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Jack Clark also let out a breath, slowly calming his surging Qi Blood, and looked at Sawyer Levin a few metres away, smiling, “You’re not too shabby either, Levin.”

At this moment, the elevator door in the distance opened, and several students emerged.

Even though it was a Saturday, many students still chose to come to school to cultivate, working hard to catch up with the geniuses who had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Seeing that people had arrived, Jack Clark and Sawyer Levin both lost their interest in continuing their sparring session.

The two of them now had a rough understanding of each other’s strength. Overall, their powers seemed to be on par, but Levin knew he had actually lost.

He had reached Foundation Establishment four days earlier than Jack, had spent more time cultivating True Martial, and had slightly better initial talent. Yet, he had just exchanged more than ten moves with Jack and there was no clear winner.

This result made Levin somewhat silent.

He went quietly to the obstacle-filled Cultivation Area and began to cultivate his leg technique even harder.

Meanwhile, Jack stood in his original spot, reflecting on the gains from their sparring, while he circulated the Qi blood in his arms to gradually reduce the swelling.

Speaking of power comparison, blocking a leg with an arm is inherently at a disadvantage. If his skin hadn’t become as tough as cow skin, he would have had more than just a bit of swelling after having to endure over ten kicks.

However, Levin was not having an easy time either, as evident from the fact that he couldn’t even lift his arm now.

Not only them, he too had made progress during this period.

His current physique attribute was at 27 points, but his strength attribute had already reached 29 points, with an arm strength test of 150 kilograms.

When he delivered a punch at full strength, his basic punching power had reached over 300 kilograms, plus the overbearing force of the Dragon Elephant Power and a double boost.

If an ordinary person were to face this punch, not only their arms would be shattered, but their ribs and chest would collapse, leading to death.

This battle wasn’t just about the comparison of speed and strength, but also about the characteristics of both their Cultivation Methods. Levin’s Ghostly Phantom Force was sharp and highly penetrating.

On the other hand, the force of the Dragon Elephant Power was solid and overbearing, and it also provided a certain increase to defense.

Of course, Jack was able to easily block Levin’s attacks thanks to his five senses becoming much sharper than before. Although he hadn’t entered the Heart’s Eye Realm yet, his cultivation over the past few days was not in vain.

So what if he could move quickly? Could he move faster than the speed of a swing of the arm?

Moreover, his final punch, if he had changed it to a palm strike, and grabbed Levin’s arms the instant he swung his left fist, he would have been able to severely injure him, if not kill him.

Jack seemed to be pondering something, summarising the experiences from this battle.

……

At four in the afternoon, Jack, who had completed his cultivation task for the day, looked a bit tired. After taking a bath in the changing room, he arrived at the thirty-third floor of the library.

Following the labels, Jack flipped through and took a book off the shelf: ‘2055 Latest Mutated Beast Data Compendium’.

As his cultivation process has slowed down, he decided to enrich his knowledge of the Cultivation World in his spare time, especially regarding the data on Mutated Beasts.

Apart from that, the miscellaneous notes of other cultivators were also worth reading.

They recorded some of their cultivation insights which could be quite helpful for newcomers like Jack.

Many students were also reading at this time slot. Jack noticed a long-haired girl sitting by the window.

The golden sunlight penetrated the glass and shone on her pale face with a hint of red, the three-dimensional features, and the strands of hair hanging down. It was like a perfect profile picture.

Jack couldn’t help but walk over and greeted, “Freya, you came to school today too?”

The girl lifted her head, and when she saw him, a faint smile appeared on her face, as she nodded slightly, “Hmm, just arrived a little while ago. Have you finished your cultivation for today?””Almost there, another round of cultivation tonight should do it.” Having said that, Jack Clark sat across from her, curiously asking, “You really enjoy reading these, don’t you?”

He noticed lately that Freya Louise often read these Taoist Scriptures, seemingly less diligent in her cultivation than before.

Freya gave it some thought and softly said, “Actually, reading is also a form of cultivation for me.”

“Cultivation!” Jack Clark paused.

Freya tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and looked at him. “Jack Clark, have you ever heard of a concept of alignment in True Martial?”

Jack Clark nodded, “Mr. Willard mentioned it.”

“Good that you know.”

A smile spread across Freya’s face, “My cultivation method is rather peculiar, requiring my mind to enter a state of serenity and oblivion. While in this state, my cultivation is twice as effective.”

“I’ve tried various means to achieve this state, and found that reading these Taoist and Buddhist scriptures calms my mind and helps me.”

Freya’s words sparked thoughts in Jack Clark, “So, is Vera Lee also finding her optimal state for cultivation by constantly eating pastries and snacks apart from her cultivation practice?”

Freya shook her head, “No, she simply enjoys eating.”

…Sure, so it wasn’t that.

Vera Lee was also a member of the Crystal Leinster Club. Because she was often seen with Freya and due to Justin Welan, Jack Clark knew her.

Lately, whenever he saw the girl named Vera Lee, she was either eating or en route to eat something.

In less than half a month, her cute face had plumped considerably. Jack Clark had previously assumed she was searching for her optimal state like Freya, but it turned out she wasn’t.

Wasn’t she afraid of becoming chubby?

At that moment, the long-haired girl across from him suddenly asked, “By the way, Jack Clark, I heard you sparred with Sawyer Levin this morning. How did it go?”

“How did you know about that?” Jack Clark was surprised.

“This morning, some classmates saw you two crossing fists. It’s been making the rounds in school. Vera Lee told me.”

I see. Jack Clark humbly said, “We simply had a friendly spar, no victory or defeat.”

No victory or defeat, basically meaning Sawyer Levin lost, right?

Freya nodded then chuckled softly, “Sawyer Levin probably targeted you because you declined the invitation to join the club, he’s the class leader’s staunch supporter.”

“… Ah, so that’s why.” Jack Clark was speechless.

He had thought the morning spar was merely a friendly mutual practice between martial arts enthusiasts, not expecting this underlying reason.

Freya analyzed, “Since he lost to you this time, he probably won’t bother you again in the future. I hope you don’t take this to heart.”

“Rest assured, I’m not one to fuss over such small matters,” Jack Clark shook his head.action

He hadn’t suffered any loss this time so naturally he wouldn’t fret, though he didn’t expect to be so irking to someone over such a trifling matter. Was this a trait of youth?

Or did he, Jack Clark, seem easy to pick on?

Jack Clark then casually chatted with Freya a bit longer, before burying his head back into his books.

“Explosive Claw Bear: Mutated from the brown bear, an average body length of six meters, tough, thick fur can resist small and medium-caliber firearm bullets and grenades, vulnerable parts include the brain and heart when attacked with high-power sniper rifles.”

“Cheetiger: Mutated from the northern tiger, body length of seven meters, height of three meters, fur can protect from firearms, as swift as wind and fierce in nature, weakness is the abdomen.”

“Dual-headed King Python: Mutated from the Glasses King Snake, body length of twenty meters, solid scales covering the body, can withstand rocket and grenade bombing…”