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

When a man in a trench coat came to the ruined rooftop, he only saw a sniper rifle and no one else.

"That person was alert and disappeared," he said to his earpiece.

After looking around the entire rooftop, he turned around and left.

However, he didn't realize that Chekhov was hanging from the edge of the balcony by his hands. Chekhov said with sweat running down his face, "I'd love to jump off the roof, but it turns out this is the fifth floor and bone strengthening isn't part of my awakened abilities."

On the other side, without Chehkov's interference, Mario was no match for the grey bearded man at all.

However, the grey bearded man wasn't having an easy time either because him punching Mario five times caused the same damage as Mario punching him once.

Mario was good at enduring, so unless someone could beat him down at once with a simple and brutal force like Xu Cheng, the continuous damage after a period would only be absorbed by him.

I've been trying to get into his circle.