Chapter 47

What if the Gene Alliance has innate experts? He can produce some gene toxin mist.

If your strength isn't enough, make up for it with genes.

He at least has innate toxin resistance; these gene toxin mists he created harm him not at all, but applied to others…

Hehe, if he doesn't step in to save them, then let them die.

Once hit by his gene toxin mist, only gene antidotes can neutralize it—no other method works. As for neurotoxins, before gene toxins they're nothing but a junior.

Based on his experience, without gene toxin mist, as long as he isn't surrounded by innate experts, killing him isn't easy.

In his past life, if not for a level-nine gene cultivator chasing him, would he have self-imploded?

No matter how strong the Gene Alliance is, it cannot possibly have level-nine gene cultivators, let alone surpass the exclusivity of Changyi Continent.

Besides, if he strikes suddenly, even if the Gene Alliance retaliates, they'll only be left eating dust behind him.

Better safe than sorry; Ding Huan decided to prepare gene toxin mist before heading over.

Ding Huan went straight to the gene herbal store.

He planned to buy more herbs, then rent the gene laboratory again to produce gene toxin mist.

…

Three days later, Ding Huan left Puhai Gene Institute Four.

He successfully created a highly toxic gene antidote and diluted it into a spray bottle.

Since he himself possessed toxin-resistant genes, he didn't even bother making an antidote.

This gene toxin mist, if not treated promptly, can completely collapse the gene chain.

Ding Huan didn't believe anyone besides himself could save someone affected by this gene agent.

The Gene Alliance—time to pay them a visit.

…

Puhai Martial Arts Plaza.

Compared to before, today was even more crowded, because today marked the start of the fourth-round assessment.

The fourth-round assessment differed from the first three rounds; in the first three, candidates could only see each other's scores on the plaza's scoreboard.

The specific content and process of the assessments were invisible to everyone.

The fourth round was different—it was a tournament, where everyone could see the candidates' performances on the stage.

Once a candidate finished, they could leave the waiting area anytime.

After the first three rounds, only two thousand candidates remained.

The arena had been reconfigured: apart from the outer spectator stands, the plaza's center now held ten fighting platforms.

The tournament assessment did not involve two thousand candidates fighting each other.

Candidate-versus-candidate combat involved too many random factors, unfavorable for scoring.

Accepting five hundred out of two thousand candidates was still a decent ratio.

If someone unlucky faced an extremely strong candidate and failed, it would undermine Blue Star's top ten academies' recruitment goals.

Thus, this tournament involved fighting simulated martial arts robots.

These martial arts robots were roughly equivalent in strength to level-one gene cultivators.

Candidates applying to Blue Star's top ten academies were mostly students; under normal circumstances, they naturally couldn't defeat such robots.

When candidates struck the martial arts robots, the robots' internal sensors automatically recorded points based on the location and force of impact.

If a candidate was exceptionally skilled and inflicted damage reaching the robot's tolerance threshold,

they had the chance to completely defeat the robot—that is, a KO.

Of course, when the martial arts robots struck the candidates, points were also recorded.

The final score was the candidate's points on the robot minus the robot's points on the candidate.

If a candidate was too weak and couldn't dodge, their score could turn negative.

These scores weren't displayed immediately; results came only after all candidates completed their tournament matches.

The Yujiang University assessment zone remained the focal point.

Unlike the first three rounds, the fourth-round tournament had no soundproofing.

Spectators could clearly see the tournament details and even cheer for the candidates.

This time, Yujiang University's three students did not go on first.

After the first three rounds, Fang Chong, Li Wanran, and Lü Zi's scores remained unchanged: first, second, and fourth.

Before any candidates stepped onto the stage, ten martial arts robots already stood on the ten platforms.

Externally, these martial arts robots looked no different from ordinary humans.

The chief examiner stood on the central platform and announced loudly, "I believe everyone knows the rules of the fourth round, but I'll reiterate them.

Although scoring is based on attack points against the martial arts robots, this applies only if you last ten minutes.

If you don't last ten minutes, your score will be calculated as a KO. Now, the fourth round officially begins."

As the chief examiner stepped down, the announcement rang out: ten candidates, called by number, ascended platforms one through ten.

After the chief examiner issued the command, the ten martial arts robots charged toward the candidates on their respective platforms.

"Fang Chong, these martial arts robots look terrifying." Li Wanran, watching the robots' speed as they lunged at candidates, couldn't help but worry.

They often sparred among themselves, always holding back—never like these robots, fighting to kill.

"Look closely—these robots look fierce, but their flaws are enormous."

Although Fang Chong's score didn't match Li Wanran's, he was more familiar with actual combat.

In just a few dozen seconds, someone was knocked off the platform by a martial arts robot.

