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Under the blazing sun, the air in the special training ground deep within Base 001 was distorted and deformed by the intense heat.

Three hundred figures, like a silent steel forest, stood on the scorching concrete ground.

They are the backbone of the entire Chinese military.

A Golden Helmet pilot, a three-time champion in the military skills competition, and a fearsome soldier in the peacekeeping force...

If the resumes of these three hundred people were laid out page by page, they would be enough to fill a history of modern warfare.

There was an air of arrogance hidden in each of their eyes.

That confidence was built upon countless life-or-death battles and countless military medals.

They were secretly summoned here and signed a life-or-death waiver of the highest level.

Everyone thought that what awaited them was a revolutionary individual exoskeleton, or a sixth-generation fighter jet capable of turning the tide of battle.

Until that man appeared.

There were no imposing military uniforms, and no cumbersome entourage.

Chen Xi was wearing a slightly loose white shirt, with the cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a chipped enamel mug in his hand.

He walked slowly, his pace leisurely as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Li Guobang lagged half a step behind, his expression somber, but his posture remained respectful throughout.

Chen Xi stood at the very front of the line.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze casually sweeping over the three hundred young, murderous faces.

There was no appreciation, no praise.

That look in his eyes was like that of a picky antique dealer looking at a pile of flawed fakes.

"These are the elites you selected?"

Chen Xi turned his head and asked Li Guobang a question in a calm tone, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the front row.

"Yes," Li Guobang replied in a deep voice, "the best."

"It doesn't look like it."

Chen Xi chuckled softly, his tone revealing undisguised disappointment.

"In my opinion, they are a bunch of junk whose thinking is trapped by conventional tactics and whose bodies are as stiff as rusty gears."

A suppressed commotion suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Anger spread through the ranks, and the atmosphere was so tense that it could explode at any moment.

"I know you're not convinced."

Chen Xi took a sip of tea, his expression calm.

"Forget all those killing techniques you learned before."

"Whether it's hand-to-hand combat, shooting, or driving, it's all worthless to me."

"Here, you can't even stand up straight."

"Report!"

A roar exploded like thunder.

At the front of the line, a burly major with wolf-like, fierce eyes suddenly stepped forward.

Codenamed "Wild Wolf," he was the chief instructor of the entire army's special forces brigade. He once survived alone in the border jungle for three months and killed twenty mercenaries.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Xi, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Commander! We can accept grueling training, we can accept bloodshed and sacrifice!"

"But we cannot accept this insult!"

"We are soldiers, not trash!"

Chen Xi looked at him, her gaze completely unmoved.

"insult?"

Chen Xi shook his head, a cold smile playing on his lips.

You're wrong.

"If I wanted to insult you, I wouldn't need to say a word."

"I just need to show you just how fragile your bodies, which you are so proud of, really are."

Chen Xi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The huge electronic screen behind me suddenly lit up.

There were no science fiction equipment blueprints that everyone was looking forward to, nor were there any complicated tactical drill videos.

On the screen, there is only a simple line drawing of a little person.

It struck an extremely bizarre pose.

With feet gripping the ground like claws, spine arched backward into an incredible curve, hands loosely clasped in front of chest, and head bowed.

It looks like a dog... stretching.

It's even more distorted, ugly, and devoid of any beauty than that.

"This is your first lesson."

Chen Xi pointed at the screen, speaking casually.

"A simple 'warm-up exercise'."

"Whoever can maintain the standard for three minutes, I'll immediately make him an instructor, and moreover..."

Chen Xi paused, looking at the wolf with amusement.

"I personally poured him tea and apologized."

The wolf swept its gaze across the screen, its eyes filled with contempt.

What is this?

Yoga? Or acrobatics?

For elite soldiers like them, who have undergone the baptism of Hell Week and whose physical flexibility and strength have reached the pinnacle of humanity, this kind of movement is simply child's play.

"I'll do it!"

Without saying a word, the wolf strode up to the platform.

He took off his training uniform, revealing strong, iron-like muscles—armor forged from countless scars and sweat.

"Just hold on for three minutes?"

Wild Wolf sneered, "Commander, I'm definitely drinking this tea."

Chen Xi didn't speak, but simply made a "please" gesture.

The wolf took a deep breath and began to mimic the actions on the screen.

Stand with your feet apart and press them firmly to the ground.

Back arch of the spine.

At first, everything went smoothly.

Aside from the slightly embarrassing pose, it doesn't seem to be difficult at all.

The wolf even had a contemptuous smile on its face.

For the first ten seconds, everything was calm.

However, when the clock struck fifteen seconds...

The smile on the wolf's face suddenly froze.

An indescribable sour feeling exploded from deep within his coccyx, instantly rushing up his spine to the top of his head.

That's not the pain from a muscle strain.

It was a kind of excruciating pain, as if someone were using a steel wool brush to scrape every nerve in his body.

The twentieth second.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down the wolf's forehead like a waterfall.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably; his muscles, which were as hard as iron, were now twitching wildly as if in spasm.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The grinding sound of teeth clenching together is so loud it makes your teeth ache and sends chills down your spine.

The wolf's pupils suddenly contracted, its eyes became bloodshot, and its vision began to blur.

How could that be...?

This is just a static movement...

Why does it feel like every bone in my body is being crushed and reassembled by an invisible force?!

That is the "Meishan Bodybuilding Technique".

It was the foundation that Erlang Shen Yang Jian used to train the grass-root gods, and even to temper his physical body to become a saint.

It is a brute-force attack on the genetic lock of mortals.

Ordinary people have blocked meridians and fragile bones.

Forcing oneself into this pose, which aligns with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, is tantamount to tearing apart one's original physiological structure.

Twenty-five seconds.

"Well--!!!"

A low growl, suppressed to the extreme, squeezed out from the wolf's throat.

The voice didn't sound like a human; it sounded more like a dying wild beast.

His face turned from red to white, and then from white to green.

That kind of pain surpassed that of whipping and gunshot wounds.

It's a sense of collapse that erupts at the cellular level.

The three hundred elites in the audience all held their breath.

They looked at the head instructor on the stage, who was usually as strong and powerful as a god, but now he looked like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Everyone's eyes showed fear.

What kind of sorcery is this?!

The thirtieth second.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound echoed across the entire training ground via the microphone.

That was the wolf's spine protesting.

"puff!"

The wolf suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed onto the high platform like a boneless lump of mud.

He was breathing heavily, his body still convulsing from the lingering pain.

But he couldn't even lift a single finger.

Vomit mixed with bile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Completely collapse.

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the wind rustling through the flagpole.

Chen Xi slowly walked over and looked down at the wolf lying on the ground like a dead dog.

He didn't even bend down to help.

He merely sipped his tea, and the coldness in his eyes was more scorching than the blazing sun.

"One-thirtieth of a time."

Chen Xi's voice was soft, yet it sounded like slaps to everyone's faces.

"They can't even finish a warm-up exercise."

"This is what you call...not junk?"

Chen Xi turned around, his back to the sunlight, and the shadow enveloped everyone.

"It seems you have no backbone."

"It's much softer than I imagined."