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“This is exactly what I need.” Scott smiled slightly, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He had locked onto his target—the physically strong and exceptionally resilient boxer. This man didn't seem afraid of pain; on the contrary, he fought with increasing ferocity, displaying an innate tenacity. His strength and reaction speed were also extraordinary, far beyond what ordinary trainees could match.

The match finally ended, with the powerful boxer winning by a landslide. Standing on the ring, panting heavily, he glanced at the surrounding audience, seemingly basking in the glory of victory. However, his gaze fell on Scott, his eyes hardening as if he had noticed the stranger's presence.

Scott ignored him and quietly walked towards the staff at the sidelines. He knew very well that this underground boxing ring was not as simple as it seemed. The people here possessed extraordinary endurance and strength, and these were exactly what he needed.

Soon after, Scott was introduced by a staff member and led to a dimly lit small room. The room contained only a simple table and a few chairs, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol. The boxer who had just won the match sat to one side, his body covered in sweat, but his face still radiating victorious arrogance. His large muscles appeared exceptionally prominent under the light, giving him an imposing presence.

"What do you want from me?" the boxer asked coldly, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Scott smiled slightly, sat down, and scrutinized the person in front of him. "I noticed your performance; it was indeed extraordinary." His voice was deep and magnetic, seemingly possessing an irresistible power. "You displayed amazing strength and unwavering will in this competition. I think you are an ideal candidate."

The boxer's eyes hardened. He touched his chin and chuckled, "What are you talking about? You want to buy me?"

Scott didn't answer, but continued to stare at him. "I'm not here to buy you, I'm here to offer you an opportunity, an opportunity to become stronger, far beyond your current limits." Scott's words were full of temptation, "I can give you power that others can never imagine."

The boxer frowned slightly, clearly not believing Scott's story. "Tell me, what kind of opportunity is it?"

“A potion.” Scott’s voice grew deeper. “I can provide a special potion that can alter your body structure, enhance your physical strength and recovery abilities, and even grant you superhuman strength.”

"A potion?" The boxer laughed. "Are you kidding me? What kind of potion can make someone stronger? I've been boxing for so many years and I've never seen a potion that can make me stronger." He was clearly not buying it and thought that Scott was just bragging.

Scott didn't rush to refute, but instead took out a glass bottle from his bag containing a dark blue liquid. The bottle's label listed complex chemical components and numbers. "This is my latest drug development. It can directly act on the human genome, rapidly enhancing your strength, stamina, and recovery abilities. This isn't an ordinary drug; it's a precisely formulated blend developed through numerous trials. Once you take it, you will gain unprecedented power."

The boxer stared at the vial of potion, his expression turning complicated. "If you give me this, how much power will I gain? Will that power be enough to defeat anyone?"

“Of course.” Scott nodded, a sharp glint in his eyes. “Not only that, the effects of the potion far exceed your imagination. It can restore your stamina and enhance your combat power in a short time, even to a level that ordinary people cannot reach. You will become an invincible being.”

The boxer seemed lost in thought, clearly deeply interested in the potion. He stroked his chin, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

“However,” Scott continued, “the potion doesn’t come without a price. After taking it, your body will undergo drastic changes, and you may experience extreme pain. But if you can endure it, you will gain unimaginable power.”

The boxer gritted his teeth, stared at the vial of potion, and took a deep breath. He knew his physical strength and abilities had reached a bottleneck, and this potion might be his only chance to break through his limits. A strong desire gleamed in his eyes, and he finally nodded.

“Fine, give me the potion,” he said coldly, his eyes filled with determination.

Scott smiled slightly, took a syringe from his bag, injected some liquid into the vial, and then picked up the syringe, preparing to inject the boxer. Throughout the process, his movements were skillful and calm, as if it were just a routine job.

“You’ll find that after you take this drug, your body will have superhuman strength,” Scott said in a low voice, as the syringe was slowly inserted into the boxer’s skin.

A sharp, stinging pain immediately spread throughout the boxer's body. His face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back a step, as if about to fall to the ground. After the drug entered his body, the boxer's muscles began to swell violently, and red spots appeared on his skin, as if he were undergoing some kind of extreme change.

"It hurts...it hurts..." the boxer groaned softly, his whole body convulsing as if he were enduring immense pain.

Scott observed all this quietly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He knew that while the transformation process for mutants was painful, it was also a sign that the drug was working. As time passed, the boxer's body began to calm down, his muscles gradually returned to normal, and the pain in his eyes was slowly replaced by an unprecedented power.

“Okay, accept it,” Scott said calmly.

The boxer steadied himself, took a deep breath, and felt the changes within his body. Every breath of air seemed to be perceptible to him; his strength, speed, and even his senses became exceptionally sharp. All his sensations became intense and real, as if his body had suddenly become an omnipotent machine. "I... I've really become stronger," the boxer murmured, his eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction. "I feel... endless power."

Scott nodded in satisfaction. "This is the power you deserve. From now on, you will be the key to my plan."

Shortly after.

Boxer Alan stood at the edge of the gleaming boxing ring, the air thick with tension. The lights shone on his sweat-soaked muscles, making him appear like an unbreakable rock. His opponent was a strong, experienced boxer, seemingly no pushover. However, Alan's current state was completely different from his past self.

