"Uh."

It wasn't just Lu Yuan who was stunned; even the surrounding Newbloods were stunned.

The Moly Demon, powerful beyond measure, who seemed to possess the power to dominate everything.

Was it just... by Lu Yuan...

with a pair of fists...

hammered to death by brute force?

Everyone was dumbfounded. The unexpected scene shocked them, their minds buzzing as they fell into a brief daze.

It was like everyone was studying in the same class.

One day, a well-known professor visited the school, and the class's top student suddenly challenged the professor to a PK.

It would have been one thing if they were evenly matched, but in the end, the top student actually insta-killed the professor...

Who wouldn't be stunned by such a turn of events?

After a brief moment of shock, Lu Yuan frowned and quickly strode forward.

His waist-length hair danced in the wind behind him, his blood-lotus eyes half-open.

An invisible, scorching aura, like that of a molten volcano, radiated from him, causing the rubble and dirt along his path to part automatically.

Lu Yuan was not pleased.

It felt like being in the middle of an exhilarating game, with both sides evenly matched, on the verge of claiming the Elder Drake to decide the victor.

Suddenly...

The opposing team collectively surrendered, and their Nexus exploded on its own.

That feeling of being cut off mid-excitement was truly awful.

"How could you collapse right when my inspiration was gushing and my moves were flawless?"

Lu Yuan crouched beside the fallen Moly Demon, carefully examining its body with his Spiritual Power.

He discovered that the Moly Demon's bones and flesh were almost shattered, and its internal organs had also ruptured.

Although it wasn't dead, it was severely injured.

While Lu Yuan was studying it, the Moly Demon's two eyes stared fixedly at him—

looking at him as if he were a monster straight out of a horror story!

Is this the drawback of New Martial?

Lu Yuan prodded some of the complex yet chaotic mechanical components exposed in the Moly Demon's ruptured flesh, seemingly lost in thought.

In simple terms, New Martial was also a form of transplantation and modification.

What's the biggest difference between a machine and a human body?

Recovery!

Machines need repairs when they break and require regular maintenance.

Even with technology that provides some self-repair capabilities, it's far inferior to the self-regeneration of human cells.

Lu Yuan was Pure Martial.

After breaking the limit of his physique once, his potential became limitless.

In his battle with the Moly Demon, his potential was constantly being tapped. The longer he fought, the braver and stronger he became.

The Moly Demon, however, was in a state of constant attrition.

The shockwaves from their clashing fists placed an immense burden on the two New Martial systems within its body.

When the pressure accumulated to a certain level...

CRACK! They shattered.

In that case, I have even less reason to switch to New Martial or the modification path...

Large patches of the flowing molybdenum steel originally covering the Moly Demon's body were now hardening, blackening, and peeling off.

The Gigapascal hydraulic pump devices for its New Martial, embedded deep within its muscles and bones, had also largely shattered.

Its entire body resembled a battered and broken toy, lying pitifully on the ground.

Lu Yuan felt a pang of regret and was about to stand up.

Suddenly!

His expression flickered. He quickly reached out and tore a muddy mass of flesh from beneath the Moly Demon's left rib.

"What is this thing?"

"Oh, it's my remote control."

The entirely liquefied Bearman looked at Lu Yuan with utter "horror."

If one were to ask who had the best experience in this battle, it was definitely the Bearman!

The Bearman had the most VIP seat imaginable.

Clinging tightly to the Moly Demon's body, the Bearman was nearly vibrated numb from each clash between Lu Yuan and the Moly Demon.

If not for its extreme force-dispersion techniques, it probably would have died before the Moly Demon.

Through these countless clashes, the Bearman's terror and dread of Lu Yuan had reached a crescendo.

This fear, compounded by the trauma of being brutalized by Lu Yuan in the gravity field earlier, was so intense that now, facing Lu Yuan again, meeting those abyss-like eyes, it was so terrified he could barely stop himself from shivering.

