Chapter 410: Tearing Apart a Venerable with Bare Hands, Genetic Enhancement!

Chapter 410: Tearing a Venerable Apart, Genetic Ascension!

The God-Chosen Battlefield, Human Stronghold.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the artificial atmosphere above the fortress, Qin Feng wiped his hands.

Though they were free of blood and dust, it was a habit he could not shed.

Construction of the stronghold was well underway; automated golems patrolled in orderly fashion, and the phase-logic cores emitted a steady, ghostly blue glow.

Suddenly, the system prompt that kept every God-Chosen in the universe on edge erupted without warning.

[Ding.]

[Hostile high-energy signature detected.]

[Area Suppression Mission Triggered: Extracting the Poisoned Fang.]

[Mission Description: "Bone-Burial Ridge," located northwest of Sector S-09, is a flesh-processing outpost established by the Demon race. The commander is refining "Ancient Demon True Blood" through the sacrifice of captives, attempting to force a breach in the battlefield's restrictions to regain peak combat power.]

[Mission Objective: Destroy the Bone-Burial Ridge outpost and execute the commander—Venerable Blood-Crocodile.]

[Hostile Intel: Venerable Blood-Crocodile (Peak Venerable Realm, extreme physical defense, master of Blood Dao rules).]

[Time Limit: 4 hours.]

[Reward: Human Genetic Lock Unlocked (Phase I); Special Building Blueprint: "Martial Arts Hall."]

Real Universe, Terra Council.

Upon seeing the name "Venerable Blood-Crocodile," countless red warning boxes flashed across the Intelligence Department’s holographic screens.

"It’s him?!"

An old general slammed the table. "Three hundred years ago, on the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy, this crocodile swallowed an entire fleet in one bite! It is a true physical Venerable; its hide is so thick that even anti-matter cannons couldn't scratch it!"

"Venerable Qin is a Venerable, yes, but he is human. To go head-to-head against a creature with such innate, monstrous physique..."

"Do not worry."

In the corner, the young Chief of Staff—now a fanatical devotee of Qin Feng—pushed up his glasses. "Have you forgotten? Venerable Qin’s physique is known as the 'Hun-Yuan Limit'."

Inside the God-Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng glanced at the mission panel, a cruel curve touching his lips.

"Blood-Crocodile?"

"Perfect. The stronghold's moat is missing a few guard beasts. Even if they're dead, their hides can still be put to use."

He notified no one, nor did he carry any heavy weaponry.

He simply shed the white robe that symbolized the "Guardian" and donned a tight-fitting black suit.

It was the same attire he had worn back when he turned the Myriad-Race Battlefield into a river of blood.

"Activate the warp gate."

"Coordinates: Directly above Bone-Burial Ridge."

Qin Feng stepped through.

Bone-Burial Ridge lived up to its name.

It was a vast canyon, the floor piled high with bleached bones—some humanoid, others belonging to gargantuan beasts. The air was thick with the stench of blood and rot.

In the center of the canyon, atop an altar built of obsidian and gore, a fifty-meter-tall giant crocodile lay coiled.

It maintained a hybrid form, half-man and half-beast, its body covered in dark red scales, each one wreathed in the wailing of vengeful spirits.

This was Venerable Blood-Crocodile.

"Roar..."

The Blood-Crocodile let out a satisfied growl. It had just devoured a hundred Pig-Head warriors, and the blood-energy within it was surging.

"Soon... after consuming another thousand souls, I can briefly shatter the rules and restore my peak strength! When that time comes, that human, Qin Feng, will be my finest tonic!"

Just as it envisioned its future, the sky tore open.

There was no earth-shattering energy fluctuation, only a single figure falling straight down like a meteorite.

BOOM!!!

The figure slammed into a boulder less than a hundred meters from the altar.

As the dust settled, Qin Feng stood there, hands tucked into his pockets.

The surrounding demon guards—thousands of bloodthirsty wolf-demons and armored rhinos—were instantly struck by the shockwave, their orifices bleeding as they collapsed.

"Who?!"

Venerable Blood-Crocodile snapped open its golden slit-pupils, killing intent erupting like a physical force.

"A human? Qin Feng?!"

It froze for a second, then erupted in wild ecstasy.

"You seek death by coming here! I was wondering how to find you, and you’ve delivered yourself as a snack?"

The live-stream chat exploded.

"Hahaha! This human is arrogant! Does he think the Blood-Crocodile is some fragile Spirit-race mage?"

"Lord Blood-Crocodile has an invincible body! In a battlefield that suppresses cultivation, physical strength is everything!"

"Tear him apart! Make him into jerky!"

"That crocodile is massive... God Qin looks like an ant before him."

"The pressure is so intense, I feel suffocated just watching the screen."

"Why isn't God Qin drawing his gun? Doesn't he have that divine weapon?"

Qin Feng looked at the mountain-like beast before him, his expression remaining indifferent.

He extended a finger and beckoned.

"I hear your hide is tough?"

"Come, let me test the texture."

Provoked, Venerable Blood-Crocodile flew into a rage.

