Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

"Head of the Three Swordsmen, Xu Cheng."

In the past, this name might have been a laughing stock among the other military regions, but probably everyone would learn and respect this name from this day forward.

The elite soldiers including Liao Jun, Wei Jie, Ye Qiu, Wang An, Bagh, Cike Ah-Xin, Tie Shi, and Zhang Chao were carried away on stretchers. Xu Cheng was also on one, and while he was getting carried into an ambulance, those guys whistled at him.

Seeing them all covered in bandages with IV-drips set up on the side, he felt a bit awkward, because he was the one that caused all of their injuries.

Ye Qiu had an IV set up for him, and he also had ice packs all over his legs. He already heard about Xu Cheng soloing six people. Glancing at Bagh and the others, he bitterly laughed, "In comparison to those six, I didn't lose too much face."

Top Tier Special Forces Club