What happened to the pride of an A+ rank powerhouse?

"You're planning to..."

Lu Yuan tugged at the Bearman, discovering that most of its body had seeped into the Moly Demon, the point of adhesion utterly repulsive.

"Play ghoul?"

Seeing the Bearman's eyes instinctively dart away in panic, Lu Yuan had a sudden flash of insight.

"Don't tell me you have some kind of devouring evolution ability?"

BOOM!

The moment Lu Yuan finished speaking, the Bearman in his hand seemed to explode.

Its entire form completely liquefied, desperately trying to burrow into the Moly Demon's body.

The dying Moly Demon grunted, seemingly in extreme pain.

Lu Yuan gripped a part of the Bearman's body tightly with one hand, like holding onto a frantically struggling octopus.

His Spiritual Power seeped into the Moly Demon's body, and his own eyes grew brighter and brighter...

He saw the Bearman's tissues rapidly fusing with the Moly Demon's organs.

Like pieces of a puzzle, they continuously mended the Moly Demon's injuries, a new vitality erupting from within.

It seems... even more powerful than the Moly Demon from before.

The Moly Demon had undergone genetic enhancement and broken its physical limit.

"Good, good, good..."

Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly in approval, a smile on his face, as he forcefully shoved the part of the Bearman he held into the Moly Demon's wound.

"Keep it up. Evolve well. I'll give you time..."

The Bearman, frantically burrowing, actually paused upon hearing this.

Before it could react, Lu Yuan had already stepped back a few paces, quietly anticipating its performance.

As the Bearman entered the Moly Demon's body, the incredible, miraculous abilities from its Tardigrade—and perhaps other organisms'—biochemical modifications came into play.

The Moly Demon, lying like a corpse on the ground, its shattered body truly began to radiate a new life force.

Lu Yuan watched as the molybdenum steel that had peeled off and fallen away liquefied again, bit by bit being reabsorbed by the "Moly Demon."

Simultaneously, the "Moly Demon's" muscles and bones began to contract and restructure... seemingly transforming towards a more powerful and streamlined form.

An indescribable, thrilling palpitation began to emanate from the "Moly Demon's" body...

Lu Yuan's eyes sparkled.

Watching the "Moly Demon's" wondrous rebirth, he himself entered an extremely wondrous state.

This battle, the most exhilarating he had ever experienced, made his body and his inspiration "boil" as never before.

Lu Yuan felt he had grasped something.

He was on the verge of understanding something.

Something was about to break through its shell.

The Moly Demon's earlier, sudden collapse had interrupted this sensation.

Now... there was a chance for it to continue.

"A Fighter does not fear any challenge. He only feels excitement..."

"The birth of a legend also needs a more splendid, magnificent, and passionately surging climax..."

"So..."

Lu Yuan watched the "Moly Demon" before him with anticipation, silently urging in his heart—

Evolve for me! Moly Demon Bearman Beast!...

「.....」

"Uh..."

Aboard the swiftly moving Fly Shuttle, Song Cong blankly watched the real-time projection of the assessment location.

He was momentarily lost in thought.

Beside him, Su Zhaohui, now in a fresh uniform with all traces of alcohol gone, beamed with ruddy-faced excitement as he pointed at the light screen and said, "Well, Song?! Do you still dare say my mission parameters were absurd? Without the incentive of my SS-rank mission, would you have seen this kid's true potential limit now? The Moly Demon! A Moly Demon with double A+ Great Achievement in New Martial! Even non-strength type S-minus rank powerhouses get a headache just looking at it, not daring to face its fists head-on! And this kid, he pummeled it to a pulp, fist by fist!"

The more Su Zhaohui spoke, the prouder he became, his voice growing louder.

At the end, there was a strong hint of "the prized stallion stands before you, and I am its sole discoverer" in his tone. He laughed heartily, "Do you dare question my judgment in the future? I, Su Zhaohui, am the Gold Bear with the most discerning eye, bar none!"

