Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 11: Not Only Ranking, But Also Life and Death!

"What's so impressive about him? Once I reach grandmaster level, I'll definitely surpass that guy!"

In a dim corner of the feast, a sharp-featured man with a hooked nose observed everything with burning envy.

He might have mastered impressive internal energy skills,

yet in front of any martial arts grandmaster, he amounted to nothing more than a mere insect.

Right then,

tension gripped his frame, chills racing across his flesh.

It happened because Lu Yuan, occupying the seat of honor, casually cast a look his way.

"Boom!"

In the instant that followed,

Lu Yuan rose abruptly to his feet,

unleashing a wild killing intent that pierced the heavens.

The sheer force made everyone at the gathering tremble in terror.

Astonishingly, this hooked-nose individual was the top fighter from Lu Yuan's previous existence!

True, in this life, Lu Yuan viewed him as a bug he could squash effortlessly,

but it was exactly this bug who, before, had stolen his entire legacy,

leading to his parents' horrible demise and the total collapse of his clan!

With such a burning grudge, how could vengeance not be sought?

Only now did the attendees realize something terribly wrong was unfolding.

Lu Yuan advanced toward the hooked-nose man with icy eyes, taking deliberate steps.

Next, he cupped his hands and bowed deeply, like he was honoring a revered senior.

Witnessing Lu Yuan's posture, however, sent shivers through the hooked-nose man's body.

Terror brought tears streaming down his face right there.

Lu Yuan's gesture

was infamous across the martial world as an unbreakable challenge to the death, no holds barred!

Should anybody try to step in, they'd instantly turn into Lu Yuan's deadly foe!

"Please."

Lu Yuan positioned his arms at his sides, fixing a frosty stare on the top fighter, treating him like a corpse already.

"Grandmaster Lu, surely there's a mix-up here?"

The hooked-nose man collapsed to the floor, sobbing out of sheer fright.

He wasn't alone.

Lu Yuan's overwhelming intent to kill had the other visitors quaking, scarcely daring to draw breath.

"This guy links to the Red Lotus Sect."

Lu Yuan shot a look at the streaming camera and stated evenly.

Per the fate's outline,

the top fighter had covertly allied with Red Lotus Sect operatives, resulting in Lu Yuan turning into a test subject for gene trials, ultimately suffering a agonizing end.

At those words, every fighter there leaped to their feet in alarm.

Everyone knew

that as society advanced, diverse powers kept pressuring the martial domain, squeezing the warriors' room to exist.

Alongside biased smears from some groups,

bad stories about warriors kept emerging, slowly painting them as foes in the public eye.

Amid this turmoil, the Red Lotus Sect emerged.

They saw warriors as relics of a bygone age's curse, insisting tech alone could guide mankind's future.

Particularly as martial prowess waned,

the Red Lotus Sect's deeds grew bolder and more unhinged.

They'd run gene tests on warriors many times over and slain a handful of grandmasters too.

Several years back,

these insane fanatics seized a tactical bomber from an airbase, scheming to drop the 'Father of Bombs' on the Shaolin Temple!

That strike nearly reduced the whole temple to rubble.

Without a Shaolin master's mighty stand, the fallout would've been catastrophic.

Since that outrage,

the whole martial community branded the Red Lotus Sect their ultimate archenemy.

Discovery of ties to them meant facing assault from every warrior around!

Yet nobody foresaw

a Red Lotus Sect infiltrator crashing Lu Yuan's grandmaster celebration.

"End him; these crazies need to perish!"

"They murdered my teacher too; blood must answer for blood."

Warriors everywhere shot furious glares at the hooked-nose man, itching to rip him limb from limb.

"No, it's false! He's setting me up!"

The hooked-nose man screamed wildly, though nobody spared him a thought.

As Lu Yuan closed in steadily, ready for the clash,

the desperate man yanked out a syringe and jammed it into his own throat.

"Fascinating, so this is the gene serum from the Red Lotus Sect?"

Lu Yuan halted, his gaze sharpening with peril, yet he held back from halting the injection right away.

For he desired to witness just how far the Red Lotus Sect's gene science had progressed.

The green fluid from the syringe surged through his veins in a flash.

Driven by the gene serum's effects,

the hooked-nose man's muscles ripped open, his DNA reshaped, while his channels and skeleton hardened remarkably.

He morphed into a feral monster, his presence exploding upward, even eclipsing Lu Yuan's!

The sight froze the other warriors in dread.

The transformations in the hooked-nose man revealed the Red Lotus Sect's gene tech had reached terrifying heights.

This meant

they could churn out gene-enhanced fighters in droves, assembling a full legion!

When that happened, what chance would they have to fight back?

"Roar!"

Having injected the gene serum,

the hooked-nose man bellowed and lunged directly at Lu Yuan.

Against the furious onslaught like a tempest,

Lu Yuan stayed utterly composed, his bearing casual.

"Swiftness, might, reflexes—all on par with a grandmaster's."

"Roughly speaking, one dose of gene serum boosts strength by no less than fivefold!"

"The main flaw is that the serum dulls the user's reason somewhat."

Lu Yuan watched closely, drawing swift insights.

One must admit,

the serum's boost propelled the hooked-nose man's prowess to new dangers, endangering even the frailer veteran grandmasters.

Still, against supreme power,

every bit of fight or defiance proved completely futile.

Once Lu Yuan completed his assessment, the hooked-nose man held no further use.

"Fist Intent: Wind and Thunder!"

He balled his fist tight; then his right arm shot forward like a blasting shell.

"Crack!"

With fierce gusts roaring and sparks dancing in the air,

the overwhelming, matchless punch force hammered down like a raging storm onto the hooked-nose man!

Beneath the crushing doom's pressure,

the now-rampaging hooked-nose man abruptly snapped back to brief awareness.

Desperation and panic flickered in his reddened gaze,

but before he could respond, the punch landed true.

His form flew off like a severed-line puppet, sailing tens of meters through the air,

and upon crashing down, he smeared into a bloody mess.

"A gene warrior rivaling a grandmaster, gone just like that...?"

"One punch to finish him off, not a hint of fighting back?"

The remaining warriors drew sharp, stunned breaths.

They recognized Lu Yuan's might,

but never imagined his strength delved to such abyssal depths.

Above all, through the whole confrontation,

Lu Yuan exuded serene poise, as though brushing off an annoying pest.

At this realization,

every warrior there regarded Lu Yuan with gazes brimming with dread and reverence.

Disciples from the Martial Extreme Daoist School hastened over to haul the remains aside, restoring order to the disorderly area.

The atmosphere reverted to normalcy.

Lu Yuan took his place again, and the feast resumed its course.

"Lu friend, you've stirred up serious problems."

The Wudang elder grandmaster warned gravely.

"Why would senior claim that?"

"The Red Lotus Sect never holds back; they once stole a warplane and launched missiles at the Shaolin Temple."

"Slaying one of theirs openly will definitely provoke their savage revenge."

As he spoke,

the elder still felt chills recalling it.

For

the projectile the Red Lotus Sect unleashed on Shaolin bore the fearsome title

'Father of Bombs'!

Humanity's most devastating conventional explosive ever.

Without Shaolin's deep-rooted legacy and guardian warriors,

no other storied martial school could've survived that mad barrage intact!