It was completely different. Yang Bo now truly understood that a Genetic Evolver was fundamentally distinct from ordinary residents.
"To hell with Ancient Martial Arts and Genetic Potions. In front of me, they're nothing but trash.
"Fighting is all about speed, ruthlessness, and precision. Once my speed reaches a point where technological weapons can't even lock on, I'll be invincible.
"Then again, it seems my Invisibility already gives me that edge."
Having lived a thoroughly repressed past life, Yang Bo was utterly desperate for strength in this one. He squeezed his fists. He wasn't entirely sure just how much Power he possessed now, but the fact that he could mold a solid Metal ornament like dough meant it certainly wasn't ordinary.
More importantly, it wasn't just about his Power. His skin, muscles, and bones felt absolutely no discomfort when molding the Metal. It felt exactly like playing with clay.
