Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 565: Chapter 265: The Unshakable Number One, The Awakening of the Emperor Dragon (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

Then there was Justin Welan, whose talent was already formidable and who had a high-order brother to provide him with resources and a planned cultivation route; he was also furiously catching up.

In addition to them, the Lewis sisters were also chasing hard, led by third-year senior Betty Leinster and supported by the resources given by their parents.

As for individuals like White Veil Flynt Lance, they slowly fell behind by a great distance, which could be seen just from the fact that Justin Welan was cultivating on his own.

But no matter how quickly they improved, they felt no sense of achievement and continued to cultivate with even more diligence.

There was just no helping it—the figure in front of them was even more monstrous, and his mere silhouette was enough to leave everyone else breathless.

That guy was already at the early stage of the Sixth Heaven before he left, and now after two months, with his speed of cultivation, he might have already reached the peak of the Sixth Heaven and started to condense his true martial arts phantom.

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“Eh! Isn’t that Jack Clark? Weren’t you off to some place for advanced study?”

“Jack’s on vacation soon, so he came back for a visit.”

“Jenny, your son Jack is home, huh? I haven’t seen him for a few months, and he’s looking even more spirited.”

“Haha… it’s thanks to martial arts practice; he’s indeed much stronger than before.”

On the Clarks’ way home, many neighbors greeted Doris Clark warmly, including those with whom they used to have poor relations or little conflicts.

As Jack’s performance grew more and more impressive, the people around them became friendlier and more enthusiastic.

Glenn Clark, following behind, scratched the back of his head: “Strange, bro, why didn’t Mom let the car drop us right at the door and had us get off at the street corner instead?”

Jack, smiling, nodded at the neighbors who greeted them and casually said, “Maybe Mom gets a bit car sick.”

As they spoke, the three of them walked through the street and returned to their courtyard. At that moment, Jack’s gaze swept over the neighbor next door and he nodded slightly at the woman who was collecting laundry.

Jack’s return made both Doris Clark and Glenn Clark very happy.

At 7 pm, as the sky gradually darkened,

After washing the dishes, Glenn Clark called out from downstairs: “Bro, wanna go fishing tonight? I’ve discovered a new fishing method recently, and it’s very effective.”

“A new fishing method?” Inside the room, Jack Clark put down his mobile phone and walked out.

“Jim, your brother still has to practice cultivation, don’t disturb him.”

Jack smiled: “Mom, it’s okay, I can still cultivate when I come back later, and I am a bit curious about Jim’s new trick, too.”

Since he was back for a rare visit, Jack planned to make time to accompany them.

After he went to the ancient relics in a few days, he didn’t know when he would be able to come back again.

Just as they stepped outside, Jack looked at Glenn with a puzzled expression.

He saw his big brother pushing out a “motorcycle” from the cluttered storeroom next door, most notably with a huge barbecue grill attached to the back.

“Aren’t we going fishing?”

Glenn chuckled, “Yeah, bro, we’re going fishing, but when we catch the fish, we’re going to grill them on the spot—freshly killed and eaten. I’ve been doing this recently.”

“… Genius,” Jack uttered two words.

Once on the bike, Glenn called out, “Bro, come on up.”

Jack shook his head: “You ride, I’ll walk.”

Considering Glenn’s hefty size, once he sat down, he basically took up most of the motorcycle’s space, not to mention the giant barbecue grill hanging on the back.

Where was he supposed to sit? Squat on the grill?

Then, by the riverside in the evening, one could see a hefty figure riding a motorcycle, laughing heartily while riding: “Haha… Bro, you run so fast.”

“In a couple of years, once I can cultivate, I want to become as strong as you.”

Jack, who moved like a shadow beside him, flashing ten meters at a time, felt a bit speechless; he always felt that his brother had gotten a bit sillier with time.

About ten minutes later, the pair arrived at the bridge where Tiger One had once ‘released’ worms.

Glenn, with one hand, lifted the two-meter-wide barbecue grill, reinforced with steel bars and weighing over a hundred pounds, set up the charcoal fire under the bridge, and started arranging various seasonings.

His skilled moves were enough to pain anyone watching; Jack couldn’t help but feel awkward, “Jim, doesn’t Mom feed you every day?”

Glenn said cheerfully, “Of course, I eat at home, but I always feel hungry quickly, and I didn’t want to worry Mom, so at night I come here to eat ‘a little’ supper before going back.”

Then Glenn proudly said: “Bro, just wait and see my fishing skills.”

He then extended the fishing rod, using some Alien Beast Meat from home as bait.

There was something unusual about his fishhooks—composed of a large string of big hooks and sinkers. After attaching a small piece of Mutated Beast Meat, he cast it about thirty meters out with force.

After casting, he swiftly began to reel it in, segment by segment.

Okay, it looked like a kind of fishing called Anchor Fishing.

“Here we go, bro.”

Suddenly, Glenn’s eyes lit up, and with a burst of strength in his arms, he gave a fierce pull. The river surface exploded instantly, and a nearly two-meter-long big fish leaped out of the water, only to crash down hard.

“Haha… Bro, caught a big fish.”

Boom, boom, boom!!

The big fish, which already bore some signs of mutation, struggled frantically, stirring up a large spray on the river surface and displaying ‘great strength’.

But under the steel wire-like toughness of the Fishing Line, the fishing rod, and Glenn’s arms, capable of a Power Explosion exceeding a thousand kilograms, the fish seemed like a wronged little wife being forcibly dragged over.

Thump!

The big fish was forcefully dragged onto the shore and, before it could struggle much, Glenn punched its head to mush.

Then he whipped out his tools, swiftly scaled and gutted the fish, and in no time handled the hundred-pound behemoth.

Skilfully he made cross-cuts, smeared on the barbecue seasoning, and placed it on the huge grill to cook, giving off the vibe of a professional who had been barbecuing for twenty years.

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