a high-precision sniper rifle, but an ordinary Type 95 assault rifle. Moreover, it didn't even have a scope, only iron sights.

"800 meters, with iron sights? Or an assault rifle?"

"Hawkeye" was stunned. "Is this kid crazy? The effective range is only 400 meters; the bullets will be way off course by then!"

The craziest thing yet is yet to come.

Wang Kai actually took out a black cloth and blindfolded himself.

"Whoosh—"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Blindfolded shooting? Are you doing acrobatics?"

"This is an insult to shooting!"

Even Zhao Feng frowned slightly, looking at Chu Tian beside him: "Isn't this kid a bit too arrogant? Although we've practiced 'listening to the wind to determine location,' this is still too far."

Chu Tian smiled slightly: "Captain Zhao, keep watching. This is the prototype of 'Divine Sense Lock-On'."

Wang Kai stood in place, blindfolded.

The world was plunged into darkness.

But in his senses, the world became clearer.

He can "see" the path the wind leaves through the grass.

He could "hear" the humming sound of the target drone's motor turning 800 meters away.

He could sense the subtle disturbances in the airflow.

In the faint divine sense (or sixth sense) he had just cultivated, the moving target in the distance was no longer a blurry dot, but a clear source of heat.

He raised his gun.

Without the slightest hesitation.

There's no need to measure wind speed, because his body has automatically synchronized with the environment.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

A clean and crisp three-round burst.

Everyone raised their binoculars and looked at the target in the distance.

A second later, the target reporter's trembling voice came over the loudspeaker:

"Unit 0... all three shots hit! All vital areas to the head! Dead target!"

"What?!"

The sniper rifle in "Hawkeye's" hand clattered to the ground.

800 meters! Iron sights! Blindfolded! Three-round headshot!

This is no longer about marksmanship.

This is magic!

"This is impossible...this is not scientific..."

"Hawkeye" muttered to himself, his pride shattered in that moment.

Wang Kai pulled off the black cloth, his face somewhat pale. That moment of intense concentration had consumed most of his spiritual energy.

But he still straightened his back and addressed the stunned crowd:

"When you calm your mind, the gun becomes an extension of your arm, and the bullet becomes your eye. This is called—man and gun as one."

……

[The Contest Ends: The Collapse and Reshaping of Concepts]

As the sun set, it turned the training ground a blood-red color.

There were no cheers, no celebrations.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the entire playground.

It was a sense of bewilderment after the collapse of one's worldview, and a fervor about to erupt.

On the platform, all the leaders were already restless.

They surrounded Zhao Feng, their eyes gleaming with greed, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a piece of fat meat.

"Old Zhao! This must be promoted! Absolutely!"

Li Yunlong grabbed Zhao Feng's sleeve, his words spittle flying with excitement, "If all our soldiers could be trained like this, what Navy SEALs or Alpha Groups? They'd be dead in no time! This isn't war, this is slaughter!"

"This is not just a military revolution; it's a milestone in human evolution!"

Another chief of staff was already frantically taking notes in his notebook. "I suggest we immediately report this to the Central Military Commission, classify this exercise as top secret, and simultaneously select promising candidates throughout the entire army!"

Looking at these generals who were usually so dignified but were now as excited as children, Zhao Feng was filled with emotion.

A month ago, they thought it was feudal superstition.

Now, they wish they could have the words "cultivating immortality" engraved on their foreheads.

"My lords."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "This set of exercises is called 'Body Strengthening Technique' and 'Qi Nourishing Exercise.' Its promotion requires special resources and extremely high talent."

"But there's one thing I can guarantee."

"This power is just the beginning."

……

[Credit Feedback]

The Gu family's old house.

Gu Qing suddenly stopped drinking tea.

[Ding! Congratulations, host!]

Due to the astonishing performance of "Unit 0," the military leadership has developed unwavering trust in the "cultivation" system!

[Gained special faith: Military Spirit Faith.]

[Faith Value Critical Hit: +100,000!]

[System Evaluation: At this moment, you have become an unseen god in the hearts of this army. The power of the state apparatus is endorsing you.]

"One hundred thousand points..."

"not bad"