Chapter 13
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13 Chapter 13: King of Martial Arts
Translator: 549690339
Jack Clark’s home was in the suburbs, although still within the city limits, it was actually an old urban village.
The surrounding buildings were all low-rise two or three-story houses, with each house having its own small courtyard, and not far away was a tributary of a surging river.
The next day was Sunday, afternoon.
On a hot summer’s day, Jack sat at his computer desk, browsing the internet for posts about Mutated Beasts and the Cultivation World.
Not until he deliberately paid attention to these news did he realize that in recent years, all the allied countries had been stepping up their efforts to suppress the emergence of Mutated Beasts within their borders.
Especially the Yama Rainforest, where there were so many Mutated Beasts that it was out of control. Someone even took a picture of a hundred-meter-long giant python in the river.
This level of Mutated Beast had already reached the range of Giant Beasts.
Apart from that, there were upheavals in many parts of an allied country.
Leading them were some cultivators who were not willing to let ordinary people hold power. They claimed to establish a country for cultivators so that everyone could practice cultivation.
Some people analyzed that there were shadows of Evil God Sect Cultists behind these upheavals.
Many people were paying attention to this international event, and there were on-site videos posted by local people.
In the video, many strong cultivators were charging at the positions of machine-gun nests, completely ignoring the dense gunfire. Their terrifying speed allowed them to cover hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
Their every move burst with terrifying power, casually crashing walls and flipping armored vehicles. In the blink of an eye, the positions were destroyed.
Facing these strong men, the ordinary soldiers were as weak as lambs awaiting slaughter.
Only occasional explosions, launched grenades, and even anti-tank rockets could slightly hinder them.
In the video, it only took more than ten minutes for the city’s administrative center to be breached, filled with burning fire, screams, and sporadic gunfire.
After watching all this, Jack felt somewhat relieved that he hadn’t traveled to these chaotic allied countries.
At this moment, Glenn Clark’s voice came from downstairs: “Brother, are you eating watermelon?”
Jack shouted to the door: “Cut it and I’ll eat it.”
“I knew you’d say that.” Downstairs, Glenn took a watermelon out of the freezer, quickly cut it into pieces, and then brought it upstairs.
Glenn slipped into the room and put down the watermelon, curiously looking at the computer: “Brother, you’re also paying attention to the Koroya’s cultivator and official battle events, huh.”
Jack picked up a slice of watermelon, somewhat surprised: “You know about this too?”
Glenn took a proud bite of watermelon, mumbled in his mouth: “Of course, I’m going to be the King of Martial Arts. Isn’t it natural for me to pay attention to international events?”
“King of Martial Arts, I’m also the Pirate King,” Jack scoffed.
Glenn was puzzled: “Brother, what’s the Pirate King? The king of the ocean? Is he very powerful?”
Jack was speechless: “With the name Pirate, he’s definitely a thief who runs around everywhere chased by the navy. You tell me, is he powerful?”
“Well, forget about it. I want to be the strongest King of Martial Arts in the whole world.”
As he sat on the edge of the bed eating watermelon, Glenn asked, “By the way, brother, I saw a lot of frozen fish in the freezer when I opened it just now. Can we finish eating so much?”
“And frozen fish doesn’t taste good at all, it has a scattered flavor.”
“These aren’t for us to eat.”
Glenn blinked, puzzled: “If it’s not for us to eat, then who is it for?”
“There! For it.” Jack pointed with his chin at the desk where a 32-centimeter-long, stout Six-legged Salamander was lying lazily.
After his reminder, Glenn noticed the salamander lying beside the water tank and was immediately stunned: “Is this… your pet!?”
“Yes.”
“Really that pet! How did it get so big so quickly?” Glenn was a bit surprised.
He remembered that last week his brother was sick with a fever, and when he had come in to take care of him, the salamander had looked very small, just a bit bigger than a newborn– how come it had grown even larger than a puppy in just a week?
“It must have mutated.”
Jack casually said, “It’s been eating more and more these days, and its size has surged, but it’s not dangerous at all. Lil’ Glenn, look… roll over.”
As he spoke, Jack pretended to make a roll-over gesture toward the salamander avatar.
