The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The mountain eagle and the lone wolf were dragged back to the front of the line.

Their faces were covered in mud and grass clippings, their camouflage paint was smudged by sweat, and their combat uniforms were torn in many places.

Their heads hung low, their shoulders slumped, and their once sharp, eagle-like eyes were now unfocused, filled only with deep shame and bewilderment.

Zeng Linglong didn't look at them again.

He turned around, stepped forward, and walked back onto the command platform.

The military boots pounded on the metal steps, making a heavy, clear "thump, thump" sound, each step feeling like it was pounding on the tense hearts of three thousand elite soldiers.

The defeated team members, dragging their heavy, leaden legs, gradually returned to the team.

No one speaks.

No one made eye contact.

The brief three-minute experience in the mountains felt like an absurd and terrifying nightmare—

It shattered all the confidence and pride they had built up with blood and sweat over the past few years, or even longer.

They silently found their places and stood still.

Back still straight—this is a military posture ingrained in one's bones—

But deep within his eyes, the flame that belonged to the "King of Soldiers" was flickering violently, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

The students lined up again on the playground.

Three thousand people, utterly silent.

The only sounds were the fluttering of the flags in the mountain wind and the rustling of the branches and leaves in the distant forest.

Zeng Linglong stood in the center of the command platform.

He didn't speak immediately.

Instead, she slowly raised her arms.

The movements were slow, with an almost ritualistic solemnity.

Spread your arms to the sides, palms facing up, fingers slightly curved.

It wasn't a welcoming gesture; it was more like embracing the base, the mountains and forests, and everything that was about to happen under the sky.

He tilted his head slightly upwards.

My gaze pierced through the low-hanging, leaden-gray clouds, reaching towards the higher, more distant void.

It was as if they were conversing with some unseen being, or as if they were recalling some distant and dark past.

But the moment he looked up—

"Buzz—!"

An invisible, chilling pressure spread out from him!

That wasn't just an imposing aura; it was a tangible, menacing presence!

It was a chilling killing intent that emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Behind him, Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tie Zhu all suddenly turned icy at almost the same moment!

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if ancient ice was freezing deep within his pupils;

The usual relaxed smile on Xiaoya's lips vanished without a trace, replaced by a sharp, razor-like expression.

Tie Zhu let out a barely audible low hum from his throat, and his muscles twitched slightly.

The three of them did not move.

However, the three murderous auras that shared the same origin as Zeng Linglong but each had their own emphasis were like three unsheathed, peerless blades, released without reservation!

Ye Feng's aura was icy and deathly still, like an ice spike in the dark night of a vast snowy wilderness;

Xiaoya's breath was precise and sharp, like the cold glint of a scalpel cutting through a carotid artery;

Tie Zhu's aura was violent and tyrannical, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast awakening.

Four forces intertwined, merged, and surged!

The temperature above the playground seemed to drop by ten degrees in an instant!

The soldiers in the rows closest to the command post had goosebumps rising on the back of their necks.

They felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing their hearts, and their blood flow slowed down.

That is the fear that comes from the depths of a organism's genes when it faces its natural enemies or higher-level predators!

"Oh……"

A very soft, low laugh, with a metallic, hoarse quality, escaped from deep within Zeng Linglong's throat.

He still tilted his head back, his gaze vacant.

But that laugh, like a cold needle, pierced the suffocating silence of the playground.

He finally lowered his head.

His gaze slowly descended, sweeping over the three thousand faces below the stage—faces that were either pale, tense, or still showing signs of shock.

There was no pride, no reprimand, no sympathy in that gaze.

Only a bottomless darkness, belonging to endless war and death.

"As I mentioned before..."

"You are not qualified to know anything about us."

"because--"

"We represent killing."

"It is destruction."

The mountain breeze seemed to stand still at that moment.

"The brutal battles we endured... you cannot imagine."

His gaze became distant, as if piercing through time and space.

"The countless battles we've participated in... we ourselves can't even remember them."

Below the stage, everyone's pupils contracted slightly.

"And what we remember..."

Zeng Linglong's lips curled into an extremely cold smile.

"Only those enemies who have fallen."

"The final expression on their faces—"

"It's fear."

"right."

He repeated it, his tone resolute.

"They were terrified."

"And we—"

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, sweeping across the entire room!

"What we need to do is instill fear in the enemy!"

"To terrify the enemy!"

"Let them lose the will to fight when they hear our name and see our symbol!"

Zeng Linglong took a step forward.

The combat boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the table.

"Here, all I can tell you is..."

His tone carried a hint of almost cruel honesty.

"We've been fighting in the most brutal battles for years...

"And we were only a few years old—"

He paused, his gaze like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

"They are facing... an inhuman purgatory of trials."

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

How old is the child? A trial by fire?

The impact of these words combined was even more soul-stirring than the crushing battle just now!

"so--"

Zeng Linglong's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap!

"Forget that you are human!"

"Forget that you are made of flesh and blood!"

The sound waves echoed across the playground, pounding against everyone's eardrums and heart!

"Because of the future—"

"You are fighting for the country, for the people, and to protect this land beneath your feet and the peace of hundreds of millions behind you—"

"Killing machine!"

He emphasized the word "machine" heavily, with a cold, metallic echo.