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After the battle formation was arranged, it was clear that a fierce confrontation was inevitable. However, the Strongman had no intention of engaging with this formation. He strode toward a large boulder nearby, cracking his knuckles with a knowing smile. Suddenly, he swung his arm, and with a loud bang, the massive stone shattered into pieces. The sheer force emanating from the Strongman felt far more terrifying than that of Gene Lock.
Turning back to face the others, he smirked and said, "So you’re not going to run? You have some guts. Then let’s see how you handle this move!" At this point, many were taken aback as they watched the Strongman pick up a piece of rock in his palm. But that was just the beginning; he hurled the stone with incredible force.
The power behind the throw was immense, and its speed rivaled that of a bullet. Before anyone could react, one team member let out a pained cry as the stone struck his leg, likely causing a fracture. He collapsed to the ground in agony.
Seeing his comrade hit, Freyr made a desperate decision to activate Gene Lock. Thanks to the enhancement from Gene Lock, he assessed the speed of the incoming stone. It was fast and powerful; every muscle on the Strongman’s body seemed honed to perfection. Although Freyr felt somewhat drained, witnessing such a physically imposing man made him realize that even if artillery were to bombard him, with Gene Lock's enhancement and that muscular physique, he would remain unharmed.
"Hahaha! Don’t think I won’t kill you; this is just the rules helping you out! If we were on a real battlefield, I would have killed you all without hesitation! Those chosen by me should just give up; you’re all trash!"
With that proclamation, the Strongman glanced at Freyr standing at the center. He suddenly picked up another rock, and his arm swelled as he launched it again. This time, the stone flew even faster and with greater force. The air crackled as it sliced through, but Freyr was ready. Reacting swiftly, he grabbed a nearby stick and countered by sending the flying stone back with equal force.
Yet the Strongman remained unfazed, calmly observing the trajectory of the stone as it struck him on the chin, causing his head to tilt back. He rubbed his chin and noticed there were no wounds—just a red mark.
"That stung a bit! Can you really activate Gene Lock? Hmm? No way; this isn’t your full strength. Interesting—very interesting!"
The Strongman shouted excitedly as he picked up another piece of rock from the ground and crushed it into dust with his bare hands before applying it to his chin. Suddenly, his muscles began to twitch; this was Gene Lock—an even deeper level of enhancement—making him appear even larger from several meters away. He transformed into a towering figure nearly two and a half meters tall, swinging his gleaming arms as if charged with electricity. Anyone struck by him would seem to disintegrate instantly.
"I'm going to slaughter you all!"
The Strongman surveyed the group in their battle formation before taking a massive step forward that covered several meters in an instant. It resembled an extended cannon; the ground trembled beneath him. No one dared confront him head-on; even armored vehicles would surely be sent flying by such force. With only fifteen meters separating them, Freyr gritted his teeth against his pain as he appeared bulky like a muscle-bound giant. In an instant, dust and smoke filled the air.
"Run!!"
Amidst the swirling dust, a piercing scream echoed, and those with keen ears immediately recognized the voice. A sense of retreat began to spread among the ranks, but Duan Shuai's heart stirred. He focused intently, and as the thick haze gradually cleared, a massive figure shook its muscles.
Freyr gasped in shock, pinned to the ground under a heavy foot pressing down on his head. He could barely move, with only his eyes able to shift. The sounds escaping his mouth were filled with despair, leaving no room for any gestures of surrender.
“Hahaha! Well, I didn't expect someone to unlock the Second Stage of Gene Lock. I think you’ll become even more powerful in the future. Why not join our team? Hahaha~”
“Not a chance, White Ape Monkey!” Freyr retorted, though he had lost all strength except for the ability to curse. Even raising a fist was beyond him now. The pressure on his head only intensified, and it seemed that the Strongman, despite his muscular build, had a simple mind; his previous words likely angered him.
Suddenly, the pressure on Freyr's head eased, and he was kicked into the air. The Strongman caught him by the back of his head with a hand so large that it nearly enveloped Freyr's skull. Aside from his eyes, there was little space left; any attempt to struggle would send sharp pain coursing through his mind.
“Then let’s deal with his companions first. I’ll ask him again later; perhaps he’ll be disheartened enough to agree.”
The Purple-Haired Loli waved her hand, struggling against the filthy air as she coughed repeatedly. “Dute, you really are stubborn. There are plenty of guys like this in the army; is it necessary to waste time on someone like him? We’re not like them; we’re here for Special Recruitment to finish things up. Don’t make it hard for those above us; let’s wrap this up!”
“No way!” Dute declared firmly. Without hesitation, he pointed at the group across from them and shouted, “Stormstream Palace! If they won’t help with this little task, then fine! I just think this guy’s personality seems familiar; letting him join our team might change our atmosphere and strength for the better. What’s wrong with that? You don’t understand—this is about a man’s honor! I joined this team for that purpose.”
The Purple-Haired Loli paused before a thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Dute, you haven’t forgotten about that incident, have you? Seriously? Fine, fine! I’ll help you out; men are such strange creatures.” As she finished speaking, she tossed aside her nail clippers and struck one of the men across from her, pinning him against a nearby tree.
The Loli from Stormstream Palace raised her hand and waved it forward. “Now I’ll be your opponent. You can run if you want; I’ll give you time to escape. But if I catch you, your fate will be sealed.”
“What do you bastards want? Let me go!”
Dute chuckled lightly as he exerted more force. “Hahaha! You still have some strength left! I want you to join my team; I’ll be your mentor. With my guidance, you’ll become stronger in no time. Abandon them! If you stay with them any longer, your talents will go to waste. If they don’t die today, they’ll die eventually—they’re trash! Only by following the strong do you have a way out, right?”
"Stormstream Palace" took a deep breath and turned back with a worried response, "He's already run off. You hold on to him; I'll be right back!"
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