"Gentlemen, since you are all elite special forces from around the world, I won't say much. There are only two requirements for the competition: first, kill your opponents! Second, secure victory! I wish you good luck!"
A bearded officer from M Country stood on a high platform and delivered an extremely brief opening speech.
That's right.
The World Special Forces competition allowed casualties.
That was also why it was so authoritative.
After he stepped down from the platform, the competition officially began, and more than a dozen special forces teams boarded helicopters.
They would be randomly dropped within a twenty-kilometer radius of deep mountains and dense forests.
In this vast wilderness, strength alone did the talking.
The instructors all gathered in the hall.
On the screen, there were dots representing their respective teams.
This was the only information they could see.
Everyone stared at the large screen with a solemn expression.
