After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Chapter 57 You call this evolution? Part 1

The morning sun slashed down like shattered gold, striking the heavy wrought iron gate of Cloud Peak Manor, making the gilded patterns shine. But this warm light could not suppress the thick, unyielding smell of blood emanating from inside, nor could it block the chilling aura behind the gate that could freeze the heavens and the earth.

"Click".

The soft clanging of the door hinges was particularly jarring in the deathly silent entrance to the manor. Lu Yuan, wearing faded white canvas shoes, stepped out of the gate. His shoes crunched over the dew on the steps, instantly killing the life on the grass beneath his feet—the lawn, still wet with morning dew, frosted over at a visible speed, grayish-white ice crystals sliding down the blades of grass. The pervasive smell of blood in the air was forcibly frozen into tiny ice pellets, which clattered and shattered on the ground.

This scene froze dozens of cold gazes outside the gate.

The once smooth asphalt road was now completely wrecked, with four or five craters half a meter deep containing uncooled shell casings and fragments of flesh. Dozens of "cleaners" in black combat uniforms surrounded the villa entrance in a fan shape. The muzzles of their modified electromagnetic rifles gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, and the dark barrels were all aimed at the boy at the door. Their fingers were all on the triggers, waiting for the order to tear the eighteen-year-old boy to pieces.

In the very center of the arena, a towering figure stood out starkly—a bald, muscular Russian man, over two meters tall, gripped Lin Zhen's neck with one hand, suspending him in mid-air like a tattered sack. Lin Zhen's bulletproof vest was torn to shreds, a large dent in his chest, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from the gruesome wound, his legs twitching limply in mid-air. Yet, his eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan, filled with anxiety and despair.

Hearing the door open, the bald, burly man slowly turned his head. His dark yellow eyes, like those of a venomous snake, locked onto Lu Yuan. A ferocious smile spread across his lips, revealing a set of yellow teeth blackened by tobacco. His broken Chinese was laced with disdainful sneers: "You're Lu Yuan? The kid who picked up Kunlun's treasure?"

Thick fingers gently rubbed the cartilage in Lin Zhen's neck, the "crackling" friction sound making one's teeth ache. He deliberately left Lin Zhen with his last breath—this was his bargaining chip, bait to force Lu Yuan to hand over his "treasure".

Lu Yuan didn't reply, his hands still in his casual pants pockets, his expression as calm as a deep pool of ice. His gaze passed over the row of gun barrels poised to fire, landing on Lin Zhen's face, which was purplish-red. With a sweep of his divine sense, he instantly discerned Lin Zhen's injuries: seven broken ribs, a punctured lung, and two-thirds of his heart's blood vessels burst.

This bald man was extremely measured in his actions, yet ruthless to the extreme—he didn't kill directly, but left the victim to torment him, both to intimidate and to maintain leverage. A faint hint of coldness flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes, but he remained unmoved.

"Mr...Mr. Lu...Quick...Go!" Lin Zhen used his last bit of strength to squeeze out broken syllables from his throat, his eyes desperately glancing back, signaling Lu Yuan to retreat to the villa. He knew better than anyone that his peak Transcendent Realm strength couldn't even withstand a single exchange with this bald man—one palm strike to the other's chest didn't even break the skin, while his own wrist was shattered.

But he knew even better that Lu Yuan's ability to destroy Kunlun meant his strength was undoubtedly extraordinary. However, the electromagnetic rifles these foreigners carried were the latest god-slaying weapons developed by the Shield Consortium, specifically designed to break through a martial artist's protective aura. Even a legendary god-level expert would perish from a single burst! Even more deadly was the presence of that young lady in the villa; if she were caught in the crossfire, the entire Jiangnan City would be doomed!

"The Huaxia Immortal Bureau only produces spineless cowards like you?" The bald, burly man sneered, then flicked his wrist, slamming Lin Zhen against the cement wall beside him like a piece of trash.

"boom--"

A dull thud echoed as Lin Zhen's body slammed against the wall, leaving a pool of glaring blood. He slid down the wall to the ground, completely still, with only faint breathing to prove he was still alive.

The entire room fell silent.

Dozens of cleaners held their breath, staring intently at Lu Yuan, waiting to see the young man panic and beg for mercy on his knees—in their eyes, even if Lu Yuan had some skill, he could only be slaughtered by dozens of cleavers.

Lu Yuan remained standing there, not even lifting his eyelids, his breathing completely still, as if the person who had just been thrown away wasn't one of his own, but merely an insignificant rock. His calmness, on the contrary, made the bald, burly man uneasy.

The bald, burly man narrowed his eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowing. Intelligence indicated that this kid had generated an S-level energy fluctuation last night, most likely because he possessed Kunlun's killing array disc. He dared not push too hard—if this kid went all out and detonated the array disc, everyone present would be killed.

