Insufficient balance

  Yang Qing hid behind a thicket, enduring the pain in his buttocks and shouted: "There are about 12 enemies, no snipers, I've already eliminated four of them. Why don't you guys come to help? Be careful, there are traps set by them everywhere here!"

  "I roared: 'Yang Qing, you stay here and provide firepower support, Chang Sun Ting, we'll surround them!'"

  Chang Sun Ting laughed maniacally and replied: "Good!"

  The two of us suddenly split into two paths, one to the left and one to the right, and charged up the mountain. On this battlefield in the woods, we three people surrounded at least eight well-trained professional soldiers. This was no longer a battle plan, but absolute madness and confidence! But precisely because of this, the high morale of our three-man team had completely suppressed the enemy's counterattack.

  A hail of bullets formed a net in the sky, and high-performance hand grenades occasionally flew down from above, exploding with a loud noise and kicking up large clouds of dust. At this moment, my decade-long military training finally got its most direct display. After throwing away the 30-kilogram gasoline stove and four rocket shells, I crouched like a wild wolf and sprinted forward quickly, constantly changing direction and speed to prevent the enemy from locking onto me with their sights, allowing me to get closer and closer.

  A burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from a nearby thicket, spraying wildly in my direction. You couldn't hold back anymore, huh? Almost simultaneously, I lunged forward, my body curling into a ball as I hit the ground, hugging the earth tightly as I rolled rapidly forward, and the submachine gun clutched to my chest also began to roar angrily.

  The bullets whizzed past the enemy's head, hidden in the thicket, sending branches and leaves flying. I was still a rookie on the battlefield, and yet I had managed to fire off all the rounds in my magazine in this almost one-on-one duel. My biggest mistake was overestimating my marksmanship. When the submachine gun stopped roaring, the bolt hit an empty chamber, making a faint "click" sound, and my heart involuntarily cried out, "Oh no!"

  Few people can change the magazine of an assault rifle during continuous rolling, and the enemy hiding under the trees obviously thought of this too. A ferocious face flashed out from behind a large tree, and the guy leisurely raised his assault rifle, pointing it at my body.

  I could only shout loudly: "Yang Qing!"

  "Bang!"

  "Bang!"

  Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and I've never had as many close calls with death as I did today. Yang Qing somehow managed to find the enemy who was only showing half his face at an almost miraculous speed, and swiftly raised his gun and fired before the enemy could pull the trigger. The bullet Yang Qing shot out directly pierced through the scope of the enemy's submachine gun, blowing his head apart. I really want to ask him how he managed to achieve such breathtakingly high accuracy with just a regular submachine gun.

  I wiped away the cold sweat on my head, replaced a new magazine, and just as I got up, a new wave of cold sweat burst out from the top of my head. A lieutenant without even a helmet stood in a blind spot that Yang Qing's line of sight couldn't reach, smiling at me with his Desert Eagle in hand.

  This blond-haired, blue-eyed lieutenant looked like a European breed. The first impression he gave me was that of a mutant with the speed of a cheetah, the strength of a lion, the cunning of a fox and the stealth of a venomous snake. Judging from the sharp angles on his face and the marks left by time, he should be over 40 years old, but in his eyes there was still an innocence that didn't match the atmosphere of the battlefield. The lieutenant suddenly pointed with his hand and made a "crack" sound with his mouth.

  I was so scared that I trembled all over, and the guy's eyes were full of sarcastic laughter. He actually spoke to me in fluent Chinese: "Soldier, you're already dead!"

  What does this guy want to do?

  The lieutenant saw my confusion and said in a peculiar foreign accent: "I saw you bare-handedly dismantle the car's fuel tank, so you must be quite capable of fighting. Therefore, I don't want to use my gun!"

  He actually put the pistol back into its holster, I stared at him and shouted: "Idiot!"

  I raised my submachine gun without hesitation and fired two three-round bursts at him. This guy was about 190 cm tall and weighed around 90 kg, he looked both tall and strong, but he somehow managed to twist his body like a snake into an unbelievable shape that left me speechless, as if he knew the trajectory of every bullet, his body changed into two or three unimaginable movements in less than one second, within a distance of less than ten meters between us, the six bullets I fired all missed.

  Yoga of India?

  "Steady!" shouted the lieutenant, who was standing on his head with his feet in the air and his hands supporting him.