In Glenn’s eyes, the somewhat fierce-looking six-legged salamander promptly rolled over.
“Wag your tail.”
“Raise your paw…”
Next, Jack directed and acted out a few more gestures, and then controlled the avatar with his consciousness, leaving Glenn dumbfounded.
Regarding the existence of the salamander avatar, Jack didn’t plan to hide it from his family and couldn’t even if he wanted to since it had to eat so much every day.
He could hide it for a day or two, but eventually it would be exposed, so it was better just to tell them outright.
After all, pets with mutations were not uncommon, and the authorities had management measures in place, so most household pets that mutated were required to be registered at the local branch office.
Of course, the main reason was that these mutated pets were weak and recognized their masters, obeying their commands.
If the pet were aggressive and posed a significant threat to the surrounding residents, it would be forcibly taken away by the authorities.
For a pet like the salamander that was only slightly bigger than a puppy, even if it had mutated, it didn’t seem to have any aggressiveness, and it was enough to just mention it to the family, no registration was necessary.
Once it evolved next time, he would put the avatar in the river.
So, when they had dinner that night, Jack took the initiative to mention this matter to Doris, who didn’t really care, only asking him to be more careful when feeding it.
In her impression, even if the tiny pet had mutated, it was just a slightly bigger fish.
…
On Monday, Jack walked into the classroom and immediately sensed a restless atmosphere among the class.
As soon as he sat down, he learned from his classmates’ chatter that it was because Crystal and Matt, two class leaders, had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage after consulting with the teachers yesterday.
Yesterday had been a weekend, but some students who loved the spacious venue had come to cultivate.
Justin approached and whispered, “Jack, how are you feeling? Any sense of urgency?”
Jack glanced at him, took the textbook for that morning’s lesson from his desk drawer, and said indifferently, “Urgency is useless, just keep cultivating slowly.”
“That’s the spirit! What does it matter if others break through quickly? I’ll just go on my way.”
Justin could tell that Jack’s nonchalance wasn’t feigned, but that he genuinely didn’t care about being left behind academically by his peers.
Not like the rest of the classmates.
When they heard that the Class Leader and others had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and they themselves were still on the fourth or fifth stages of blood circulation and energy transport, they suddenly became anxious.
It was as if being anxious would be helpful, so why didn’t they work harder on cultivation every day when they went home?
“By the way.”
At that moment, Justin seemed to remember something and said, “Jack, I’ll be reaching the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow too.”
“I won’t be able to cultivate with you in Area C after that, so remember to work hard.”
“So all this was just a build-up to tell me this.” Jack glanced at him and shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention.
“Heh… I just wanted to surprise you, but you’re not playing along.” Justin grinned with some regrets.
He would reach the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow, which would be just about a week in total, an excellent talent indeed.
Looking at the somewhat lewd-looking Justin, Jack was a little surprised that this guy, who seemed so sly and wily, was actually a genius.
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13 Chapter 13: King of Martial Arts
Translator: 549690339
Jack Clark’s home was in the suburbs, although still within the city limits, it was actually an old urban village.
The surrounding buildings were all low-rise two or three-story houses, with each house having its own small courtyard, and not far away was a tributary of a surging river.
The next day was Sunday, afternoon.
On a hot summer’s day, Jack sat at his computer desk, browsing the internet for posts about Mutated Beasts and the Cultivation World.
Not until he deliberately paid attention to these news did he realize that in recent years, all the allied countries had been stepping up their efforts to suppress the emergence of Mutated Beasts within their borders.
Especially the Yama Rainforest, where there were so many Mutated Beasts that it was out of control. Someone even took a picture of a hundred-meter-long giant python in the river.
This level of Mutated Beast had already reached the range of Giant Beasts.
Apart from that, there were upheavals in many parts of an allied country.
Leading them were some cultivators who were not willing to let ordinary people hold power. They claimed to establish a country for cultivators so that everyone could practice cultivation.
Some people analyzed that there were shadows of Evil God Sect Cultists behind these upheavals.
Many people were paying attention to this international event, and there were on-site videos posted by local people.