"Keep me calm first, then trick me!" The bald, burly man quickly formulated his plan, took a step forward, and his heavy military boots made a harsh sound as they pounded on the gravel. He tried to soften his tone, but couldn't hide his inherent arrogance: "Kid, we at SHIELD do business according to the rules."

He pulled a black and gold card from his pocket, flicked it with his finger, and the card spun and stuck into the grass at Lu Yuan's feet. "That thing you picked up is a death warrant—the Chinese government wants to arrest you, and the secretive families want to devour you. Give me the card; this card contains one hundred million US dollars and a green card for an overseas safe zone. You can take your sister abroad and enjoy endless wealth and luxury for the rest of your life. We'll guarantee your safety."

He was convinced that an eighteen-year-old high school student simply couldn't resist such temptation.

Lu Yuan finally lowered his head, glancing at the black and gold card at his feet. His eyes showed no wavering, only deep helplessness, as if he were looking at a clown. He raised his head, his gaze landing on the bald, burly man's face, which he thought was in control. His tone was calm but carried a chilling sarcasm: "First thing in the morning, running around littering in front of someone's house, spewing filth."

He paused, then chuckled softly, but his voice carried clearly to everyone's ears: "You bunch of beggars, now you go out without even a bowl?"

"court death!"

The bald, burly man's fake smile vanished instantly, his dark yellow eyes surging with savage killing intent. With a roar, dozens of scavengers around him simultaneously pulled back their bolts, all safety engaged, and their dark blue muzzles instantly filled with energy, waiting for the bald, burly man's order.

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The bald, burly man cracked his neck, his cervical vertebrae popping with a "crack" sound, his tone full of arrogance. "You really think you can roam the earth like a madman just by killing a few old codgers from Kunlun? Today I'll show you what true superhuman power is!"

A beast-like growl rang out, and the bald, muscular man's combat suit burst open instantly from his bulging muscles, scattering shreds everywhere. His originally wheat-colored skin turned a dark silver-gray in a second, reflecting a cold metallic sheen in the morning sun; his figure grew another thirty centimeters taller, his arm muscles bulging, their surfaces covered with fine, scaly patterns—this was his proud A-level ability, a dual awakening of Steel Transformation and Berserk!

With this physique, he once withstood two armor-piercing rounds from a main battle tank on the Middle East battlefield without even getting a scratch!

"Kneel down!"

The bald, burly man slammed his legs into the ground, instantly creating two half-meter-deep craters in the hard asphalt. He was like a cannonball launched from a gun, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, heading straight for Lu Yuan's face! His silver-gray fist, the size of a clay pot, carried enough kinetic energy to collapse a five-story building, and was only half a foot away from Lu Yuan's nose—in the eyes of the street cleaners, this punch would surely cause Lu Yuan's head to explode like a watermelon!

But Lu Yuan didn't even blink.

He slowly withdrew his right hand, and casually extended an index finger to meet the unstoppable silver-gray fist.

"Click—"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no turbulent air currents, only a crisp sound of bone cracking, which was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the place.

The bald, muscular man's right arm, capable of smashing through a tank, froze in mid-air the instant it touched Lu Yuan's fingertips, unable to move an inch. The enormous recoil force ripped back through his arm, making him feel as if his fist had struck a neutron star. The bones of his entire right arm groaned in agony, and excruciating pain shot through his nerves to his brain.

The bald, burly man stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape in disbelief, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets—this was impossible! He was a dual-awakened A-level superhuman, and this kid hadn't even activated his protective aura, yet he'd managed to catch his full-force attack with just a single finger?!

He tried to pull his hand back, but found that his fist was firmly attached to Lu Yuan's index finger by an invisible rule, and remained motionless, as if that slender finger was an unshakeable mountain.

Lu Yuan frowned slightly, his nostrils twitching—a faint yet pungent stench seeped from the depths of the bald, muscular man's blood; it wasn't the smell of sweat glands, but rather a filth originating from the very core of his genes. He lightly ran his fingertip across the bald man's fist, and that metallic skin, impenetrable even by armor-piercing bullets, was sliced ​​open without resistance, like fermented butter.

A drop of dark green blood seeped from the wound and hovered in mid-air.

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold, and the image of the monster fragment he had picked up in the Kunlun underground vault last night flashed through his mind—this aura was exactly the same! However, the demonic energy in this drop of blood was extremely mixed, as if it had been diluted hundreds of times and forcibly fused with a large amount of chemical agents, making it disgusting and cheap.

"I thought it was some high-class stuff." Lu Yuan's tone carried an undisguised hint of pity, his voice hitting the bald, burly man's ears clearly. "Diluting the mutated blood of a third-tier green-haired water ape, mixing it with stimulants, and injecting it into the veins—you call this evolution, relying on such crooked methods to stimulate physical mutation?"

He paused, his eyes turning cold, his words as sharp as ice: "In my eyes, this is called—atavism, it's called being utterly ignorant of death."

The bald, burly man's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning!