Absorb All the Lifeblood in My Body

In the room, Clive continued to think.

An idea popped into his mind. If I can lock all the lifeblood in my body, will my strength increase again?

As soon as this idea appeared in Clive's mind, it immediately occupied his brain.

His mind, which was a hundred times more talented, was constantly working in his mind.

Clive's aura was completely contracting.

The majestic degree of his Qi and blood was constantly decreasing.

Intermediate Fighter.

Low-level Fighter.

In the end, Clive's aura was like that of an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.

Clive, who was deep in thought, entered a state of selflessness. He had lost all sense of things around him.

On the way up, Cornell came up again. When he saw Clive sitting in the room meditating, he went down again.

Clive only opened his eyes at dawn.

At this time, a mosquito landed on his right arm, but it just landed on it and flew away after half a minute.

It did not treat Clive as a living thing.

Clive got up, waved the mosquito away, and went downstairs.

After a simple breakfast, Clive walked out of the room.

Every morning was a good time for warriors to train. Whether it was to train their bodies or to practice their moves, they could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

It was six o'clock in the morning. Clive was dressed in sportswear, with fried cake in his left hand and soy milk in his right, listening to music as he walked towards the outskirts of Changfeng Mountain.

Changfeng Mountain was the highest mountain outside of Zhengyang City.

When Zhengyang City was first established, it attracted a beast tide. At one point, the entire construction base of Zhengyang city was conquered.

Everyone had no choice but to retreat to the top of Changfeng Mountain to catch their breath.

At this critical moment, a town general made a move and repelled the Beast Tide, saving countless people from the fire and water.

On the top of the mountain, there was only the force meter that this town general used for training. It was a force meter that could test the strength of ten dragons.

One thousand kilograms was one ox.

Ten oxen were one tiger.

Ten tigers were one dragon.

And this dragon's strength could be said to cause rivers to flow backward and mountains and rivers to collapse.

Only by using the strength of one tiger could one be called a Martial Master, an existence that was one level higher than a Fighter.

In the secular world, a Martial Master could easily defeat more than ten Fighters without getting injured.

In the army, that was an existence that commanded twenty to thirty Fighters.

Today, Clive wanted to come to the peak of Changfeng Mountain to test whether he had the strength of a dragon after restraining all his Qi and blood.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, he gathered all his Qi and blood under his feet. Then, he took three steps and rushed to the top of the mountain.

On the mountainside of Changfeng Mountain, two women, three men, and five others were panting heavily, leaning against a big rock at the side.

"Let's go quickly. It will be even hotter when the sun comes out," said the teacher in glasses, who was leading the group.

"Teacher, let us rest for a while. Please, we set off from home before dawn in the morning. We've only had one breakfast so far."

"Is one breakfast not enough? I think I usually pamper you too much."

"Think about the cultivation materials that you have? Every week, the school will give you a meal of tiger blood to nourish your health. Not only that, your home will also provide you with all kinds of cultivation herbs and spirit meat."

"I heard from the director of your community that when the Fighters of your community passed on their cultivation insights over the weekend, none of you were there, right?"

Hearing this, the few of them immediately lowered their heads.

"You have so many resources, and the best one of you only went to second high school, and the only one in your class who got into first high school was actually a hybrid!"

"Tell me, where do you think I should put my face? Where should I put the face of the human race?"

"I want to bring you here to Changfeng Mountain today so that you can see the miserable state of the human race when they resisted the invasion of the Beast Race, and let the spirit of the commander-in-chief warn you!"

Hearing this, the few of them suddenly became speechless, and could only grit their teeth and continue to run upwards.

At this moment, footsteps like the wind came from behind them.

When they looked, they saw that it was actually a youth wearing sportswear.

They saw that he stepped on the edge of the rock with every step. With just a touch, he would immediately jump up again. It could be said that he was no longer running or jumping.

He was simply flying.

Although Clive already knew the importance of controlling the power of Qi and blood, he had yet to truly master it.

He was unable to execute his moves or mobilize his physical strength without any flaws.

Thus, a vigorous aura was being released from his body.

"Flying in the air? This is the mark of a Martial Master!"

The bespectacled boy exclaimed.

Even the teacher was in a state of shock, and ten thousand thoughts flashed through his mind.

Such a young Martial Master? He had started practicing martial arts from the age of ten, and he was only at the early stages of a Martial Master in his forties.

The golden period of his life had long passed. In a few years, when he reached fifty years old, he would probably enter a period where his Qi and blood would decline.

And his decades of hard work had now been surpassed by a teenage young man. He could not help but have mixed feelings.

"Teacher, is he really a Martial Master? I think he is only as old as us," a girl said.

"Ah, now you know the difference, right? At the same age, some people are already dozens or hundreds of times your age. What reason do you have not to work hard?"

Then he became excited again. "This is the hope of our human race. If it weren't for teenagers like them, our human race wouldn't be where we are today. The mixed blood of a mere warrior is far inferior to us."

Seeing that someone had come to climb the mountain so early, Clive could not help but take another look at them.

This glance also caused quite a commotion among a few people.

When the short-haired girl saw Clive's bright eyes, she could not help but cover her round face.

She thought to herself, 'Could it be that I've attracted his attention?'

He must have thought that the hair clip I bought last week was particularly good-looking.

On the other side, the teacher thought he was looking at him.

Did he agree with my teaching strategy? Oh, he must have walked to the top of the mountain to admire the history of Zhengyang City and its generals.

His teacher must have told him to do so.

He could not help but feel excited at the thought that his ideas were the same as those of the strong men who could produce such a student.

Clive came to the top of the mountain. The air was still damp, and there were still some dewdrops on the surrounding flowers.

Although it was early in the morning, there were still quite a number of tourists on the top of the mountain.

Clive's loud voice attracted everyone's attention the moment he landed.

When everyone looked up and saw that it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, they could not help but start discussing.

"Did any of you see clearly how he came up just now?"

"It seems to be flying! That's impossible, right?"

"Do you want to test it?" Clive said to the people who were taking photos in front of the dynamometer.

After so many years, the dynamometer on the peak had long been more symbolic than practical.

More people came just to take photos with it.

Especially when the three people who were taking photos saw that Clive's body was emitting a large amount of Qi and blood, they immediately pushed it away.

"You first."

"Thank you." Clive did not refuse and walked straight to the dynamometer.

After all, in this era, the strong had everything.

He reached out and brushed away the water droplets on the dynamometer, revealing the patterns on it. It was ten dragons dancing on it.

This represented the limit of the dynamometer, the strength of ten dragons.

Then, Clive began to close his eyes and breathe.

The accumulation of power this time was different from usual.

When an ordinary person exerted their strength, the veins on their entire body would bulge, and blood would roar in their veins.

But now, Clive's blood was like a dark river, flowing slowly under his skin. It seemed like there were no waves, but it hid a huge amount of power.