Tycoon War God-Chapter 600: Martial Alliance Headquarters Elder Liang!
"If you continue to use the Gene Potion, you will all die?"
This statement made the expression on every member of the Divine Machine Camp change.
Lin Mu said, "You’re probably thinking that I’m talking nonsense, or even spouting complete gibberish."
Pointing at Jiaolong, Lin Mu asked, "How long have you been injecting the serum?"
Jiaolong answered, "Four years!"
"And you?" Lin Mu turned to Ma Biao.
"Three and a half years!"
"What about you?" This time, Lin Mu looked at Leng Feng.
"I have not injected the serum!" Leng Feng stated loudly.
Lin Mu continued, "Do you know why I had you all sleep and eat when we began? Or why I chose Leng Feng over any of you?"
The crowd shook their heads. This was indeed what puzzled them the most.
"It’s because, aside from Leng Feng, every single one of you has been injected with the serum!"
Lin Mu explained, "Indeed, the serum can stimulate your potential in a short amount of time. But at the same time, it consumes that potential, completely hollowing out your bodies."
The soldiers’ expressions changed slightly.
"This is especially true for Jiaolong and the others who have been injecting the serum the longest. Although you are powerful now, your potential has already been exhausted. Continuing to use the serum will be of little use."
Lin Mu said calmly, "The serum is no longer a miraculous medicine to make you stronger, but a poison that will kill you!"
"Impossible!" Kong Ying couldn’t help but protest. "The serum is a Gene Potion developed through rigorous scientific testing. It’s completely harmless to the human body."
Although the others remained silent, they clearly thought the same.
"Completely harmless?" Lin Mu sneered, then suddenly strode forward and slapped a palm against Jiaolong’s abdomen.
Jiaolong cried out as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
But when the others saw the color of the blood, all their faces turned pale.
The blood was a dark, blackish-brown, and it was corrosive enough to melt the very soil on the ground.
"Every medicine in the world has some toxicity," Lin Mu said coldly. "While the beneficial effects are absorbed, the toxins remain in the body."
"Jiaolong, answer me honestly. Have you recently been feeling your stamina decrease and your body grow weak? Do you now find yourself struggling with a training intensity you used to handle easily?"
"I... Yes, that’s correct," Jiaolong admitted, sweat beading on his forehead.
This was his greatest secret. It was why he tried to avoid fighting as much as possible, afraid that someone would discover his strength was declining. If that happened, morale in the Divine Machine Camp would shatter, and he wouldn’t be able to keep control.
"And you, Ma Biao," Lin Mu said, turning to him. "You were born with powerful qi and blood. If you had a perfect training method to guide and control it, you wouldn’t be any weaker than Hong Lie."
Lin Mu’s words made the crowd gasp. Hong Lie was a Grandmaster of Form-Intention Fist! Did Ma Biao really have that kind of potential?
"But, it’s a pity," Lin Mu said, shaking his head. "Every one of you originally had the potential to become a Grandmaster, but because of the serum, that potential has been completely wasted."
The potential of a Grandmaster? Over a hundred of them? How in the world is that possible?
Not just the Divine Machine Camp, but even Kong Lin was shocked.
In all of Huaxia, a vast nation with a population of over a billion, how many Grandmasters were there? At most, there were just over one hundred. Yet here, in the Divine Machine Camp alone, there were over a hundred men who had the potential to become Grandmasters?
Who would believe such a claim?
But Lin Mu truly believed it. Anyone who could enter the Divine Machine Camp was a special forces soldier extremely close to the Soldier King level. Their talent and willpower far surpassed that of an ordinary person. Huaxia had a large population, but not to the exaggerated extent that Soldier Kings were commonplace. Moreover, every man here had been meticulously selected from hundreds of thousands, even millions, of candidates. To say they had the potential of a Grandmaster was no exaggeration.
"That is simply nonsense! Complete and utter drivel!"
Just then, a cold snort echoed through the grounds as a group of people arrived together. Leading them was a man in his early thirties. Behind him was an elder with an arrogant demeanor, who looked down on everyone as if they were beneath his notice.
This elder seemed ordinary, yet a powerful aura radiated from him. Though he hadn’t reached the level of a Grandmaster, he was close. It was he who had just spoken.
"Throughout the history of the Huaxia Martial Arts World, those with any hope of becoming a Grandmaster are one-in-a-million geniuses. And you’re telling me this Divine Machine Camp has over a hundred of them?" The elder scoffed, "Even your bragging should be somewhat based in reality!"
Lin Mu glanced at Kong Lin.
"Instructor Lin, this person is..."
Before Kong Lin could finish, the middle-aged man spoke with an indifferent tone. "So, you’re the instructor of the Divine Machine Camp?"
"Is there a problem?" Hearing the man’s unfriendly tone, Lin Mu’s reply was just as brusque.
"Zou Ju was a member of my United Front Department," the man said, his voice chilling. "Did you kill her?"
The United Front Department was a special division that, at times, wielded immense power.
"Her death was well-deserved. Why? Do you want to avenge her?" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow, meeting the man’s gaze without a trace of fear.
"Such audacity!" the man raged. "You killed a member of my United Front Department and you dare to be so self-righteous? Do you really think no one can put you in your place?"
"Are all of you in the United Front Department this foolish?" Lin Mu retorted. "I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t have the strength to back up my words."
His response stunned everyone. Such arrogance.
"Whether you have the strength or not, we’ll know after a test," the elder suddenly sneered and rushed toward Lin Mu.
His speed was incredible, his attack as swift as lightning and as powerful as thunder, nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.
BANG!
In the next instant, a figure was sent staggering backward.
It was the elder. A trace of surprise showed on his face.
"You do have some skill. No wonder even Qiu Yi was no match for you." Although the elder was not a Grandmaster, he spoke of them with a casual air, suggesting he had a powerful background. "However, if this is all the strength you have, you are no match for that person."
The elder sneered again. "Take another one of my strikes!"
A much more powerful aura erupted from his body, one so formidable that it was nearly on par with a Grandmaster’s.
A secret method? Lin Mu raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. But he immediately shook his head. This was less of a secret technique and more of a crude method to forcibly boost one’s strength. It was hardly an elegant technique.
However, Lin Mu’s patience wore thin after being attacked twice in a row. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying shockwave instantly erupted.
The elder’s expression changed drastically. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as his entire body was sent flying.
"Elder Liang!" The man’s face paled, and he rushed to support the fallen elder.
"You! You have some nerve, injuring Elder Liang! Aren’t you afraid the Martial Alliance will come looking for you?"
