Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

"Yes, Senior Brother He," Lin Shen nodded in agreement.

The uniform was indeed very heavy, and it was unclear what had been used to fill it, making it very challenging to run.

But after the Evolution Theory began to operate, although it was still exhausting, his body was slowly adapting. It was just that the adaptation was much slower than that to toxins; gritting his teeth, he could still persevere.

Lin Shen was still trailing at the back but had not fallen behind.

Seeing that Lin Shen was still maintaining pace and running with them, He Fang and the others shared a knowing smile.

They had seen more than one or two newcomers like this before. Even when they had first joined, they had the same mindset as Lin Shen, believing they could endure.

However, the reality was that society had taught them a harsh lesson. Instructor Mu's discerning eye was extremely sharp; the loads he assigned were precisely at their maximum tolerance – too heavy to be maintained for very long.

"This is a necessary path for newcomers. Better to suffer a bit now than to suffer out there later," He Fang thought to himself, smiling inwardly.

The group continued to run, each looking like they were of advanced age. It wasn't that they were unwilling to run faster; they literally couldn't.

Every few days, Instructor Mu would adjust each person's load, always ensuring they could never have it easy.

However, after many years of training, their endurance was far stronger than that of the average Mutator. Lin Shen, the newcomer, definitely wouldn't make it.

He Fang and the others recognized Lin Shen, knowing he was that playboy. Someone like him who had never suffered would certainly have even worse endurance.

The group continued their slow jog with Lin Shen always at the very back.

Having left the area, Mo Shengqi and his group soon encountered Zuo Qinglong and others from the Sword Alliance.

Seeing that Zuo Qinglong and his group were headed in that direction, Mo Shengqi quickly informed them about Qing Jia's situation, to spare them from suffering a loss.

The Sword Alliance members did not underestimate Mo Shengqi after hearing him out, as they all knew how strong he was. Anyone capable of defeating Mo Shengqi in one move clearly demanded serious consideration.

"From what you're saying, that Ultra-Burn Warrior has top-tier strength and speed, and he must have skills that enhance these attributes. Otherwise, he couldn't keep up with your sword speed, nor could he casually the Crystal Base material blade," Zuo Qinglong pondered for a moment and then spoke, "Tell me the details of what happened. Maybe I have a way to defeat him."

Mo Shengqi did not embellish his defeat; he was candid about everything, recounting the situation in detail once more.

"His speed, strength, and body resilience are extraordinary, certainly boosted by skills, but no ordinary skills. However, his recklessness gives me an idea for how to defeat him," Zuo Qinglong said with a smile after listening carefully.

"What method?" Mo Shengqi asked.

Mo Shengqi knew the extent of Zuo Qinglong's strength, which was more formidable than his own when it came to breaking through defenses, but he was skeptical about the chances of Zuo Qinglong reliably beating Qing Jia.

Zuo Qinglong, seeing what Mo Shengqi was thinking, pulled out a Pet Launcher and launched a pet from it.

This pet was very special, being a warrior clad in pitch-black armor, holding a tower shield in one hand and a strangely shaped blade in the other.

The blade was hook-like, and its guard resembled a halberd, with crescent moon shapes on both sides, giving it a bizarre appearance.

"Brother Mo, this pet of mine is called the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior. His shield is the Yin Pole Shield and the weapon in his hand is called the Yang Pole Blade. These two items correspond to his two Innate Skills," Zuo Qinglong explained.

"The Yin Pole Shield has a very special skill: it can reflect strength. The stronger the opponent's strength, the higher the rebound damage. However, that skill isn't the key; the important one is the Yang Pole Blade's skill. Anyone touched by the Yang Pole Blade will enter a negative state, where all their Attributes and Skill powers are reduced.

The more they are touched and the longer the contact, the more severe the reduction becomes."

"That Ultra-Burn Warrior is so arrogant; the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior is his natural nemesis." Mo Shengqi said with great joy.

Even though he himself was defeated, he was equally pleased to know that someone could beat that Ultra-Burn Warrior.

"Exactly," Zuo Qinglong nodded and said, "The Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior isn't fast, and with ordinary Crystal Base Level fighters, he might not be able to hit them. But this one is so full of himself, he's bound to clash head-on with the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior—that's the opportunity."

Everyone thought this battle plan was feasible, even those from the mother planet who were watching felt that Zuo Qinglong's Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior was the perfect counter to Qing Jia.

"Let the foolish Minotaur experience the intelligence of Humans."

"Arrogance comes at a price."

"I'm already looking forward to seeing that Minotaur kneel and sing 'Conquest'."

...

Although he thought the strategy was viable, just to be on the safe side, Zuo Qinglong decided to face Qing Jia alone. If Qing Jia didn't give the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior a chance, he had a flying pet to escape with.

He had the others wait in a concealed location while Zuo Qinglong went alone to where Qing Jia was.

"Are you Qing Jia?" Upon arriving, Zuo Qinglong indeed saw an Ultra-Burn Warrior resting on a massive rock.

"Correct. Since you know my name, you should be prepared for death," Qing Jia said, jumping down from the rock and staring coldly at Zuo Qinglong.

"It remains to be seen who will fall." Zuo Qinglong said, summoning the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior with a wave of his hand.

Qing Jia just looked on coldly, without making any move.

Zuo Qinglong didn't waste words and directly ordered the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior to charge.

The speed of the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior was indeed not fast, probably around thirty, and when it reached Qing Jia, the Yang Pole Blade slashed down at him.

Qing Jia simply extended a hand and caught the Yang Pole Blade.

Zuo Qinglong saw this and was overjoyed, and the audience watching the battle was equally thrilled, believing that Qing Jia would pay the price for his arrogance.

As Qing Jia held the Yang Pole Blade, his eyebrows furrowed slightly—he too seemed to sense that something was off, as he was unable to snap the blade with force.

The Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior then smashed its shield toward Qing Jia, and although he was still grasping the Yang Pole Blade and showed no sign of letting go, his other hand formed a fist and hammered down on the Yin Pole Shield.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, the Yin Pole Shield was not shattered by Qing Jia's punch—the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior didn't even step back half a step, but Qing Jia's body slightly swayed.

"Haha, the foolish Minotaur."

"Now that's what I call formidable."

"It's in the bag."

The spectators were all smiles, but then, a blue carapace appeared on Qing Jia's body, quickly enveloping him.

Surprisingly, the blue carapace on Qing Jia's body didn't completely cover him; many joints were left exposed.