You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Prajna rushed over.

Unlike those genetically engineered assassins, he retained his complete rationality and combat experience. Coupled with the inhuman physical abilities granted by the "God Gene," his attacks possessed both the brute force of a beast and the judgment of a human.

His first punch was aimed at Lin Chen's face. Before the wind from the punch even arrived, the air within a meter in front of him was already compressed, producing a muffled sound.

The force of that punch was enough to break through a load-bearing wall.

Lin Chen didn't dodge.

He also threw a punch.

There were no fancy pre-launch moves, no build-up, and no shouts.

The movement is as simple as extending the arm straight out and pushing the fist forward, a movement so concise it resembles a standard demonstration of "force transmission" in a physics textbook.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

boom.

The shockwave spread outward from the point of impact, and shards of glass and metal parts on the ground were blown around by the blast wave. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the glass wall of an incubation chamber three meters away in the shockwave.

Then comes the sound.

Click.

It wasn't a single sound, but a series of sounds.

It felt like crushing an entire bag of walnuts.

Prajna let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His right arm, enhanced by the "God's Gene," had all the bones from his fist to his elbow crushed into dust by the energy transmitted in the reverse direction of the impact during this exchange of blows.

The outline of the forearm twisted into an irregular shape beneath the skin, and white bone fragments pierced through the skin of the wrist, bringing with them a cloud of dark purple blood mist.

Dark purple, not normal red.

The "God's Gene" altered the composition of his blood, turning normal hemoglobin into a variant with a higher iron content, resulting in dark purple blood.

Prajna staggered back three steps, her right arm hanging limply at her side like a boneless fish.

He looked down at his arm, which was now useless.

She looked up at Lin Chen again.

There wasn't even a red mark on Lin Chen's fist.

"How is that possible!"

Prajna's voice had turned into a hoarse scream.

"The bone density enhancement of the 'God Gene' is eight times that of an ordinary person! What exactly is the structure of your body?!"

Lin Chen flexed his fingers.

"Your inferior imitation, obtained by overdrawing your life force, is not even a counterfeit compared to what's inside my body."

He was telling the truth.

The system's [God-level Gene Enhancement Fluid] is an extract from a high-dimensional universe, which reshaped his entire organism at the genetic level.

The "God Gene" of Prajna is merely a product of the limits of existing human gene editing technology, essentially forcibly overdrawing potential within the existing framework.

The difference between the two is like the difference between a steam train and an interstellar spaceship.

Prajna was unaware of these things.

But he knew he couldn't win.

This realization drove him mad.

He roared and swung his remaining left fist at Lin Chen, the speed increasing by 30% compared to before, because fear would cause adrenaline secretion to reach a new peak, at the cost of accelerated damage to the body's organs.

Lin Chen took a half step back, dodging the punch, and struck the outside of Prajna's elbow with the heel of his right hand.

Another sound of bone cracking.

Prajna's left arm is bent at a 90-degree angle at the elbow joint.

Both of his arms are now useless.

Prajna roared and rammed her head into Lin Chen's chin.

Lin Chen thrust his right knee upwards, striking Prajna squarely in the abdomen.

The knee strike, delivered with ten times the force, sent Prajna flying off the ground, her body contorted into a V-shape, and she coughed up a mouthful of dark purple blood.

He hadn't even landed yet.

Lin Chen's right elbow had already slammed into his right ribs.

Three ribs broke simultaneously, and the broken bones pierced the right lung.

Prajna's body flipped 180 degrees in the air, crashed face down to the ground, bounced up, and fell down again.

He tried desperately to stand up, but his arms were no longer under his control. He could only support himself on his knees and forehead, like a dog with a broken spine.

Dark purple blood flowed simultaneously from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ears.

His muscles were still convulsively swelling, and the "God Gene" was still forcibly maintaining his body's functions, but the shattered bones and fractured internal organs could no longer be repaired by any medicine.

"Is this what you call God?"

Lin Chen walked up to him and looked down at the mastermind who had once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Jiangcheng.

He was lying on the ground, covered in dark purple blood, his twisted limbs in a grotesque, doll-like position.

"Too weak."

Lin Chen raised his right foot.

He stepped on Prajna's back, slamming him heavily into the concrete floor of the laboratory.

The ground collapsed into a shallow, human-shaped crater beneath the outline of his body, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

Prajna's consciousness blurred for a second under the enormous impact.

Then I came to my senses again.

He wished he wasn't sober.

Because after he regained consciousness, all he could feel was the grinding sensation of every bone in his body being shattered.

The side effects of the "God's Gene" began to take effect.

The twenty-minute time limit had just passed halfway, but his body was already beginning to collapse under extreme overexertion. His swollen muscles atrophied after the drug's effects were lost, and large bruises appeared on his skin.

He lay in the pit, unable to stand up again.

But the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a smile.

There was blood, broken teeth, and something in that arc that made Lin Chen's brow twitch slightly.

proud.