In the video, many strong cultivators were charging at the positions of machine-gun nests, completely ignoring the dense gunfire. Their terrifying speed allowed them to cover hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
Their every move burst with terrifying power, casually crashing walls and flipping armored vehicles. In the blink of an eye, the positions were destroyed.
Facing these strong men, the ordinary soldiers were as weak as lambs awaiting slaughter.
Only occasional explosions, launched grenades, and even anti-tank rockets could slightly hinder them.
In the video, it only took more than ten minutes for the city’s administrative center to be breached, filled with burning fire, screams, and sporadic gunfire.
After watching all this, Jack felt somewhat relieved that he hadn’t traveled to these chaotic allied countries.
At this moment, Glenn Clark’s voice came from downstairs: “Brother, are you eating watermelon?”
Jack shouted to the door: “Cut it and I’ll eat it.”
“I knew you’d say that.” Downstairs, Glenn took a watermelon out of the freezer, quickly cut it into pieces, and then brought it upstairs.
Glenn slipped into the room and put down the watermelon, curiously looking at the computer: “Brother, you’re also paying attention to the Koroya’s cultivator and official battle events, huh.”
Jack picked up a slice of watermelon, somewhat surprised: “You know about this too?”
Glenn took a proud bite of watermelon, mumbled in his mouth: “Of course, I’m going to be the King of Martial Arts. Isn’t it natural for me to pay attention to international events?”
“King of Martial Arts, I’m also the Pirate King,” Jack scoffed.
Glenn was puzzled: “Brother, what’s the Pirate King? The king of the ocean? Is he very powerful?”
Jack was speechless: “With the name Pirate, he’s definitely a thief who runs around everywhere chased by the navy. You tell me, is he powerful?”
“Well, forget about it. I want to be the strongest King of Martial Arts in the whole world.”
As he sat on the edge of the bed eating watermelon, Glenn asked, “By the way, brother, I saw a lot of frozen fish in the freezer when I opened it just now. Can we finish eating so much?”
“And frozen fish doesn’t taste good at all, it has a scattered flavor.”
“These aren’t for us to eat.”
Glenn blinked, puzzled: “If it’s not for us to eat, then who is it for?”
“There! For it.” Jack pointed with his chin at the desk where a 32-centimeter-long, stout Six-legged Salamander was lying lazily.
After his reminder, Glenn noticed the salamander lying beside the water tank and was immediately stunned: “Is this… your pet!?”
“Yes.”
“Really that pet! How did it get so big so quickly?” Glenn was a bit surprised.
He remembered that last week his brother was sick with a fever, and when he had come in to take care of him, the salamander had looked very small, just a bit bigger than a newborn– how come it had grown even larger than a puppy in just a week?
“It must have mutated.”
Jack casually said, “It’s been eating more and more these days, and its size has surged, but it’s not dangerous at all. Lil’ Glenn, look… roll over.”
As he spoke, Jack pretended to make a roll-over gesture toward the salamander avatar.
In Glenn’s eyes, the somewhat fierce-looking six-legged salamander promptly rolled over.
“Wag your tail.”
“Raise your paw…”
Next, Jack directed and acted out a few more gestures, and then controlled the avatar with his consciousness, leaving Glenn dumbfounded.
Regarding the existence of the salamander avatar, Jack didn’t plan to hide it from his family and couldn’t even if he wanted to since it had to eat so much every day.
He could hide it for a day or two, but eventually it would be exposed, so it was better just to tell them outright.
After all, pets with mutations were not uncommon, and the authorities had management measures in place, so most household pets that mutated were required to be registered at the local branch office.
Of course, the main reason was that these mutated pets were weak and recognized their masters, obeying their commands.
If the pet were aggressive and posed a significant threat to the surrounding residents, it would be forcibly taken away by the authorities.
For a pet like the salamander that was only slightly bigger than a puppy, even if it had mutated, it didn’t seem to have any aggressiveness, and it was enough to just mention it to the family, no registration was necessary.
Once it evolved next time, he would put the avatar in the river.
So, when they had dinner that night, Jack took the initiative to mention this matter to Doris, who didn’t really care, only asking him to be more careful when feeding it.
In her impression, even if the tiny pet had mutated, it was just a slightly bigger fish.
