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

The old man picked a few green leaves and attacked Xu Cheng from behind like he was scattering flowers.

After the tardigrade genes were weakened in Xu Cheng's body, many of his mutated abilities seem to become limited. He jumped only a few tens of meters into the air before he fell quickly, and it was fortunate that the cat's gene for balance and his turtle shield was still there. Although the old man got to him fast, he was faster in activating the shield and protecting himself, so the leaves only cut through his clothes and not his flesh.

When he landed on the ground and launched himself up again, the old man grabbed onto his ankle in the air with one hand and dragged him down hard, smashing him onto the grass. Xu Cheng quickly got up and used Shadow Fist; the old man was amazed as they went on for eighty rounds before he slapped Xu Cheng in the abdomen, repelling him.

"Shadow Fist? Who is Zhang Chenfeng to you?"

Albino Xu Cheng