  Two white lights shot up from below at a speed that exceeded the limit of my nervous reaction. I only felt a pain in my neck, and a stream of blood spurted out from my neck. A bloody tree branch suddenly pierced into my back, three inches deep into a large tree trunk! My submachine gun also had a similar branch inserted into its muzzle!

  "You're dead again!" The lieutenant tossed a small box at me with a smile, "Don't worry, I only scratched your vein, you don't have to worry about bleeding too much. And if you want, I can wait for you to bandage the wound. This is a hemostatic medicine that I made myself using Chinese herbal medicine when I was studying ancient martial arts in China, it's really very effective."

  I glare at this smiling guy in front of me, he's just playing with me, but I also have to admit that he indeed has the capital to be proud.

  "Can't you put down that gun you can no longer use?" The lieutenant raised his hand and said, "Draw your dagger, let's have a man-to-man duel! Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Guremu, my part-time job is a mercenary, and my main job is an irregular martial artist. Whether it's karate, boxing, judo, taekwondo, yoga, Muay Thai, wrestling, or Chinese boxing, as long as they are masters, I like to find them to teach me, in my fighting theory, except for not allowing the use of firearms, anything else is not considered a foul. When I really can't find a satisfactory opponent, I will use my mercenary identity to go to the battlefield to find targets, you should feel honored, you are the first prey I have set my sights on in this war!"

  I only feel bitter and astringent in my mouth, who the hell did I provoke, how could I encounter such a freak? Don't mention the strength he showed just now, just based on his combat theory and crazy enthusiasm, his actual combat ability is at least ten times higher than that provincial free fighting silver medalist I bit to death! What's even more terrifying is that he has honed his martial skills on the battlefield, so his martial skills must be a simple yet effective super-strong attack that can kill with one hit.

  I threw away the assault rifle that had become a mere club, and slowly pulled out the military dagger with the words "Protect Home and Country" engraved on it. Holding this sharp killing tool, however, couldn't bring me any sense of security.

  "Are you afraid?" Guremu frowned at me and said, "A person who can instantly tap into their potential domain should be a great warrior who is fearless and can see through life and death. But now, your whole body is filled with fear. Is the person I, Guremu, have taken notice of really such trash?!"

  "You think I have an incredible unbeatable ability, but you also have it! Who among normal people can disassemble the oil tank of a military vehicle with bare hands? Think about why you suddenly had such great power at that time. If you can bring out this dormant power again and successfully control it, then you are qualified to fight me!"

  The human body's potential is actually enormous, but the vast majority of people can only develop their abilities to less than ten percent throughout their lives. After rigorous systematic training, martial artists can develop their potential to forty percent or more, and the ability above that is called the "forbidden zone of God" by physiologists! In other words, this is a power that only gods are qualified to use. However, in specific environments, some people will suddenly be inspired to exhibit powers within this realm.

  In the event of a fire, a father who was originally powerless to truss a chicken, in order to protect his wife and children from escaping the fire, could actually lift with his own hands a broken wall weighing 937 kilograms. Afterward, when he tried to move that wall again, it felt like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, and he couldn't budge it at all. He himself didn't dare believe that he had burst out with such great strength.

  In the Korean War, a Chinese air force pilot was shot and wounded in the heart, but managed to fly his plane back to the airport. When the maintenance personnel opened the cockpit, they were shocked to find that the pilot had been dead for over 15 minutes due to a fatal wound to the heart. However, driven by the sacred mission of bringing the precious warplane back to the motherland, the pilot's body miraculously summoned its strongest potential, forming an excitement band in his brain through the pituitary gland, which rapidly secreted neurotransmitters that stimulated human nerves, allowing him to fight against death for 15 minutes.

  This situation has existed since ancient times, and there was a similar example during the Napoleonic era. A communication soldier delivered important military intelligence to Napoleon's hands, and after reading it, Napoleon said to him: "You can go down!" He found that the communication soldier's body was covered with blood, so he asked: "Are you injured?" At that time, the communication soldier replied: "No, sir, I'm already dead!" After finishing speaking, he fell head-first under his horse. According to the military doctor's examination, he should have died half an hour ago.

  These warriors who ignited the most powerful forces all have one thing in common, that is, they had an unyielding reason that could not be abandoned. In the face of life and death choices, they chose to rise up and resist, becoming enemies with the natural order, rather than sinking into the judgment of fate. If they can do it, why can't I, who has vowed to become a hero of the ages?!