自慰走绳playy荡学院

Translator: 549690339

In the luxury business car that resembled a reception room.

At the front, Gwen Gail, only fifteen, was quietly chatting with Ilisa Ward, asking her what it was like to be a celebrity and other such topics.

Fifteen years old! (??) Could this REALLY be what fifteen-year-olds have?

At that moment, even Jack Clark was somewhat astounded.

Meanwhile, Ilisa Ward was seated next to Crystal Boyce, who was working on her documents using a mini projector, discussing the upcoming concert with Jessica Fiore.

As the person in charge of coordinating the concerts across over a dozen countries, Crystal had her hands full.

Especially since this was Ilisa’s first—and last—global tour, she wanted everything perfect, and her standards were high.

As for the potential attacks from Blood God Acunus and that demon king, these were not her concern; they were for professionals to handle.

Jack sat to Ilisa’s right, with Damon Lopes beside him, and across from him sat Sinclair Moore, a descendant of kings who had the beauty of a woman.

At this point, Damon leaned over and whispered, “Brother Callum, ever since you got on the car, you’ve been staring at Mr. Gail. Could it be that you like men?”

Cough cough!! Before Jack could respond, the handsome young man across from him began choking on his own saliva.

The seemingly concerned Gwen Gail burst into laughter: “Haha… I noticed it too, 1 just didn’t mention it.”

A smile played at the corners of Ilisa’s mouth.

Jack was at a loss for words, “…My orientation is quite normal; I only like beauties.”

Damon asked in confusion, “Then why have you been staring at Mr. Gail ever since you got on the car?”

Jack Clark coughed and admitted openly, “I’m just a bit curious about the Gail Family’s Summoning ‘Skill,’ but since it’s a family secret technique, it’s not right to ask about it rashly.”

Sinclair suddenly said from across, “You want to learn it?”

“…A little,” Jack nodded.

The others were taken aback; they hadn’t expected Jack to be interested in learning the Gail Family’s secret summoning skills.

Sinclair explained slowly, “This secret technique has strict requirements: one must possess a bloodline corresponding to a Mythical Giant Beast or fuse with Essence Blood, along with items like the scales of a Giant Beast.”

“Only by doing this can one achieve soul resonance with the summoned Mythical Giant Beast and use space-time involving secret skills to summon the shadow of the Mythical Giant Beast.”

Having said this, Sinclair paused for a moment and then looked directly at Jack, “Actually, teaching the secret technique to Brother Clark isn’t impossible.”

Jack heard the deeper meaning in his words and slowly asked, “At what condition?”

Sinclair said with interest, “Very simple, fight me with your full strength. Regardless of winning or losing, I’ll give you the Mystical Disc that records the Space-Time Summoning secret technique.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you. When the time comes, 1 will seal my realm to the Sixth Heaven Middle Stage and will not use any summoning secret skills.”

After his breakthrough to the Sixth Heaven Middle Stage, Jack Clark updated his information online.

He had no choice; he needed precise data to unlock the top-tier secret manual that would be delivered in a few days. Otherwise, with Jack’s personality, he definitely would not have divulged his cultivation progress willingly.

“You’re a descendant of kings; even if you beat me with both of us at the same realm, there wouldn’t be much of a sense of accomplishment for you, would there?” Jack was somewhat puzzled.

Sinclair shook his head, “No, Jack… I mean, Brother Clark, you shouldn’t sell yourself short. You’re known as the first person among the younger generation in the south, titled Unparalleled Under Heaven, Unrivaled Divine Might.”

“Even descendants of kings would struggle to live up to such a title.”

“Racing over a thousand kilometers in a day, sweeping across the 59 Martial Height Bases, suppressing 587 geniuses of the same level, no one at the same realm could withstand a single move.”

“Just hearing about these feats is enough to get the blood boiling; that’s why I want to see for myself just how powerful the Godly Dragon Elephant, touted as invincible across the Southern Battlefield, truly is.”

No sooner had Sinclair finished speaking, Damon’s eyes widened: “Holy smokes, Brother Callum, so you’re that monster from the Southern Battlefield?”

“Before 1 came here, the old man mentioned a freak appearing on the battlefield—a Senior One, who reached Late-Stage Fifth Layer Heaven in half a year, with combat power unmatched in the Sixth Layer Heaven.”

“I couldn’t believe that monster is you, Brother Callum.”

“Hold on, this means you should be a year younger than me? Well, okay, fake identity,” Damon said excitedly. He kept clapping Jack on the shoulder, alternating between calling him a monster and a freak.

At that moment, not only Damon but also Ilisa and Crystal looked at him with surprise.

The profile Tyler Lance had given them merely stated that Jack Clark, a.k.a. Darren Callum, was at the early stage of the Sixth Layer Heaven, with combat power comparable to the early stage of the Seventh Layer Heaven, and was highly perceptive and trustworthy.

That alone was already quite astonishing.

You should know that the further one advances, the more significant the suppression by realm becomes; possessing mid-stage combat power at the early stage of the Sixth Layer Heaven is considered genius, let alone crossing an entire Major Realm.

They had no idea that was just scratching the surface and that Jack had an even more impressive record of combat achievements.

Racing over a thousand kilometers in a day, sweeping through dozens of Martial Arts Schools, with no cultivator of the same level being able to withstand even a single move; it was simply fearsome.

Even Damon Lopes, an Innate Awakened One, admitted he couldn’t achieve that level.

Though his Burst of Power of Thunder was frightening, there was a limit to what one person could do; at most, he could burst forth a hundred times before his Spirit Power was drained and his True Strength was exhausted.

In contrast, Jessica, who had less understanding of these matters, fared a little better.

She simply sensed that Jack Clark, under the fake name Darren Callum, was even more formidable than she had imagined.

Sinclair, who had invested considerable effort to access Jack’s identity information, owed some favors as a result. This was only made possible because of his hard connections within the Federation as a descendant of kings..