Morales already guessed it, but still, seeing the notification from the system left him in a mood of ecstasy.

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Gene evolution detected:

Under the influence of a situation of life and death, your desperation and unyielding spirit have enabled you to break your limits. Your gene structure has been remolded and you have evolved to a higher realm as a super.

You have broken the shackles of your bloodline:

Hidden bloodline activated: Space Neonate!

STR +10, END +5, DEX +15, CHA +2

You have gained 10 free attribute points.

You have acquired new skills:

[Space bomb- contraction]

[Space bomb- detonation]

[Space vision]

You have acquired a new passive ability:

[Eye of the Neonate- Encompassing space vision]

You can now see by feeling your surrounding space. Your perception is now countless times higher and no one can ambush you without you knowing.

[Remark: You are the lord of the skies.]

You obtained a race specialty: Space manipulation.

The space is where you belong, it is your home. While others marvel at the sky in awe, you swim in it.

10,000 experience has been automatically withdrawn.

[You now have some strength and real abilities to your name. You have taken the first step in the journey of becoming a Space Lord.]

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As soon as the notification flashes ended, Morales trembled in excitement. He could feel his originally depleting vitality soaring up at a rapid pace, he felt like he was the world.

He started regaining feelings in his sour and numb muscles. He felt, good!

He raised his right hand and unclenched his fists at the air, prompting something like a revolving vortex to quickly appear at its top. His face lit up to form a dirty grin.

Due to the initial eruption of the space energy, all the opponents that ganged up on him were thrown away.

Now they all sat all the floor, clueless, gawking at him as his energy presence gradually soared under their very eyes. They rubbed their eyes repeatedly but the shocking dream just didn’t want to end.

“What just happened?” One of them questioned listlessly.

Nobody answered him though, his fellow gang attackers were as clueless and shocked as he was. The black-haired girl was also stunned in place, a hidden sparkle twinkled in her eyes.

Morales smiled. He raised his hands to support his head before slightly bending it. It made ominous cracking sounds as he turned it to the left, then the right.

“Let’s do this again; Round 2!” He muttered loudly while gripping his iron rod tighter.

Seeing no reaction from the 6 Pugilists, he didn’t mind, he rushed at them with no hesitation in his movements.

They finally scrambled hastily to retrieve their rods, but it was too late to react appropriately. They had all the time in the world but they couldn’t utilize it, no one was to blame.

Ponk!!

A sound of metal hitting hard flesh reverberated all of a sudden as the 5 other Pugilists were jolted in a shock, hastily beating a retreat.

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Critical hit -220

-65

You hit your target with an iron rod on the head: A brain concussion has been induced on your opponent.

Your opponent’s skull has received a big crack. Your opponent is suffering from internal bleeding. -1% health for 10 seconds.

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The iron rod hit the Pugilist squarely on the back of his head, a completely vicious place to hit with such outrageous strength. Due to the current strength difference, the poor fellow had no chance at all.

The iron rod that he already picked up fell back from his hand. He staggered like a drunkard; his eyes rolled disorderly like a rotating pendulum bulb without someone to stop it.

Subsequent damage wreaked havoc in his broken skull.

Morales intended to hit again to end this fellow once and for all but the others rushed forward in a panic to reinforce him.

Seeing this, his eyes gleamed sharply. “It seems that these 6 guys really have a special relationship before now. No wonder they fought so cohesively, but I’ll still trash you guys”.

Morales hardly cared as he just rained down his overflowing power at the 5 opponents before him. These were the perfect test subjects to test his current strength, he loved these kinds of people the most.

Bam! Bam!

His iron rod kept swinging left and right, smacking here and there as the 5 Pugilists suffered the full brunt of this rod of destruction.

Just because of a bloodline awakening, the 5 Pugilists no longer had a chance against him. In just a minute, dozens of injuries were inflicted on them all without any resistance offered.

Though he didn’t use anyone of his new race skills due to his unfamiliarity with them, the increase in base attributes alone made him lord over them.

