Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 67 - 67: 67: Be Stronger

Chapter 67: Be Stronger

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The burly man, looking at Jack whose killing intent was soaring, licked his lips, his murderous intent becoming even more intense: “Kid, you must be among the top-most talented in the new students, right?”

In their information, these Senior One trial freshn have only cultivated for two months, each just having made a breakthrough to the Second Layer Heaven – all of them geniuses.

But the youth in front of him, having just entered the Second Layer Heaven, was able to put up a fight against him. This kind of person would definitely belong to the most talented in school.

“The most talented?” Jack’s lips curled into a playful smile, “I’m only ranked 49th on the school’s new student ranking. What do you think about that?” “What, how is that possible!”

The burly man couldn’t believe it. A genius who managed to breakthrough to the Second Layer Heaven in just two months and whose combat power is comparable to the Second Heaven Peak, was ranked only 49th!?

So just how monstrous are the ones in the front?

And these are just freshn from a first-class university in the Eastern Sumr Country of the Federation. Has the Eastern Sumr beco this terrifying?

Or is it that the Koroya people are too incompetent, not being able to breakthrough to the Second Layer Heaven after cultivating for over a decade?

In a mont, the burly man’s life was thrown into doubt by a simple sentence from Jack.

Jack was not interested in wasting ti with him, his voice icy, “Now it’s your turn to take my strike.”

As Jack let out a low roar, his muscles bulged and his whole body suddenly expanded. A brutal and overbearing aura burst out, resembling an enraged elephant.

Boom!

Tattoos appeared on Jack’s body. With a stomp, the floor shook and he instantly transford into a black afterimage. His ears were filled with the shrieking of a raging wind due to his extre speed, resembling thunder.

In his hand, the two-ter-long straight blade struck so swiftly that its physical form almost disappeared, transforming into a red and white light appearing above the burly man’s head.

Simply terrifying speed. It was so fast that the burly man’s consciousness almost couldn’t react, and the red and white light from the blade sent him into a panic.

Under the threat of death, he instinctively raised his knife to block.

Boom! The burly man’s face changed instantly as their knives touched. He felt an unstoppable force, akin to an avalanche or a tsunami.

Crack!

Under the terrifying force, the burly man’s knife fiercely sank and crushed his shoulder blade. Following that, under the overwhelming force of the avalanche and tsunami, he knelt on the ground.

Splat!

Blood spurted from the burly man’s mouth as he was wounded by the strike, followed by an even more intense aura of death advancing on him.

He had no ti to react. A red and white light instantly crossed his neck.

Jack, having instantly killed the burly man, didn’t change his gaze. His figure flickered as he dived from the building. The mont he landed, he turned into a gust of wind and swept over the street, ordinary people only saw a blurry dark shadow flash.

It was not until then that the burly man’s neck spurted hot blood and his body fell with a heavy thud.

The soldiers on the armored vehicle were controlling the heavy machine guns and cannons to suppress the rebels. The horrifying large-caliber bullets left big holes in the walls.

Especially the cannons.

These ordinary brick houses simply could not withstand the heavy machine gun and cannon fire. They were shattered like rubble, along with the rebels behind them.

Boom!

At this mont the main tank unleashed a blast of fire, collapsing an abandoned building dozens of ters away, burying the machine gunner and the rebels inside.

By the ti Jack returned, more than half of the dozens of rebels ambushed around had been killed, and the rest were frightened by the terrifying firepower and were fleeing in panic.

As for Justin Welan and the others, they were in a narrow alley chasing four cultists dressed in black robes, attempting to escape through the complex terrain.

Zac Lyons and White Veil were each holding off one Second Heaven Cultist. They held an overall advantage in strength, but the cultists were more experienced, making it difficult for them to take them down quickly.

Justin Welan, dressed in his battle armor and holding a heavy shield, was engaged in combat with two cultists in another alley. His strong defense allowed him to ignore their attacks, but he also found it difficult to take them down quickly.