…
On Monday, Jack walked into the classroom and immediately sensed a restless atmosphere among the class.
As soon as he sat down, he learned from his classmates’ chatter that it was because Crystal and Matt, two class leaders, had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage after consulting with the teachers yesterday.
Yesterday had been a weekend, but some students who loved the spacious venue had come to cultivate.
Justin approached and whispered, “Jack, how are you feeling? Any sense of urgency?”
Jack glanced at him, took the textbook for that morning’s lesson from his desk drawer, and said indifferently, “Urgency is useless, just keep cultivating slowly.”
“That’s the spirit! What does it matter if others break through quickly? I’ll just go on my way.”
Justin could tell that Jack’s nonchalance wasn’t feigned, but that he genuinely didn’t care about being left behind academically by his peers.
Not like the rest of the classmates.
When they heard that the Class Leader and others had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and they themselves were still on the fourth or fifth stages of blood circulation and energy transport, they suddenly became anxious.
It was as if being anxious would be helpful, so why didn’t they work harder on cultivation every day when they went home?
“By the way.”
At that moment, Justin seemed to remember something and said, “Jack, I’ll be reaching the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow too.”
“I won’t be able to cultivate with you in Area C after that, so remember to work hard.”
“So all this was just a build-up to tell me this.” Jack glanced at him and shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention.
“Heh… I just wanted to surprise you, but you’re not playing along.” Justin grinned with some regrets.
He would reach the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow, which would be just about a week in total, an excellent talent indeed.
Looking at the somewhat lewd-looking Justin, Jack was a little surprised that this guy, who seemed so sly and wily, was actually a genius.
13 Chapter 13: King of Martial ArtsTranslator: 549690339Jack Clark's home was in the suburbs, although still within the city limits, it was actually an old urban village.The surrounding buildings were all low-rise two or three-story houses, with each house having its own small courtyard, and not far away was a tributary of a surging river.The next day was Sunday, afternoon.On a hot summer's day, Jack sat at his computer desk, browsing the internet for posts about Mutated Beasts and the Cultivation World.Not until he deliberately paid attention to these news did he realize that in recent years, all the allied countries had been stepping up their efforts to suppress the emergence of Mutated Beasts within their borders.Especially the Yama Rainforest, where there were so many Mutated Beasts that it was out of control. Someone even took a picture of a hundred-meter-long giant python in the river.This level of Mutated Beast had already reached the range of Giant Beasts.Apart from that, there were upheavals in many parts of an allied country.Leading them were some cultivators who were not willing to let ordinary people hold power. They claimed to establish a country for cultivators so that everyone could practice cultivation.Some people analyzed that there were shadows of Evil God Sect Cultists behind these upheavals.Many people were paying attention to this international event, and there were on-site videos posted by local people.In the video, many strong cultivators were charging at the positions of machine-gun nests, completely ignoring the dense gunfire. Their terrifying speed allowed them to cover hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.Their every move burst with terrifying power, casually crashing walls and flipping armored vehicles. In the blink of an eye, the positions were destroyed.Facing these strong men, the ordinary soldiers were as weak as lambs awaiting slaughter.Only occasional explosions, launched grenades, and even anti-tank rockets could slightly hinder them.In the video, it only took more than ten minutes for the city's administrative center to be breached, filled with burning fire, screams, and sporadic gunfire.After watching all this, Jack felt somewhat relieved that he hadn't traveled to these chaotic allied countries.At this moment, Glenn Clark's voice came from downstairs: Brother, are you eating watermelon?Jack shouted to the door: Cut it and I'll eat it.I knew you'd say that. Downstairs, Glenn took a watermelon out of the freezer, quickly cut it into pieces, and then brought it upstairs.Glenn slipped into the room and put down the watermelon, curiously looking at the computer: Brother, you're also paying attention to the Koroya's cultivator and official battle events, huh.Jack picked up a slice of watermelon, somewhat surprised: You know about this too?Glenn took a proud bite of watermelon, mumbled in his mouth: Of course, I'm going to be the King of Martial Arts. Isn't it natural for me to pay attention to international events?King of Martial