"Insect! Die!"

It pushed off the ground with its thick, pillar-like hind legs, its massive frame erupting with speed that defied the laws of physics.

The air was shredded, leaving a trail of sonic booms.

A giant, scale-covered claw, carrying millions of tons of force, descended to crush him.

This strike was enough to shatter a mountain.

Facing this devastating blow, Qin Feng did not dodge.

He did not even use a shred of rule-based power to weaken his opponent.

He crouched slightly, pulling his right fist back, and in that instant, every muscle in his body synchronized like a precision hydraulic press.

Primordial Limit Dao Body, operating at full capacity.

"Crushing Fist."

Two simple, unassuming words.

Qin Feng unleashed his punch.

Boom—!!!

One large and one small, two fists of utterly disproportionate scale collided violently in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still at that very moment.

Then followed a bone-chilling sound of splintering cartilage.

Snap!

The scene the myriad races had envisioned—Qin Feng being pulverized into a bloody pulp—never came to pass.

On the contrary.

The fifty-meter-tall Blood Crocodile Venerable let out a shrill, agonizing shriek.

Its right claw, along with its entire right arm, had been shattered into fragments by Qin Feng’s blow!

Its massive frame was sent flying backward like a ball struck by a locomotive, crashing heavily into the mountain of bones behind it.

"This... this is impossible!"

The Blood Crocodile Venerable struggled to rise, the arrogance in its eyes instantly replaced by terror.

"I possess a Venerable-level demonic physique! My scales have been tempered in blood for ten thousand years! How could you possibly shatter my bones with mere flesh and blood?!"

Qin Feng retracted his fist and blew on it lightly.

"Venerable-level?"

He walked toward the crocodile step by step, leaving a deep footprint with every stride.

"I was that level tens of thousands of years ago."

The Blood Crocodile Venerable felt the threat of death.

Holding nothing back, it opened its gaping maw.

"Innate Divine Ability: Death Roll! Blood River Devour!"

A dense, crimson river erupted from its throat, manifesting as countless blood-red chains attempting to bind Qin Feng. Simultaneously, its gargantuan body began to spin violently, charging at Qin Feng like a meat grinder.

"Flashy, but hollow."

Qin Feng let out a cold snort.

With a single stomp, his figure instantly appeared atop the Blood Crocodile Venerable’s head.

He reached out with both hands, gripping the edges of the creature's upper and lower jaws.

"Stop... right there!"

Qin Feng’s arm muscles bulged, veins standing out like coiled dragons.

He had actually used his own strength to forcibly halt a rampaging behemoth thousands of times his size!

Screech—

Qin Feng’s heels plowed two deep trenches into the earth, sending sparks flying.

But after sliding a hundred meters.

The Blood Crocodile Venerable stopped.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Whether in the livestream or among the surviving minor demons on site, all stared in stunned disbelief. A human had stopped a rampaging prehistoric monster with his bare hands.

The visual impact was staggering, as if a Titan from myth had descended.

The Blood Crocodile Venerable was truly terrified now.

Its mouth was pried wide open by Qin Feng’s hands, unable to close, and it could only emit a whimpering whine from its throat.

The strength it took such pride in was, before this human, like an infant facing a grown man.

"Weren't you screaming quite happily just a moment ago?"

Qin Feng stood on the crocodile’s snout, his gaze cold as a blade.

"You said you wanted to turn me into a snack?"

"Pity, I don't eat wild animals; I'm afraid of parasites."

Qin Feng’s arms began to exert force.

"Open."

Crack... crack...

A hair-raising sound echoed through the air.

It was the sound of muscles tearing and bones being forcibly wrenched apart.

The corners of the Blood Crocodile Venerable’s mouth began to rip, blood gushing out like a waterfall, staining Qin Feng’s black robes.

The excruciating pain sent the crocodile into a frantic struggle, its tail lashing the ground and triggering a magnitude-ten earthquake.

But Qin Feng’s feet remained rooted, unmoving.

"No... spare me... I am willing to submit! I will be your mount!"

The Blood Crocodile Venerable’s soul emitted a plea for mercy.

The dignity of a Venerable? It was worthless in the face of death.

"A mount?"

Qin Feng sneered.

"You're too ugly; you'd ruin the scenery."

As the words fell.

Qin Feng let out a thunderous roar.

"Die!!!"

Riiip—!!!

A sound like tearing silk echoed across the entire God-Chosen Battlefield.

Under the gaze of hundreds of billions of eyes across the universe.

Qin Feng’s hands pulled sharply outward.

That Blood Crocodile Venerable, with its Venerable-level defenses and reputation for immortality, was actually...

Torn apart from its mouth all the way to its tail!

Severed in two!

A rain of blood cascaded from the heavens.

The two halves of the colossal corpse collapsed with a thunderous crash, spilling viscera across the earth.

An "inner core," radiating a rich, crimson glow, rolled to a stop at Qin Feng’s feet.

Qin Feng stood amidst the sanguine downpour, drenched in gore.

