‘It’s over! This time I’m afraid even my underwear will be gone!’

Up on the second‑floor corridor, Liu Chuanwu watched Li Moyu below with a deathly pale face.

When he saw that eerie red gleam in Li Moyu’s eyes and realized he was a Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape Gene Fuser, Liu Chuanwu felt his vision go dark and his heart seize.

‘1,900 credits! That’s nineteen million yuan! If I have to pay that back at once, my kidneys are done for!’

Unlike Liu Chuanwu, the other school leaders all sighed in relief, smiles spreading across their faces.

Just now, when Lin Zichen one‑punched Ma Xiwei, they’d thought they were doomed to lose and let Liu Chuanwu make a killing.

Who knew a far more gifted Li Moyu would appear halfway and flip the board in an instant.

What can you say, the Li brothers of Kyoto are simply formidable.

Their talent on the path of Gene Fusion far outstrips their peers, leaving others eating dust.

“Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape gene, huh?”

Student Union President Zhou Xuehong looked at Li Moyu on the stage with some surprise.

He had always thought Li Moyu wasn’t simple.

With his elder brother being Kyoto University’s prodigy Li Yijin, the younger brother Li Moyu couldn’t be far behind.

But he had never imagined Li Moyu could fuse the Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape gene.

With only an Ordinary‑stage Biological Level, to withstand the backlash of that gene—his physique was truly strong, shockingly so.

Elder brother Li Yijin’s gift lay in fusing many Aberrant Beast genes in a short time, though all at the Ordinary stage.

The younger brother Li Moyu’s gift lay in fusing a beast gene of extremely high rank.

Two Gene Fusion talents—one in quantity, one in quality—strong in different directions.

The same in one respect: both were so powerful that most peers called “genius” would dim beside them, hardly able to compete.

‘The more monstrously gifted these two brothers are, the better. The more gifted they are, the greater my sense of achievement when I trample them underfoot in the future…’

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuehong smiled silently.

At the national collegiate league early this year, he lost to Li Yijin.

Early next year, on that very same arena, he would crush Li Yijin and take the title of number one among the nation’s university students.

He had absolute confidence he could do it.

* * *

Below the stage.

Best friends Shen Qinghan and Li Chuxin had somehow ended up together, chatting and laughing in the crowd.

When Li Moyu suddenly transformed into a muscle‑bound hulk on the stage, releasing the biological pressure of Ordinary Tier 6, Li Chuxin froze.

In real life, she had never seen a peer so powerful.

The strongest she had ever seen with her own eyes was her best friend’s childhood sweetheart—Lin Zichen.

But the appearance of Li Moyu shattered her understanding, showing her someone even stronger of the same age.

Especially since this peer sported a head of dyed yellow hair, looking like a punk, the contrast with his present power made it all the more striking.

“Hanhan, which province’s top student is this little yellow‑hair from, how is he this strong?”

Snapping back a moment later, Li Chuxin hooked her arm through Shen Qinghan’s and asked in open curiosity.

“Huh?”

Shen Qinghan was puzzled, “That ‘little yellow‑hair’ did the freshman‑representative self‑introduction before the trial started. You don’t know who he is?”

“I didn’t want to hear the school leaders’ empty speeches, so I kept my headphones on and looked down at my phone.”

“I see.”

“So which province’s top student is this little yellow‑hair dude from?”

“He’s Kyoto’s exam top scorer.”

“Kyoto’s top scorer?!”

Li Chuxin’s eyes went wide in shock.

This little yellow‑hair was Kyoto’s top scorer?

‘What the heck? Why would Kyoto’s top scorer skip the stronger, closer Kyoto University and travel all the way to Shan University instead?’

She couldn’t figure it out, but didn’t dwell on it and soon sighed, “Sigh, poor Zichen. That Kyoto top scorer should’ve been at Kyoto University, but he came to Shan University instead. Otherwise Zichen would be Shan’s Freshman King. What a pity.”

Shen Qinghan only smiled without comment, a flicker of excitement in her heart.

‘You don’t think much of Xiao Chen? Just wait. When he one‑punches that Kyoto top scorer, your jaw will hit the floor!’

* * *

Below the stage.

In a sparsely populated surveillance blind spot.

Lu Gang and Wang Shujie had their heads lowered, looking at their watches.

On the narrow watch screens, a new string of tiny text had appeared, crammed together densely enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

An ordinary person would need a magnifying glass to read it clearly.

But both of them had enhanced their eyesight over the summer. Even though the characters were the size of grains of sand, they could still read the contents.

“I just placed a High‑grade Demon Seed in the park outside the campus, same spot as before. You two remember to go get it and later find a chance to make Li Moyu swallow this High‑grade Demon Seed.”

After reading, both Lu Gang and Wang Shujie’s faces changed.

Lu Gang replied, “Li Moyu is the young master of Kyoto’s Li family. Making him swallow a Demon Seed—isn’t that risk way too big?”

In his view, as the Li family’s young master, even if Li Moyu swallowed the seed, he wouldn’t easily bow to the Organization. He’d most likely blow the matter up.

When that happened, the Li family would surely trace things back to them and take revenge.

A moment later came the reply, “The Organization’s background is far stronger than you imagine. The mere Li family of Kyoto is something we could erase with a finger.”

Lu Gang asked, “What exactly is the Organization’s background?”

Reply, “Ask less. Do more.”

Reading this, Lu Gang looked up at Wang Shujie and mouthed, “Do we do it?”

