Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

The carapace coverage rate of Qing Jia was only around seventy percent, which came as a surprise.

For general human Mutators, as long as the Base Mutation Egg used isn't too poor, the coverage rate can reach more than eighty percent.

The Ultra-Burn Tribe is clearly stronger than human Mutators. Most Ultra-Burn Warriors have a carapace coverage rate of ninety, or even above ninety-five percent.

Qing Jia, being so formidable, only had a seventy percent coverage rate, which obviously seemed to defy common sense.

"It's somewhat late to use Base Mutation power now," Zuo Qinglong expressed considerable confidence in the abilities of the Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior.

Qing Jia had been holding the Yang Pole Blade all this time, and such prolonged contact had already significantly reduced his attributes and skills.

Zuo Qinglong roughly estimated that Qing Jia's attributes should have decreased by about half by now.

Even for a top Crystal Base, having attributes halved would equate to roughly the same level as Alloy Level.

The potency of his skills would also be diminished, so theoretically, Qing Jia's current abilities would not be much stronger than those at Alloy Level.

The Yin-Yang Infinite Warrior's Yin Pole Shield smashed towards Qing Jia once again, yet Qing Jia still chose not to dodge. Instead, still holding the Yang Pole Blade with one hand, his other fist thundered towards the Yin Pole Shield.

The next second, a shocking scene unfolded.

Under Qing Jia's fist, the heavy Yin Pole Shield was violently shattered into pieces as if it had been blown apart by a bomb.

"Impossible!" Zuo Qinglong exclaimed, his face a picture of horror.

Qing Jia had clearly had his attributes and skills weakened by the Yang Pole Blade, and although the Yin Pole Shield possessed powerful rebound damage, the fact that Qing Jia could explode it with a single punch was something he could not accept.

Not just Zuo Qinglong, but all the humans watching from the home planet were dumbstruck.

Zuo Qinglong reacted swiftly; after a moment of shock, he immediately summoned a Five-Colored Crystal Bird Pet.

The Five-Colored Crystal Bird Pet grabbed his shoulders, lifting him into the sky, and they fled into the distance.

Due to Zuo Qinglong's departure, the image of Qing Jia gradually receded, and the last thing they could see was the Yang Pole Blade in Qing Jia's palm exploding like flour.

"So powerful... Such strength... Perhaps only Ouyang Yudu and War God Wei are capable of battling against him..." the people thought in shock.

Lin Shen and others who were running were also greatly astounded.

"That Qing Jia's strength is probably not inferior to Bai," He Fang exclaimed in awe.

"Not just not inferior, I think Bai may not even be completely confident of winning against him," another senior brother, Lv Ying, also said.

"It's really vexing to let a member of the Ultra-Burn Tribe be so arrogant," Ling Luo grumbled.

"You'll get used to it. This is just an Ultra-Burn Tribe member who can't even make the species rankings. When facing the terrifying beings of those major races, humans are even less capable," Lv Ying, who had a more pessimistic nature, said in a dispirited tone.

"That's not necessarily true. Being invincible at the same level isn't a joke. Although humans are far behind those major races in terms of high-level strength, Bai, who practices 'Talent Theory' at the Base Mutation level, is not inferior to any Other Race," He Fang, on the other hand, was not so easily convinced.

The group kept talking while running, oblivious to the fact that Lin Shen had been following behind them the entire time, and even after more than half an hour, they still hadn't managed to pull away from him.

"What's all this nonsense? Running so slow, didn't you eat breakfast? Pick up the pace, all of you, can't you see even the new guy is running more relaxed than you?" Instructor Mu's voice once again came from inside the room.

He Fang and a few others, upon hearing this, realized something and turned their heads to look. Sure enough, they saw Lin Shen trailing behind them, seemingly not struggling much.

"Brothers, we need to step it up. Don't let the junior brother think we're a joke." Ling Luo, who was running at the front, sped up.

"Damn it, I was too busy watching that Qing Jia earlier," He Fang cursed under his breath and quickened his pace as well.

They all thought they were running slowly because they had been distracted by the video earlier, and that was why Lin Shen could keep up.

Now each one of them lengthened their strides as much as possible and tried to increase their speed.

But there was a limit to how much faster they could go, after all, the weight they were carrying was truly too heavy.

After running a few more laps, He Fang and the others felt something was off. They had already started panting heavily, but when they turned to look at Lin Shen, they were shocked to find that he still looked at ease and wasn't gasping like them.

"This is weird, we've been running for so long now, how can this kid be unaffected? Is Instructor Mu going easy on him by giving him less weight?" He Fang muttered to himself, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Who was Instructor Mu? How could he possibly go easy on anyone? It was more likely he would add more weight.

"This junior brother has got something... Say what you will... but his endurance is really something..." Ling Luo was also surprised.

"Junior brother, if you're tired, just say it," Lv Ying said while gasping for air.

"Okay, Brother Lv," Lin Shen responded.

Everyone heard his steady voice, full of breath, without the slightest sign of panting, and they became even more bewildered.

"Could it be that Devil Instructor really did go easy on him?" The thought rose in their minds again.

Instructor Mu, who was in the office, peered through the slats of the Venetian blinds at Lin Shen outside, squinting his eyes into a slit.

"This kid is interesting; his endurance is quite remarkable, even stronger than Dong Zi was back in the day. He might really become the second King of Hundred Defeats."

Instructor Mu watched for a while longer, saw Lin Shen still running in the same old way, with his senior brothers nearly at their limit, and couldn't help but frown: "It seems that the usual training for them isn't enough; they are even outperformed by a newcomer, so the next training will have to be doubled."

He Fang and the others were unaware that they were about to enjoy "double the happiness," as they continued to run doggedly, though their speed dropped again.

Now they had realized that it wasn't that they were running slow, it was that Lin Shen could really run.

"Instructor, you didn't give the junior brother an easy time, did you?" Ling Luo, getting more tired by the minute, looked back to find Lin Shen still unchanged, with not even a sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but mutter.

As he said this, He Fang and the others echoed the sentiment.

If the weight Instructor Mu had given Lin Shen was truly his limit, how could he run so effortlessly?

Although they spoke softly, Instructor Mu still heard them and walked out of the office with a backpack in hand.

"Lin Shen, your fellow brothers think your load isn't heavy enough, and I can only add a little more. Carry this," Instructor Mu approached Lin Shen with a smile and handed him the backpack.

Lin Shen took the backpack and immediately felt the weight. The backpack was almost as heavy as the uniform he was wearing; it was going to double the weight.