Arts, I'm also the Pirate King, Jack scoffed.Glenn was puzzled: Brother, what's the Pirate King? The king of the ocean? Is he very powerful?Jack was speechless: With the name Pirate, he's definitely a thief who runs around everywhere chased by the navy. You tell me, is he powerful?Well, forget about it. I want to be the strongest King of Martial Arts in the whole world.As he sat on the edge of the bed eating watermelon, Glenn asked, By the way, brother, I saw a lot of frozen fish in the freezer when I opened it just now. Can we finish eating so much?And frozen fish doesn't taste good at all, it has a scattered flavor.These aren't for us to eat.Glenn blinked, puzzled: If it's not for us to eat, then who is it for?There! For it. Jack pointed with his chin at the desk where a 32-centimeter-long, stout Six-legged Salamander was lying lazily.After his reminder, Glenn noticed the salamander lying beside the water tank and was immediately stunned: Is this your pet!?Yes.Really that pet! How did it get so big so quickly? Glenn was a bit surprised.He remembered that last week his brother was sick with a fever, and when he had come in to take care of him, the salamander had looked very small, just a bit bigger than a newborn how come it had grown even larger than a puppy in just a week?It must have mutated.Jack casually said, It's been eating more and more these days, and its size has surged, but it's not dangerous at all. Lil' Glenn, look roll over.As he spoke, Jack pretended to make a roll-over gesture toward the salamander avatar.In Glenn's eyes, the somewhat fierce-looking six-legged salamander promptly rolled over.Wag your tail.Raise your pawNext, Jack directed and acted out a few more gestures, and then controlled the avatar with his consciousness, leaving Glenn dumbfounded.Regarding the existence of the salamander avatar, Jack didn't plan to hide it from his family and couldn't even if he wanted to since it had to eat so much every day.He could hide it for a day or two, but eventually it would be exposed, so it was better just to tell them outright.After all, pets with mutations were not uncommon, and the authorities had management measures in place, so most household pets that mutated were required to be registered at the local branch office.Of course, the main reason was that these mutated pets were weak and recognized their masters, obeying their commands.If the pet were aggressive and posed a significant threat to the surrounding residents, it would be forcibly taken away by the authorities.For a pet like the salamander that was only slightly bigger than a puppy, even if it had mutated, it didn't seem to have any aggressiveness, and it was enough to just mention it to the family, no registration was necessary.Once it evolved next time, he would put the avatar in the river.So, when they had dinner that night, Jack took the initiative to mention this matter to Doris, who didn't really care, only asking him to be more careful when feeding it.In her impression, even if the tiny pet had mutated, it was just a slightly bigger fish.On Monday, Jack walked into the classroom and immediately sensed a restless atmosphere among the class.As soon as he sat down, he learned from his classmates' chatter that it was because Crystal and Matt, two class leaders, had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage after consulting with the teachers yesterday.Yesterday had been a weekend, but some students who loved the spacious venue had come to cultivate.Justin approached and whispered, Jack, how are you feeling? Any sense of urgency?Jack glanced at him, took the textbook for that morning's lesson from his desk drawer, and said indifferently, Urgency is useless, just keep cultivating slowly.That's the spirit! What does it matter if others break through quickly? I'll just go on my way.Justin could tell that Jack's nonchalance wasn't feigned, but that he genuinely didn't care about being left behind academically by his peers.Not like the rest of the classmates.When they heard that the Class Leader and others had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and they themselves were still on the fourth or fifth stages of blood circulation and energy transport, they suddenly became anxious.It was as if being anxious would be helpful, so why didn't they work harder on cultivation every day when they went home?By the way.At that moment, Justin seemed to remember something and said, Jack, I'll be reaching the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow too.I won't be able to cultivate with you in Area C after that, so remember to work hard.So all this was just a build-up to tell me this. Jack glanced at him and shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention.Heh I just wanted to surprise you, but you're not playing along. Justin grinned with some regrets.He would reach the Foundation Establishment stage tomorrow, which would be just about a week in total, an excellent talent indeed.Looking at the somewhat lewd-looking Justin, Jack was a little surprised that this guy, who seemed so sly and wily, was actually a genius.
