Create Your Own Cultivation Method

After the three of them came out, they cupped their fists at Cornell and said, "Although the old man is a soldier who participated in the Great Cataclysm battle, we need an answer for what happened to your grandson."

"I understand, but can you wait for me to call General Lee?" Cornell took a sip of tea.

After the three of them exchanged a few words, they took out a cell phone and handed it over.

After three beeps, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who is it?"

Hearing this voice, Cornell stood up and saluted while saying, "Third platoon leader of Machete Company, Cornell reporting to regiment commander!"

"Cornell? You're still alive!" A man's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.

When the three people in the courtyard heard it, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

"General Lee, I have a situation to report to the higher-ups!" Cornell said.

After a series of secret talks, the three people who sneaked in retreated out of the courtyard in fear.

On the other side of General Lee's office, there were three loud knocks that shook the sky.

Then, before he could open his mouth to invite her in, a female senior colonel opened the door and rushed in.

Seeing this, General Lee could not help but have a headache. "What's the matter?"

"There are too many things."The valiant-looking female senior colonel's eyebrows were raised to the sky. "You asked for the command of the investigation to be in your hands before, so I'll let it go."

"But why didn't you bring anyone back, and even the mission was canceled?"

"Because someone vouched for you."

"Who? General Zhang? I remember that he and dad did not get along."

"The guarantee of a veteran who participated in the Great Cataclysm War."

"What is that? Is that useful?" The female senior colonel muttered in a low voice.

"Are you doubting my soldiers!" General Lee suddenly stood up and said sternly.

"Got it." The female senior colonel replied with an unpleasant tone.

Then, she turned around and left the office. However, halfway through the corridor, her expression changed.

"Clive, how can I let you go when you're so mysterious?"

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Clive, who was studying the technique in the attic, had no idea that so many stories were going on.

His attention was completely focused on the exercises he was deducing.

At first, he thought that even if he had a hundred times more talent, he would not be able to create his own method.

But after he had read through hundreds of cultivation methods in the entire bookstore, he immediately changed his mind.

As the saying goes, reading a book a hundred times is self-evident.

Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters who were able to create cultivation methods were able to do so because they were knowledgeable.

Clive, who had read through the entire bookstore, had much more experience than the average Great Grandmaster.

In the end, most of the things in the world were studied to reduce complexity to simplicity.

It was the same with martial arts manuals. Clive, who had learned so many techniques, found common ground between them.

The technique he was going to create was called the book of origins.

He wanted to combine the long points of a hundred schools of thought to make it simple and to maximize the amplification.

It was daybreak and dark.

Every day, in addition to eating, Clive was using all kinds of papyrus to deduce.

It was not until the seventh day when God finished creating a world.

Clive finally wrote the first layer of the Origins Scripture.

As soon as he circulated his cultivation technique, his Qi and blood instantly surged like the Yellow River breaking through the ice in spring.

The techniques he had previously cultivated, such as the 'Space-breaking Fist' and the 'Tablet-opening Fist', were instantly dissolved and replaced by the Origins Scripture.

His bones were also creaking, and black impurities were gushing out of his pores.

Taking a shower in the bathroom, Clive felt the rolling power in his body, and he could not help but clench his fists.

After the Great Cataclysm, the whole world fell into the worship of force.

Therefore, in the parks of various districts, in addition to the usual amusement facilities, there were also many common dynamometers.

It was convenient for people to know the changes in their strength in real-time, encouraging people to improve.

In order not to attract attention, Clive specially chose the time when the sky was slightly bright at dawn.

When he came to the district park, there was indeed no one.

Aiming at the force meter, Clive punched it.

After a shake, the force meter let out a cow moo.

This was the Green-eyed Sky Cow's cry, which meant that this punch had at least the strength of a cow.

1.2 bulls.

Although the number on the counter was much higher than before, Clive was not very satisfied.

He took a deep breath and the power of the Origins Scripture circulated in his body.

Then he threw a punch.

The entire dynamometer shook rapidly, like an old lady who had Parkinson's disease.

Then three cow moos came from inside.

But then a robotic female voice-prompted.

[It has been detected that someone has maliciously attacked the dynamometer. Dynamometers belong to national facilities, and malicious destruction will be punished.]

As a public dynamometer, it is meant to serve ordinary people. When one reaches the strength of three cows or more, they will already be a mid-to high-level Fighter.

At this time, Clive was already in the upper echelons, so he did not care so much. He directly took a deep breath, wanting to test out his limit of strength.

With a loud shout, his vital energy and blood surged, and countless veins bulged out on his body.

Then, he punched out fiercely.

With a bang, the entire dynamometer was sent flying.

And in the last second of the dynamometer's life, it still displayed its numbers dutifully.

Five bulls!

A single punch could kill five Green-eyed Sky Cows. Even a tiger-type tank would be crippled by this blow.

Knowing that he had committed a crime, Clive's first reaction was to run away.

Just as he was running away from the scene of the crime, he suddenly heard a small movement from the tree on his right.

"Who is it!" He shouted.

The people inside were so scared that they screamed.

Then, a little girl came out from inside and ran out.

Clive turned around and chased after her.

When he was close to her, he reached out to grab her black hair.

However, he did not expect that just as he grabbed her black hair, he felt his hand loosen.

When he looked down, he realized that the black hair was actually a wig.

A white-haired girl was sprinting forward. When she touched the top of her head and realized that her wig had fallen off, she could not help but stop.

"Mixed-blood?"

Clive walked up. Before he could get close, she immediately squatted down and hugged her head.

"You can hit me however you want, but not in the face. Mom will be sad if she sees you like this. Please return the wig to me after you're done. I'll be grateful to you."

Upon hearing this, Clive smiled. "I won't hit you."

But looking at the obedient girl in front of him, he could not help but have the thought of scaring her.

"But if you tell others about what happened today, that may not be the case."

"I promise, I will definitely not tell anyone. Master human, let me go. I came here because I want to find my benefactor."

"We don't steal."