His smile was more ferocious than a demon’s, yet more majestic than a god’s.

"Next."

The chat feed was silent.

For ten long seconds, not a single message appeared on the All-Race channel.

Everyone was paralyzed by this pure, unadulterated aesthetic of violence.

This was not a triumph of combat technique; it was the crushing superiority of a higher life form.

Tearing a Venerable apart with bare hands.

This phrase was destined to haunt the nightmares of all races for the next ten thousand years.

Qin Feng stooped to retrieve the Demon Emperor’s core, then casually swept the two halves of the carcass into his storage space.

At that moment, the system’s settlement notification finally chimed, its tone seemingly trembling.

[Congratulations to the Human Chosen One, Qin Feng, for completing the "Extract the Fangs" mission.]

[Kill Rating: SSS (Extreme Violence).]

[Rewards Granted:]

Resources: Ancient Demon True Blood x 100 tons (suitable for body tempering).

Special Blueprint: [Martial Arts Hall] (capable of refining Ancient Demon True Blood into universal human tempering serum).

National Destiny Feedback (Core Reward):

[Human Gene Lock: First Stage Unlocked]: The physical potential ceiling for all humanity is raised. The "Frailty" tag is removed. Total strength +20%, bone density +20%.

[Hunter’s Instinct]: Humans automatically gain "Weakness Insight" when facing beasts or demon-kind. Fear response reduced by 50%.

As a golden pillar of light erupted into the sky, humanity in the physical universe welcomed a true "physical awakening."

Blue Star, Third Basic Martial Arts High School, the playground.

"Lin Xiao, put some effort into it! Are you trying to tickle the wooden post?"

The instructor’s harsh reprimand echoed in his ears. Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, sweat streaming down his face as he struck the alloy training post.

His knuckles were swollen, his arms ached, and his lungs burned like fire.

"I can't do it... I’m just naturally weak..." Lin Xiao thought in despair.

In this era, a weak constitution meant no future.

Just then.

On the screen, the image of Qin Feng tearing the Blood Crocodile apart flashed by.

Immediately after, an indescribable surge of heat rose from the base of Lin Xiao’s spine, instantly coursing through his entire body.

It was the feedback from the [Gene Lock Unlocked].

He felt as if shackles within him had shattered. His previously leaden arms suddenly felt light, and the stagnant blood in his veins surged like a rushing river.

"Hah!"

Lin Xiao threw a punch by instinct.

No fancy footwork, just the most basic straight punch.

Bang—Crack!

The alloy post, designed to withstand the full-force strike of a junior martial artist, snapped clean in half from that single blow!

At the break, the metal was twisted and deformed.

The playground fell into instant silence.

The instructor’s mouth hung agape, his whistle clattering to the ground.

Lin Xiao stared blankly at his own fist; there were no wounds, only a faint red vapor rising from his skin.

He looked up at the sky, the cowardice in his eyes replaced by a light known as "savagery."

"I... have I become stronger?"

Wilderness Zone, Hunting Station No. 72.

The rain poured down in sheets.

Old Zhao and his three teammates huddled back-to-back at the mouth of a rocky cave.

Outside, dozens of glowing green eyes stared back—a pack of mutated "Iron-Back Wolves."

"Captain, we’re out of ammo." A teammate’s voice was choked with tears.

"Damn it... how are these beasts so clever today? They’re flanking us?"

Old Zhao gripped his heavy saber, his palms slick with sweat. "I’ll charge out to draw them away; you guys run."

Just as the wolf pack launched their final assault, pouncing forward.

The Chosen Battlefield’s feedback arrived.

[Hunter’s Instinct] activated.

In that moment, the world in Old Zhao’s eyes shifted.

The once lightning-fast wolves seemed to move in slow motion.

More miraculously, a red dot appeared on each wolf—their fatal weak points: the lumbar cartilage, three inches below the throat, the left eye.

The instinctive terror of facing predators vanished into thin air.

In its place was the cold, calculated demeanor of an apex predator.

"To hell with fear!"

Old Zhao roared, and instead of running, he charged headlong into the pack.

Swish!

The blade flashed.

It struck precisely three inches below the lead wolf’s throat, the thinnest point of its armor.

One strike, one kill.

Following that, Old Zhao side-stepped, slid, and slashed. Every movement felt practiced a thousand times over—precise, lethal, and devoid of hesitation.

Three minutes later.

The ground before the cave was littered with wolf carcasses.

Old Zhao stood amidst the downpour, his chest heaving with ragged, labored breaths.

He gazed at the blade clutched in his hand, then down at the fallen wolf king, and suddenly erupted into a wild, unrestrained laugh.

"Hahahaha! So, in the end, you were nothing more than this!"

"From this day forth, the roles of hunter and prey are reversed!"

His team members looked upon their captain with reverence, as if beholding a god of war.

Yet, they remained unaware that this profound transformation was unfolding within every human across the vast expanse of the cosmos.

Humanity, once relegated to the status of "two-legged livestock" on the menus of a thousand races, had finally bared its fangs.

(End of Chapter)