自慰走绳playy荡学院

This Secret Skill related to the rules that’s given away just for fighting a match truly reflects the magnanimity of someone from the King’s Family.

“Brother Callum, you needn’t worry about it. The pursuit of strength and the desire to become stronger are the motivations for us cultivators to progress. If 1 were you, I couldn’t resist either.”

With that, the two of them strode ten meters at a step, and in no time, they had walked out of the ruined valley.

Watching the two ascend the hillside, Damon Lopes felt an itch in his hands and excitedly said, “Brother Callum, when shall the two of us have a friendly sparring match?”

He wanted to test whether Jack Clark’s strength was more peerlessly overbearing or his Power of Thunder was stronger.

“What’s there for the two of us to fight about? If you’re itching for a fight, I can let you alone have your fill when those two king-level soul avatars appear later.”

Fighting Damon Lopes had no benefits; Jack Clark had no interest in wasting time.

He was now very busy, extremely busy.

He had to construct space teleportation runes, deduce his own Top-tier Secret Manual, and also find time to comprehend and research the Gail Family’s Summoning Secret Skill. There were many things to do.

And each one was very important to him.

Suddenly Damon Lopes quickly changed his tune, “No, brother, if those two guys show’ up together, how about we each take one?”

“Sorry, but my task is to spot enemies and provide close protection for Miss Ward; isn’t fighting your responsibility?”

“Brother Callum, does it not pain your conscience to say that? We are brothers, brothers who have carried arms together.”

“Uh… we haven’t actually touched any guns, have we?”

By the time the group returned to the hotel, it was already evening.

In the hotel restaurant, while everyone was waiting for the meal, the Fox-eared girl opposite blinked her large eyes curiously and asked, “Brother Callum, how did you manage to reach the Sixth-layer Heaven in seven months?”

“Moreover, it’s one thing to have a high cultivation realm, but your combat power is so terrifying. You’re practically a monster.

Suddenly, curiosity shone in the eyes of the others as well.

Jack Clark thought for a moment, “Actually, it was a bit difficult when 1 first started cultivation. For example, the first time I practiced Body Casting Skill, it took me more than fifty minutes to complete a cycle, which was the worst in

our class.”

“At that time, my practice of the Meditation Method was also very slow, but then it got a lot smoother after a while. Even so, my Foundation Establishment took half a month.”

“After establishing the foundation, 1 started cultivating True Martial Arts, and my progress w’as pretty standard at that point.

“But I don’t know which day it was when I suddenly noticed that cultivation was becoming smoother and smoother, and the power of Dragon Elephant Power was getting stronger. Then I realized cultivation seemed… quite simple.” “Then I signed up for the Koroya Trial, and found that my cultivation speed increased even faster during battle. By the time 1 returned to school, 1 was the first to breakthrough the Fourth Layer Heaven.”

“After that, I entered the Alien Beast Battlefield…”

Watching Jack Clark sharing his past cultivation experiences with everyone, Damon Lopes’s eyes were filled with envy. The guy was showing off again.

However, what he envied wasn’t that Jack Clark was showing off again, but that this guy seemed to be doing it unintentionally, which was far more clever than those in the base who deliberately flaunted themselves.

After Jack Clark had finished talking about his ‘normal’ six-month cultivation experience, everyone’s faces were filled with amazement. They had not expected Jack Clark to have started off so ordinary.

And the fact that he had managed to step by step reach today, surpassing all geniuses and dominating his peers, was entirely due to his own ‘effort’.

Once Jack Clark finished speaking, Marla Fiore couldn’t help but show her envy, her red lips slightly parted as she sighed, “If only I had the talent for cultivation as well.”

Her experiences over this period had suddenly made her feel as if things like being a group secretary or a CEO’s assistant were trivial in comparison to possessing the Transcendent Power of a cultivator.

Mathilda Ward consoled her, “Jessica, cultivation talent varies from person to person; there’s no need to force it if you don’t have it. As long as you think you’re living a splendid life, that’s enough.

“Sometimes not being able to cultivate may not necessarily be a bad thing. For example, my brothers, if they didn’t have the talent for cultivation, they would probably be married with children by now.”

Crystal Boyce also nodded in agreement, “Indeed, it’s easy to lookup to someone like Young Master Gail with his amazing talent, but the responsibilities they carry are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.” “It’s often said that with great power comes great responsibility.”

“While that phrase may not be entirely accurate, in this era, when a person’s abilities grow and they enjoy more rights, they also have to take on more responsibilities.”

“By that time, even if you don’t want to get involved, the forces at play will compel you to keep moving forward, clearing obstacles, and carve out a path to survival for your family and brothers.”

It was clear that the sentiments of the two women were influenced by the Mysterious Martial Sky King; the atmosphere at the dinner table became somewhat heavy.

Then Gwen Gail suddenly blinked her big eyes and looked towards Mathilda Ward, “Sister llisa, are you free tomorrow?”

Mathilda Ward nodded, “I’m free tomorrow, what’s up?”

Her music team and Dance Group would only arrive the day after, so she had nothing to do for the next two days.

Gwen Gail excitedly said, “Let’s go to Forest Mount Nature Park tomorrow. There’s a Mutated Fox Breeding Base there with many new breeds of fox beasts.”

For some reason, this buxom girl seemed very fond of Mathilda Ward; anyone who didn’t know better would think they were sisters.

“That’s fine.” Mathilda Ward smiled warmly and did not refuse.

After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms to wash and brush.

But before returning to his own room, Jack Clark first entered Mathilda Ward’s suite.

The two-bedroom apartment was elegantly furnished, and Jack Clark scanned every corner with sharp eyes, even standing by the window to survey the surroundings.

Despite Sinclair Moore’s assurances that their stay in Green Mountain City would be absolutely safe under his protection, Jack Clark still did not let his guard down..