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

    Whether or not it was the opposite, he would know after he tried the right last kick and treated it as the first.


  Xu Cheng took the last step of shadow fist as the first step and stepped down.


  When he saw that the traps and hidden weapons did not react, he knew that he had guessed correctly.


  The hourglass was a hint that you should go back in the opposite direction.


  Xu Cheng was very familiar with the steps of the shadow fist, and he performed it backward.


  Then, the stone door closed, and when it opened again, Xu Cheng saw the ancestral tablets of the ancestors.


  He ran over, knelt down, and kowtowed."Thank you for the things that our ancestors left behind."


  But this time, there was no movement from the stone gate.


  Xu Cheng blinked his eyes, a little startled.


  He had indeed activated the mechanism by kowtowing. There was nothing wrong with doing it this time, so why didn't the stone door move?


No, it's better