The changes brought about by that potion weren't just a surge in strength; it made every muscle in his body feel like it was made of steel. He could feel a power he'd never experienced before, and with each deep breath, his body trembled slightly. Those steel-like limbs filled him with confidence in his strength; he knew he was no longer the Alan he once was.

"Tonight, we're going to give them a surprise," Alan said in a low voice, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Before the match began, the atmosphere in the arena was incredibly tense. The crowd in the stands cheered and shouted, while the boxers warmed up at the referee's command. Alan's opponent stood on the other side, his face serious, clearly very confident about the match. His height and weight were similar to Alan's, and he seemed unremarkable, but Alan felt no pressure whatsoever. At this moment, only the desire for victory remained in his eyes.

The referee waved to signal the start of the match, and the atmosphere instantly became more tense. Alan quickly got into the zone, closing in on his opponent in an instant. His footwork was light and fast, his movements as agile as a cheetah. His opponent was clearly bewildered by Alan's speed, attempting to throw a punch to meet it, only to find that Alan's movements always effortlessly evaded him, as if he could anticipate every attack.

The opponent was clearly becoming uneasy, his punches growing increasingly frantic, and the accuracy of his attacks gradually decreasing. Alan, on the other hand, was like a machine completely unrestrained; his reaction speed, power, and even the precision of each punch reached unimaginable levels. The opponent's attacks merely struck Alan's steel-like body with dull thuds, causing almost no harm.

"What did you do?" the opponent shouted, his face filled with surprise and anger. His fists were becoming heavy, a clear sign of exhaustion. Alan's counterattacks were extremely precise and powerful. Each punch seemed to tear through the air, striking the opponent's defense with boundless force.

At the end of the first round, Alan was virtually unharmed, while his opponent was panting from exhaustion and showing obvious signs of injury. At the start of the second round, Alan clearly controlled the pace of the fight. He didn't rush into attacks, but instead used his steely body to steadily withstand all of his opponent's attacks. Each of his opponent's attacks only forced Alan to take a few steps back, while his counterattacks were so powerful that they sent his opponent staggering backward.

The pace of the match gradually spiraled out of control, with the audience's attention completely focused on Alan, astonished by his extraordinary performance. Every punch he threw carried absolute power, and his opponent could be seen struggling to breathe, looking utterly disheveled. Yet Alan remained calm, as if he wasn't competing, but rather reveling in the exhilarating sensation of extreme power.

Finally, in the final round, Alan decided to give himself a complete breakthrough. He suddenly accelerated, closing the distance almost before his opponent could react, and unleashed a powerful punch. The punch was delivered without restraint, carrying immense force as it struck his opponent's chest. His opponent had no chance to dodge; the blow sent him flying out of the ring and crashing heavily to the ground. A hush fell over the arena. The referee quickly approached the fallen boxer and began the countdown.

Alan stood in the center of the boxing ring, calmly watching his fallen opponent, his steely muscles twitching slightly. The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers; clearly, no one had anticipated this. His opponent finally rose a few seconds later, staggering towards the referee, clearly unable to continue the match.

"This is impossible!" the opponent muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and anger. "What have you done?!"

Alan didn't answer, only giving him a cold glance before turning and leaving the boxing ring. As he stepped off the ring, the crowd swarmed around him, patting him on the shoulder and praising his exceptional performance that evening. However, Alan felt unusually calm; he felt little joy, simply walking silently towards the locker room, preparing to leave.

As Alan walked into the locker room, the memory of that punch still echoed in his mind; the feeling of its power was still vivid. He raised his hand, looking at his solid fist, feeling the immense strength emanating from his muscles. It felt as if the entire world was under his control. And the effects of the drug were far more powerful than he had imagined. Alan's eyes gradually turned cold, and a new impulse began to rise within him: to constantly push his limits and surpass all his previous boundaries.

He stood in front of the mirror for a while, his gaze deep, his face devoid of any smile, only displaying an unusually firm resolve. Tonight's match was just the beginning; in every match to come, he would prove himself, prove that the power he possessed was so immense, so invincible.

"This is just the beginning for me," Alan muttered to himself, a slight, cold smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, outside the boxing ring, Scott was secretly observing everything. He had already witnessed the immense potential Alan was displaying through watching the match. Although Alan was far from fully mastering all the changes brought about by the drug, he had already demonstrated astonishing power, which was exactly what Scott had hoped for.

“The result of this match exceeded my expectations,” Scott murmured to himself, a calm glint in his eyes. “Alan, no matter what, you are my test subject, and the next steps will determine your future.”

Alan's body still lingered with post-match fatigue. Although the medication had restored all his strength in just a few hours, the soreness throughout his body felt like a memory etched into his bones. The locker room was empty, save for the slight airflow and the noise from the stands outside. Alan looked down at his fists, his knuckles slightly white, took a deep breath, and felt himself gradually calming down. However, Scott's threat remained a constant, nagging worry.

Just as he finished packing his gear and was about to leave, Scott appeared in the locker room doorway. He was wearing a dark suit, his expression cold and stern, his eyes sharp as if they could see right through everything. Standing there, he was like an undeniable shadow, instantly lowering the temperature in the entire room. (End of Chapter)