“Please bro, we did wrong. How about we target the other guys, those are easier targets? Like that, everybody will win”. The leader of the group, the level 25 Pugilist suggested.

Morales snorted nonchalantly. “You really take me as a fool, right?”

His rod smacked down at him in annoyance, the slippery bastard luckily slipped away and dodged. This did not mean anything though; they were still being trashed.

The black-haired girl and the other 2 Pugilists who were battling previously were reduced to spectators, they watched the ongoing battle with mouths wide open like cannon muzzles.

The level 25 Pugilist suddenly rushed at Morales while shouting like he was going to sacrifice himself. At the last moment, he ducked, rolled to the side, and ran away immediately.

“Run!” He yelled at his companions.

They didn’t even need his reminder. As soon as they saw him rush forward, they understood. They separated and ran in various directions immediately.

Morales was not letting this be. His hands suddenly extended to the side, propelling the sharp tip of his iron rod forward as it stabbed into one of the escaping Pugilist’s back without resistance.

He flicked his hand left and right as the enormous applied force made the iron rod tore open his opponent’s abdomen, exposing his gastric juices and organs.

Before the Pugilist could fall dead, he retrieved the iron rod and casually hit it to the side. Coincidentally, it fell down on the other Pugilist’s head. His barely working head was directly squashed to a bloody pulp.

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You have killed a participant of the recruitment tournament, gaining 4000 experience.

You have killed a participant of the recruitment tournament, gaining 4200 experience.

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This was his revenge. Only 10 people were needed, but who cared. He killed 2 of these bastards to teach the others a lesson, now only 9 survived.

It was at this moment that a voice suddenly echoed out from above.

“The group C battle has ended; all participants should stop fighting immediately or you will face the consequences”.

No one reacted though, Morales already stopped fighting. The black-haired girl and the other 2 Pugilists were still gawking at him in disbelief, while the others were still running away horrified.

“Stop whatever you’re doing and wait at your current locations, your various team buses will come shortly to pick you up”. The voice finally died back down.

…

In the periphery zone of the district where group C engaged in the recruitment battle, a figure covered in sweat ran with all his might as his eyes remained trained on the black line at the front.

At various intervals, he would look back with fear evident in his eyes. He sometimes even falls down as he ran due to fear, but he would still pick himself back up and continue forward.

This sweaty figure was the incompetent teammate that Morales advised to leave to protect his life and not die meaninglessly.

As he ran, the thought of what transpired a few minutes ago could not leave his mind at all. He knew that Morales was right, but he still felt resentment at being looked down on.

Nobody liked being dismissed. He secretly vowed that he would show these people what he had when he finally became powerful enough.

How he would become powerful, he didn’t know.

Though these were his ambitions, thinking of the scene where the sharp iron rod brushed past his face by only a few meters difference protecting him from death, he tripped again.

He quickly forgot his lofty ambitions and continued running for dear life. “F*ck being a Pugilist, I’m satisfied with being a chef”.

On getting to the black line, he heaved a sigh of relief. As his legs were about to cross it, the announcement was given. He quickly drifted to a stop; his legs hanging in the air in disbelief.

“Did I just…, pass the tournament?”

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Back in the Pugilist dojo, the atmosphere was completely riled up as the spectators discussed the tournament battles excitedly.

Of the 3 groups that fought for admission, the first 2 groups already ended theirs about 2 minutes ago, group C lasted the longest. And to them, it was also the most exciting.

“Did that black-haired boy breakthrough? Oh my God, he is so cool…!” A spectator exclaimed excitedly.

“I told you they are couples, see. The way the black-haired boy protected the girl, that is the perfect moment ever”. Another female spectator jumped excitedly.

“Umm…, you said they looked like couples, not that they are couples if I remember correctly”. A boy at her side doused her excitement.

“Go away, you have ear problems”. She quickly retorted and continued jumping.

Scenes like these were all over the dojo as people discussed the just concluded tournament excitedly. This was probably one of the most intense and exciting battles of the tournament since the Border town dojo was established.

What a day! They were all satisfied, their ticket money was not spent in vain.