Chapter 7: Strength Surpasses the King of Fists

Once the two had left, Qin Hao finally activated the tendrils of his mind. There were still some iron shovels and similar metal tools in the warehouse; they swiftly detached and twisted, transforming into a series of spears that thrust toward one of the yellow cattle.

These cattle were actually beef cattle, seemingly handpicked, each one robust and sturdy. The sharp spears divided into two, instantly piercing the animal’s neck and heart. Under this double assault, the cow let out a startled cry that was abruptly cut off as it collapsed to the floor.

Blood gushed forth immediately.

In that instant, the tendrils of Qin Hao’s mind unfurled completely.

“Gene Devourer.”

At this moment, had an outsider been present, they would have witnessed an uncanny scene: the blood from the cow did not soak into the earth, nor did it simply fall to the ground. Instead, every drop rose up as if controlled by some invisible force, flying straight toward Qin Hao.

He removed his shirt, letting the blood cover his skin.

A surge of vibrant life force merged with his body.

Under the dual control of his mental tendrils and starlight energy, the blood assimilated into his flesh. Some fragments of the cow’s genes integrated seamlessly with his own—such as explosive muscular power and the hardness of bone.

Unique physical traits, of course, were discarded; otherwise, he would have transformed into a beast.

The crimson blood entered through his pores, and from those same pores, something like a scab was expelled, softly falling to the ground.

When the blood from one cow was fully absorbed, Qin Hao felt his strength soar.

He clenched his fists; while the power now coursing through them was still inferior to what he’d possessed before the reversal of time, it was much greater than what he’d had after injecting starlight energy.

An ordinary adult can deliver a punch with about fifty kilograms of force, though this varies greatly between individuals. After the injection of starlight energy, his body was strengthened and his punch reached a hundred kilograms.

Now, with the bovine bloodline genes infused, his strength climbed again, reaching around two hundred kilograms.

One must know that the world’s top boxers, when tested mechanically, can deliver punches of similar force—after years of training.

Qin Hao, in contrast, had achieved this simply by devouring the genes of a single cow.

He did not stop. The metallic spears plunged into the bodies of other cattle, their blood streaming forth to envelop his body.

The genes of a single species cannot be stacked for additional abilities; otherwise, if he truly gathered the combined strength of nine bulls and two tigers, no one would be able to stand against him.

Yet, individual differences mean that genes vary. Killing ten cattle, Qin Hao sought only to merge the most perfect genetic fragments.

Even among humans, there are both prodigies and mediocrities; among cattle, too, some are stronger, some weaker.

Once he had condensed the finest genes, the power he gained would represent the pinnacle of the species.

Ten cattle died, and Qin Hao’s physique exhibited smooth muscle lines, brimming with explosive strength.

He squeezed his fists, feeling that a single punch now could deliver nearly three hundred kilograms of force.

Excellent.

Next, his forged metal spears targeted ten pigs.

Pigs possess remarkable vitality; after being struck, they screamed miserably, though the cries quickly ceased.

Qin Hao began to devour their blood.

He selected the most outstanding genes and integrated them into his body.

Pigs have little-known genetic advantages; their sense of smell is three times that of a dog, and a dog’s sense of smell is twelve hundred times that of humans.

Qin Hao absorbed this olfactory ability, retained the pig’s exceptional vitality, and the toughness of their skin.

When all was finished, outside the warehouse, Lei Yunzhou knocked at the door.

“Mr. Qin, are you ready? We’ve brought some field frogs.”

Field frogs, of course, meant the common green frog.

The boxes contained a hundred frogs, divided among three containers, their incessant croaking filling the air with irritation.

“Bring them in,” Qin Hao replied.

Lei Yunzhou dutifully carried the boxes inside, and An Shiyue looked on in curiosity, only to see Qin Hao bare-chested, displaying a physique of taut muscle.

An Shiyue’s gaze flickered, embarrassed but unable to resist a closer look—the innate human pursuit of beauty.

She glanced at Qin Hao, her cheeks flushed.

Lei Yunzhou, however, was not focused on that. Though prepared in his mind, he was still shocked at the sight of the corpses of cattle and pigs. He’d never witnessed a slaughter, but he knew well how powerful these animals could be—sometimes three or four people couldn’t restrain a single large pig, let alone kill one outright.

The strange thing was, the floor was remarkably clean, with not a drop of blood in sight.

Lei Yunzhou looked at Qin Hao, wondering if he might not be some martial arts master, but rather a monster in human form.

Such a thought was far beyond his comprehension.

He set down the boxes. The tape holding one was a bit loose, and with a sudden croak, a frog burst out.

“Ah!” Lei Yunzhou reached to grab it, but before he could, a flash of golden light streaked past. A metal needle pierced the frog’s skull, pinning it to the floor.

Lei Yunzhou was startled, and looked at Qin Hao again, now feeling even more terrified.

“Leave now.”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Lei Yunzhou and An Shiyue exited the warehouse.

An Shiyue’s face had turned from rosy to pale; even the slaughter of a small animal unsettled her delicate heart—after all, even elementary school frog dissection lessons could reduce someone to tears.

“Brother, I’m a little scared.”

“What’s there to be afraid of?”

Truthfully, Lei Yunzhou was frightened too. His earlier enthusiasm had faded, and now he realized the true extent of Qin Hao’s strength—he could kill without a trace.

It was the fear one feels in the presence of someone who threatens their life.

Lei Yunzhou wondered if he had brought trouble upon himself, though for now all he could do was comfort himself.

“After all, we’re helping Mr. Qin, and these things didn’t cost much. He even saved you!”

The hundred thousand yuan Qin Hao had refused, and these pigs and cattle hadn’t cost even that much.

Inside the warehouse, Qin Hao killed all the frogs and began to fuse their genes.

This time, he selected fragments related to the frogs’ vision.

He felt his eyes heat up, the world blur and then rapidly clear; his pupils seemed to enlarge, his gaze becoming more nimble.

He had mastered the frogs’ dynamic vision.

Humans can also acquire dynamic vision, but it requires lengthy and precise training to use it flexibly.

Qin Hao, however, could obtain it directly through his Gene Devourer technique, ready for immediate use.

With his wealth of experience, he quickly mastered this new power, wielding it with ease.