Qin Lingyu’s alertness heightened: "Is the opponent strong?"
"Not bad." Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Their strength should be comparable to an ancient martial artist with two hundred years of cultivation. You haven’t trained in Inner Strength, so head back first."
The City of the World has no ancient martial artists.
The only things capable of pushing human limits, besides Alchemy, are Genetic Engineering.
Qin Lingyu slowly clenched her fists.
At first, she thought she was abandoned by her parents because her genetic modification was a failure.
In reality, she was just an infant produced by the Biogenetics Institute, born from a cold embryo container.
A failed product.
She was a failed experiment.
A damned existence.
Qin Lingyu took a deep breath and, heeding Ying Zijin’s words, quickly walked back the way she came.
Ying Zijin raised her hand and picked up a 3D-printed mask to put on.
The mask perfectly fit her face.
In the next instant, the girl’s face changed.
"Bang! Bang!"
The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground erupted.
Above, there was the buzzing sound of a helicopter.
Apparently, the helicopter was in stealth mode moments earlier and has now revealed itself.
Ying Zijin flexed her wrist, surveyed her surroundings, and nodded slightly: "Five people."
Enough to play with for a few seconds.
"She’s not Qin Lingyu." The leading warrior compared a photo, speaking coldly, "Don’t waste time with her; if she blocks the way, just take her out."
Hearing this, two warriors stepped forward immediately.
To them, a frail girl wouldn’t require much of their power.
After all, they were S-rank Gene Warriors.
However, it was only a matter of an instant.
The girl’s eyelashes lifted as she moved.
Two swift elbow strikes hit the left chests of the two warriors directly.
Inner Strength surged out, shattering their heart veins.
The two warriors’ eyes widened as they collapsed to the ground, without a chance to get back up.
The leading warrior was startled, a look of horror crossing his face.
In a split second, he thought of a kind of person and shouted: "Ancient Martial Artist, quick—"
The word "retreat" hadn’t even left his mouth before Ying Zijin was in front of him.
Her movements were swift and efficient, no superfluous display, just a simple leg raise and spin.
"Bang!"
The leading warrior’s body went limp and collapsed as well.
He too stared, still with disbelief lingering on his face.
Ying Zijin spoke indifferently: "Truly useless."
She glanced at a timer.
Not even ten seconds had passed.
She raised her hand and casually fired a shot at the helicopter overhead.
"Bang!"
The helicopter turned to ashes under the laser attack.
Ying Zijin squatted down, pulled out a burlap sack, and leisurely kicked all five Gene Warriors into it.
**
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Fu Yunshen leaned against a tree, looking at photos he got from Xiu.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he lifted his head, his peach blossom eyes narrowing swiftly.
His slender fingers pinched the photos, slowly tucking them into his collar.
"Old Fu, dinner will be ready soon." Qin Lingyan walked over, "Hmph, that old man wants me to call him grandpa, well, I won’t, just to spite him."
Fu Yunshen spoke: "Get down."
Qin Lingyan was puzzled: "What?"
Just as he was about to turn his head, he was suddenly kicked, landing face-first on the ground.
"Ah!" Qin Lingyan screamed, "Old Fu, what are you doing? My face!"
He hadn’t found a wife yet.
But immediately, Qin Lingyan fell silent.
He watched as the handsome man swiftly took down ten suddenly appearing warriors.
Qin Lingyan was dumbfounded: "Holy—!"
He knew Fu Yunshen was strong, but not to this extent.
Ten Gene Warriors, each equivalent to a two-hundred-year Ancient Martial Grandmaster, were no match for him.
"Stay here." Fu Yunshen said, leaving these words before quickly exiting the area.
His Inner Strength burst forth, and in just three seconds, he arrived a hundred meters away.
Ying Zijin was dragging five Gene Warriors down with a burlap sack.
She truly made a great boss, preparing dissection tools specifically for her underlings.
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