Because he lacked a strong offensive thod, he could only continuously charge and block.

However, if any cultist tried to escape, he would exert his full strength, crashing into them and forcing them to avoid revealing their backs.

At this mont, Jack Clark’s figure blinked in the distance, sprinting over with a whistling wind, and the heavy battle boots landed on the ground, emitting a dull vibration.

Seeing him, Justin Welan’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, “Jack, hand over the guy on the left to you.”

“Alright.”bender

Jack Clark’s eyes were icy cold. His figure flickered, covering more than ten ters like a ghost, appearing in front of a sowhat skinny cultist.

Such terrifying speed scared the cultist who held the crescent curved blade and whose aura was in the early stage of Second Layer Heaven. He hurriedly swung several blade shadows at Jack Clark.

Boom! Jack Clark’s right arm muscles swelled, and he swung his blade.

An ear-piercing shriek rose in an instant, tearing through the air and annihilating those blade shadows. The terrifying blow cut the cultist’s curved blade and upper body in two.

Thud!

The broken curved blade and corpse fell to the ground. The blood sprayed out, dyeing the ground red and giving off a strong bloody sll.

Next to the corpse, Jack Clark, in his Dark Red Armor, stood with his blade, emitting an invisible aura of dominance. His murderous aura was intimidating, causing the faces of so civilians peeking from behind their windows to turn pale.

Not only those civilians, but even Justin Welan and the other cultist were frightened by Jack Clark’s power. Everyone was in the Second Layer Heaven, why could you kill him with one slash?

At this ti, Jack Clark slightly turned his head to look at the two, an invisible murderous intent in his eyes sent chills down their spines.

The cultist fighting Justin Welan tensed up suddenly, and his reaction slowed down.

Justin Welan would naturally not miss this opportunity, and his entire physique burst with True Strength.

“Mysterious Martial Heavy Lean.”

With a low shout, Justin Welan’s entire body glowed with an earthy brilliance, and he shot out like a cannonball, his thick shield slamming into the cultist.

With such trendous force, the cultist was slamd into the wall of a bungalow behind him. The wall instantly collapsed, being punched through by a hole with a diater of 3 ters.

Or maybe, half the wall had collapsed.

Cough,cough!

After a few dry coughs, a dusty Justin Welan walked out with his shield, with fresh red blood dripping from the shield covered with sharp spikes.

Having killed an enemy, Justin Welan was in a good mood and couldn’t help but joke, “Jack, 1 feel like you, also in the Second Layer Heaven, are several tis stronger than .”

At this ti, Jack Clark had already put away his murderous intent. He shook his head slightly, “Several tis is exaggerated, I’m only ‘a little’ stronger than you.”

“As for the earlier cultist at the early stage of the Second Layer Heaven, his physique was equivalent to the First Layer Heaven. His blood color True Strength collapsed under my attack, and it’s quite normal for to kill him with one blow in such a situation.”

“If I had to fight him many rounds before killing him, wouldn’t it show that we’re weak, right?”

Justin Welan wasn’t sure, “…But when you put it that way, it does seem right.”

“Wait a minute, why do I feel like you’re calling weak?”

“Mr. Willard, you’re different. Your main Cultivation thod is defense, not strong in attack, being able to pin down two cultists just now already proves your strength.”

“That’s more like it…” The two of them walked out of the alley at this point.

Looking at the two of them covered with dust, Carl Raven jumped down from the Armored Car, expressing concern, “Are you two ok?”

“We’re fine.”

Carl Raven’s face revealed a smile, “That’s good to hear. It was fortunate you were there, otherwise, those guys would have definitely managed to escape after a little disturbance.”

anwhile, Zac Lyons and White Veil also finished off their opponents and walked over, their bodies emitting a bloody sll.

Everyone waited for a mont, and the newly ford law enforcent team arrived. They were in charge of post-battle cleanup while Jack Clark and the others continued their patrol.

It seed that the fight just now was but a minor episode..