Wang Shujie mouthed back, “Do you think we still have a choice?”

“Or… we go to Principal Yuan. Maybe she can handle it.”

“She can, for sure. But whether we’re still alive afterward—that’s another question.”

“Besides, I don’t think joining the Organization is so bad. At least now we’re much stronger than before, with more potential.”

“Most importantly, I agree with the Organization’s creed: saving people can’t save the Earthlings.”

Lu Gang, “True.”

After a brief exchange of lip‑reading, the two finally decided to follow the Organization’s plan.

* * *

‘Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape gene?’

On the stage, Lin Zichen raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the Li Moyu before him.

He had heard the school leaders on the corridor and learned that the beast gene Li Moyu had fused was the Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape.

He had read about that Aberrant Beast in books when he was young.

A beast with maxed‑out strength and defense, but relatively slow speed.

As adults, their Biological Level averaged Advanced.

A small number of powerful individuals could reach Rare‑Tier.

All told, an extremely powerful and terrifying beast—one that could snack on Giant Aberrant Rats.

Though only at the Ordinary stage, Li Moyu had fused a gene whose adult peak could reach Rare‑Tier. That was truly against the heavens…

As he pondered, Lin Zichen carefully observed Li Moyu.

At this point Li Moyu had fully activated the Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape gene within him.

His physique had grown by a full fifty percent over pre‑activation.

All his muscles bulged high.

His proportions rivaled the Hulk.

His whole body brimmed with explosive power.

Lin Zichen also noticed this: although both only began activation after stepping onto the stage, Li Moyu’s activation speed was far faster than Ma Xiwei’s.

In almost the blink of an eye, he had fully activated the gene within, swiftly becoming a walking mountain of explosive strength, breaking through to the pressure of Ordinary Tier 6 and gaining power on par with that tier.

On this point alone, Li Moyu was much stronger than Ma Xiwei.

A Li Moyu who had fused the Demon‑Eyed Giant Ape gene was worth collecting data on.

“Lin Zichen.”

Li Moyu spoke.

Arms folded across his chest, his slightly‑over‑two‑meter frame looked down from on high as he said, “Ma Xiwei is strong, strong enough to be mentioned alongside me as one of Shan University’s twin prodigies. But in truth, the gap between us is heaven and earth. You can one‑punch her.

So can I and more easily than you. I wonder if you can still look as relaxed facing me as you did just now. I don’t think so. Because the one who’ll look relaxed next—will only be me, Li Mo—”

A slicing rush of air cut him off mid‑sentence.

Lin Zichen moved!

He had no interest in Li Moyu’s chatter. With a single lunge he threw a punch straight at that talkative mouth, using his fist to interrupt the spell of babble from the little yellow‑hair.

“Crap!”

Caught by the sudden attack, Li Moyu cursed on the spot and twisted aside, dodging the punch.

‘Good reactions—able to evade my punch while I hold my speed to Ordinary Tier 6…’

With that thought, Lin Zichen threw a second punch at Ordinary Tier 7 speed.

Li Moyu was still mid‑dodge from the first blow. Faced with a second punch that came with almost no pause, he couldn’t react in time.

Bang!

Lin Zichen’s fist smashed into Li Moyu’s face, warping it instantly and leaving a clear, red imprint.

He hadn’t used much force—no more than he’d used on Ma Xiwei earlier.

Thanks to that, Li Moyu didn’t go flying off the stage. He only staggered back two steps.

And his face didn’t swell, though pain had him clutching his cheek, teeth bared.

‘Strong defense—somewhere on the higher end of Ordinary Tier 6…’

Lin Zichen appraised him silently.

“Cheap shot—no martial virtue, huh.”

Rubbing his cheek, Li Moyu squinted at Lin Zichen.

Being socked like that stung his pride and left him angry.

But soon he grinned, “Now I’m on full alert. I doubt your fists will touch me again.”

Lin Zichen didn’t answer. He flickered in close and resumed punching at Li Moyu’s face, retesting his reaction speed.

This time, Li Moyu’s reactions were much faster.

At the same Ordinary Tier 7 speed, Lin Zichen threw fifty‑two punches in just ten seconds, but landed only nine, leaving bruising at the corner of Li Moyu’s mouth.

* * *

On the second‑floor corridor.

The school leaders watched the duel intently.

When they saw Lin Zichen’s five‑punches‑per‑second speed, surprise showed on every face.

“His speed is outrageous—looks even faster than Ma Xiwei with the Shadow Nightcat. Who knows how he trained it.”

“It’s fast, but unfortunately it hasn’t done much to Li Moyu. The outcome is already decided.”

“Indeed. Li Moyu isn’t as fast, but he’s thick‑skinned with tremendous defense. He can keep tanking punches. If Lin Zichen takes even one of Li Moyu’s fists, he’ll probably drop on the spot.”

“Exactly, their margin for error isn’t on the same level. Looks like this year’s Freshman King is Li Moyu.”

After their analysis, the leaders all felt the match was effectively over and that Li Moyu would be crowned Freshman King.

Ma Zhenhe immediately looked to Liu Chuanwu beside him with a smirk, “Dean Liu, this time you’re going to lose even your underwear.”

Liu Chuanwu ignored him, brow locked in a tight frown, hoping Lin Zichen would be smart enough not to go head‑to‑head with Li Moyu next, but instead play the long game and wear him down.

Only that way might Lin Zichen have a sliver of a chance.