"Yulan, that's your son, isn't it?"
In the supermarket, Zhang Yulan watched a video of Ji Zhixing fighting on a colleague's phone, her expression shifting.
On the screen, that familiar figure darted and wheeled across the arena, his staff flashing like a dragon.
When she saw her son grow to two meters seventy and sweep three arena defenders away with a single strike, Zhang Yulan unconsciously held her breath.
She had never imagined her son possessed such strength, or that he would display such an overpowering side of himself before so many watching eyes.
She scrolled down to the comments beneath the video and read them one by one.
"Is this really a cultivator who fused with a first-order gene? His combat strength is ridiculous!"
"Three First-Order Two-Star Staff Techniques, plus Gigantification. That lineup is better than what plenty of cultivators with second-order genes have.
"Anyone who fused with a trash second-order gene would probably blush watching this."
"His name is Ji Zhixing. He's from our Rain City No. 3 High School, and he fused with the Three-Inch Stone Monkey Gene."
"Rain City No. 3 High School? Since when did Third Middle School have someone like this? And what do you mean, he fused with the Three-Inch Stone Monkey Gene? You're kidding, right? If that's the Three-Inch Stone Monkey Gene, I'll eat my phone on the spot!"
As she read through the comments, almost everyone was praising Ji Zhixing's strength, saying his Staff Technique was fierce and his talent astonishing.
Others said that, with strength like this, the gene he had fused with could hardly be first-order.
"Yulan, is your son really about to evolve his gene?"
Sister Li leaned closer, her face full of envy and her eyes shining with amazement. "If it really evolves, your family will have