Song Cong was silent. Though Su Zhaohui's smugness irritated him, he had to admit the man had a point.

Of course, more than that, he was shocked.

Shocked by Lu Yuan.

Up until now, this Newblood named Lu Yuan had repeatedly surpassed his expectations several times.

Every time, it was astonishing!

Every time, it shook him to his core!

Su Zhaohui had said one thing right.

This Lu Yuan truly had the qualifications to become... the most talented, most gifted Newblood in the history of Yellow Bear!

"I'm worried now, with Lu Yuan's current performance... I'm almost unable to afford the price to recruit him."

Song Cong looked into Su Zhaohui's eyes, his expression slightly complex as he spoke.

"Haha—"

Su Zhaohui laughed heartily, patting Song Cong's shoulder. "No way, no way! Song, you and I go way back. Would I really use this chance to rip you off?"

"Heh—"

Song Cong gave him a cold, silent smile.

Just as Su Zhaohui was about to speak again, his gaze inadvertently swept over the light screen and suddenly froze. His expression also suddenly turned grave.

Song Cong noticed the change in his expression and quickly looked over as well.

Soon, Song Cong frowned deeply and asked, "What's happening? Wasn't the Moly Demon crippled? How come its aura shows signs of reviving and strengthening?"

"It's the Bearman!"

Su Zhaohui quickly tapped the light screen, brought up the Bearman's data, and meticulously read it from top to bottom.

Upon seeing a particular piece of information, he suddenly cursed aloud.

"DAMN IT! How did this thing's genes get mixed into the Bearman? Why wasn't this section highlighted in red?!"

Su Zhaohui's face turned ugly. He muttered to himself, "No wonder... no wonder the food fed to the Bearman had to undergo such rigorous screening..."

Song Cong saw the information too, and his face turned cold instantly.

"You people are something else. Daring to put an experimental subject involved in extraterrestrial biological research into a Newblood assessment. Truly audacious, full of the spirit of reform and innovation..."

"Go tell that to Xiao Rui, damn it! She's the one responsible for the entire assessment process. I'm just a proctor!"

Su Zhaohui seemed extremely agitated, his earlier composure gone.

Tardigrade, Tardigrade, adaptability... no wonder... That experiment back then wasn't purely about Tardigrade modification at all, was it? It was because they wanted to research extraterrestrial gene modification that they chose Tardigrade modification as an auxiliary method...

Everything suddenly seemed to become clear.

But it didn't seem to help solve the current problem.

"Activate the Sword of Judgement! Remotely bombard the Moly Demon Bearman!"

Song Cong commanded coldly, "Immediately! Right now! I know you have one on this Fly Shuttle!"

Su Zhaohui, his face grim, stared at the image on the light screen.

He silently brought up a virtual operations interface.

Charging, target locking, countdown to launch....

10, 9, 8, 7....

As the numbers ticked down one by one, neither Song Cong nor Su Zhaohui spoke.

Just as the numbers were about to reach zero, Song Cong turned to look at the real-time monitoring screen.

1, 2, 3....

Several seconds passed. The screen remained peaceful.

Song Cong frowned in confusion and turned his head.

He found Su Zhaohui watching him quietly.

The launch countdown for the "Sword of Judgement" was frozen at the final second.

"Why?" Song Cong asked calmly, but an undercurrent churned in the depths of his eyes.

"Trust me one more time, Song."

Su Zhaohui's gaze was earnest, filled with a strange anticipation and conviction.

He turned his head, pointing a finger at the light screen, at the figure of a youth who looked like a fiend, brimming with excitement as he waited.

He said, word by word, "And trust *him* one more time. I believe, since he made this decision himself... he should be far more certain than we imagine!"

The Fly Shuttle fell completely silent, and for a long while, not another word was spoken.

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