Anyone knocked off the platform would have a negative score.

Many outside candidates, watching the martial arts robot's strength, couldn't help but ask themselves: if they were on the stage, they'd only be KO'd.

In just ten minutes, all ten students who stepped onto the stage were knocked off the platform; not a single one could hold their ground for ten minutes.

"How about you? I feel ten minutes shouldn't be a problem—I might even get the upper hand," Fang Chong said.

"I'm fine too," Li Wanran said. Though initially worried, after watching the martial arts robot's movements, she realized her strength made no cause for concern.

Lü Zi chuckled awkwardly. "I'm fine too."

The competition continued; students kept being knocked off, and new ones kept stepping up.

Whenever someone was knocked down or voluntarily stepped down after ten minutes, the broadcast announced the next student's exam number and platform number.

Two hours later, the broadcast called Fang Chong, Li Wanran, and Lü Zi.

All three were from Yujiang University, their exam numbers consecutive, called up together.

"Fang Chong, Li Wanran, Lü Zi—you must give it your all! Yujiang University is your strongest backing!"

As the three walked toward the testing platform, Yujiang University's president Tan Bei nearly shouted it out.

Though Yujiang University had recently gained fame, it had not yet reaped rewards; now, he was the only one here, but he still had to cheer for his school's three students.

Tan Bei seemed to have triggered a magical incantation; after that shout, the audience seats erupted.

In nearly every corner, people were shouting Fang Chong, Li Wanran, and Lü Zi's names, cheering them on.

The cheers from their families were drowned out in this ocean of sound.

Whether Fang Chong, Li Wanran, or Lü Zi, they were still students; the past few days of honor had only brought excitement and exhilaration.

Now, about to step onto the platform, amid this roar of encouragement, all three felt their bodies flush hot, their scalps tingling.

At this moment, they only wanted to charge onto the platform and punch the martial arts robot flying, proving their strength to everyone.

Ding Huan arrived just in time—he had gone to look for trouble with the Gene Alliance.

The Gene Alliance's headquarters in China was in Dongxun Gene Tower.

Dongxun Gene Tower was not far from Puhai Martial Arts Square; Ding Huan planned to first ask Fang Chong and the others if they had any details about Geng Qianxing's disappearance.

As soon as he arrived, he heard countless voices cheering for Fang Chong and the others.

From afar, he saw Fang Chong already fighting the martial arts robot; though only two or three months had passed, his Basic Fist technique had taken shape.

Perhaps due to his inexperience facing the martial arts robot for the first time, Fang Chong was repeatedly struck.

Fortunately, within two minutes, Fang Chong adjusted himself and began trading blows evenly with the robot—he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

Li Wanran's situation was similar to Fang Chong's; after initial panic, she steadied herself.

But Lü Zi gave Ding Huan a big surprise—he never let the martial arts robot dominate him; instead, he dominated the robot.

In just two or three minutes, Lü Zi completely overpowered the martial arts robot, forcing it into constant retreat.

Ding Huan nodded; the martial arts robot was set to the Level One Gene Cultivator tier.

Compared to a true Level One Gene Cultivator, it was still far too weak.

Lü Zi was a genuine Level One Gene Cultivator; this strength could handle several such martial arts robots at once.

After watching a while, Ding Huan stopped watching—Lü Zi and the others were in the fourth round; he headed first to Dongxun Gene Tower.

Ding Huan had barely glanced away when Puhai Martial Arts Square exploded.

The fourth round wasn't without strong competitors; earlier, some had held out for ten minutes before stepping down.

But no matter how strong, they were still being crushed by the martial arts robot, able only to occasionally counterattack and desperately dodge.

Now, what had they just seen?

After the three Yujiang University students stepped onto the stage, two of them traded blows evenly with the martial arts robot, and the robot gained no advantage.

The most unbelievable was the student on the third platform—what was his name again?

He was actually dominating the martial arts robot, his punches growing smoother and smoother; in just a short time, he slammed the robot against the platform's edge.

Was he going to KO the martial arts robot?

The crowd erupted; some, as if drugged, screamed themselves hoarse: "KO! KO!"

As if hearing their shouts, Lü Zi's waist suddenly bent as if severed.

The crowd gasped; some even covered their mouths in horror.

Because they saw the martial arts robot's fist strike Lü Zi's bent waist.

Had the martial arts robot punched his waist clean through?

But the next moment, the martial arts robot flew upward.

This time, everyone saw clearly—it was Lü Zi; he had somehow grabbed the robot's ankle and swung it up.

"Oh…"

Amid an explosion of ecstatic cheers, the crowd watched as Lü Zi hurled the martial arts robot clean off the platform.