"Do you know how we do it in Country A? To cultivate our fighters, we simply inject them with genetic drugs. If we succeed, they become our fighters. If we fail, we'll dump them into the bin. Cultivating a martial artist like you requires decades, But the genetically engineered elites? I only need about ten days. Just that alone; how are you going to fight against us?"

Linus' disdain was obvious. He looked down on the Xaviers of Wolsing, especially the primitive techniques used in Country H. In his understanding, Country A's genetic technology was invincible.

"Well, if I knew you were doing so bad here, I would have prepared dozens of bodyguards for you. They can guard you while you're alive and dead!" Linus cackled in madness and arrogance.

All the people he brought over had a meaningful smile on their faces.

Meanwhile, the martial artist elites that the Xaviers of Wolsing had cultivated looked at them angrily.

It was apparent that Linus' words not only humiliated the Xaviers of