Clive, who was reminded to get off the car, quickly walked home.
At this time, a boy shouted at him, "Clive, Clive, which high school are you going to enter?"
Clive, who wanted to go home quickly, did not hear him. He ran toward his own hut with a gust of wind.
"Hmph, very arrogant," the boy's female companion said.
"Don't say that. Clive isn't usually like this. I think he must have something urgent to do to leave so quickly."
"I think he looks down on you. To think you still want to share some information about the exam with him."
The boy smiled bitterly and did not argue anymore.
After all, she was his girlfriend. He could not argue with her over an outsider, right.
After the Great Cataclysm, in order to ensure the continuation of the human race, at the same time, the human physique had also strengthened a lot, so the age of marriage and the time of childbirth had been greatly advanced.
"Hey, look at the crowd over there. What are they doing?" The girl pointed at the crowd in the park.
When the two of them got closer, they realized that the people were discussing a broken dynamometer.
"Whose naughty child did this?"
"A child can't break this. I think it's a thief."
"Thief? What's the use of a thief stealing a dynamometer? I think it must have been broken by someone's child."
"The police are here," someone in the crowd shouted.
Not long after, a man and a woman walked over.
The male police officer saw the crack at the joint of the dynamometer and his eyes narrowed.
"Are there any high-level Martial Masters in your neighborhood?"
"High-level Martial Master? That's impossible. The only middle-level Martial Master in our neighborhood moved away three years ago."
"That's right. After becoming a Martial Master, you can easily find a job and earn tens of thousands of yuan. Who would still live here?"
The policewoman heard the captain's voice.
"Captain Zhang, do you think this was broken by someone?"
"I've seen this kind of broken mark a few times when I was training in the army. There are often monsters there that explode the dynamometer with astonishing strength. The broken mark is exactly the same as here."
"Captain Zhang was also in the army? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
"Now that all of them have become Great Grandmasters, even the weakest one is a Grandmaster. Their statuses are too far apart, so naturally, there's no need to mention it. After seeing this mark today, it reminded me of what happened before."
"Take a picture of this place and keep it as a record. Report it to the higher-ups. Perhaps it was a high-level Fighter or Martial Master who passed by on a whim. This kind of powerhouse isn't someone we can deal with."
Clive, who had caused this sensation, had indeed hidden his skills and fame in his small room and started to study the 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand' in his hand.
This 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand' was originally a profound rank cultivation method, so it was difficult to cultivate.
At the same time, the meridians inside were written according to the bones and meridians of mixed-blood species, so it was very difficult for ordinary humans to read it, let alone cultivate it.
If he made a mistake during practice, he would suffer internal injuries at the slightest, and his martial arts would be completely ruined at the worst.
However, for Clive, who had a hundred times more talent, these were not a problem.
He had already simulated a hundred little people in his mind to practice, and he had found a suitable route.
Just as he was engrossed in his study, there was suddenly a knock on the door.
Clive's grandma's voice came from outside the door.
"Grandson, it's time to eat."
"No, grandma, I'm not hungry today. You eat first."
Clive closed his eyes.
"Come down, I have something to say to you today," said Cornell in a serious voice from downstairs.
"What are you doing? Don't scare your grandson."
Although Clive can now beat his grandfather with a finger, the iron-blooded temperament and the pressure from childhood or made Clive cowardly.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely serious. Clive was also racking his brain to think of what he had done to make his grandfather angry.
So he could quickly apologize and let his grandfather vent his anger.
After Clive emptied the bowl of rice and licked every grain of rice into his stomach, Cornell opened his mouth.
"The force meter in the neighborhood broke today."
"Oh, really? Who broke it? Damn it, I still want to test how much strength I have."
Clive glanced at the ceiling.
Cornell did not say anything and took out a stack of cash from below.
"Here's fifty thousand cash. The money for a new dynamometer is forty thousand, and the other ten thousand is compensation."
"Grandpa! This is more than twenty years of savings," Clive said anxiously.
"Hmph." Cornell stood up unhappily. "In the future, you will do more things that others don't know about, but I hope you can remember what is right and what is wrong."
Back in his room, Clive was filled with self-blame, but he secretly clenched his fists. He must become stronger and bring a better life to his family.
When the moon was full in the middle of the night, Clive finally finished the first round of the 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand'.
Then he began to practice, and soon finished the first round of circulation.
And this triggered the Origins Scripture in his body. The meridians in the Origins Scripture began to merge with the circulation route of the 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand', taking its essence and removing its dregs.
Then the origins scripture in his mind formed a human body model of equal proportions.
The hands had been lit up, but the feet and head were still dim.
Curious, Clive began to perceive why some places were lit up and some places were dim.
But later, he was surprised to find that in those places, he could feel the aura of the martial arts he had practiced before.
For example, the stone opening fist, the air shattering fist, or the 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand' that he had recently practiced.
He could not sense the aura of the martial arts in the other dark places.
At this moment, Clive immediately understood the evolutionary path of his origin scripture.
That was to devour the corresponding martial arts of each part of the body.
The Origins Scripture that he had created now only devoured ordinary martial arts such as the 'Tablet Opening Fist'.
But on second thought, he had already read over a hundred cultivation techniques in the bookstore, from body techniques to eye techniques.
Why did he not light up the other parts of the Origins Scripture?
Then, he started to use his hundred times talent to deduce.
In the end, he realized that the cultivation techniques in those bookstores were too low-grade, and devouring them was not enough to let the Origins Scripture evolve.
That was because those martial arts manuals in the bookstores were all yellow-rank cultivation techniques, and even the 'Kaibei Fist' was only a high-grade yellow-rank cultivation technique.
And the origins scripture that was born by gathering their essence was a black-rank cultivation technique from birth, and could no longer evolve by devouring yellow-rank cultivation techniques.
If one wanted to become an earth-rank cultivation technique, one had to devour a whole set of black-rank cultivation techniques.
After the origin scripture became an earth-rank cultivation technique, if he devoured a whole set of earth-rank cultivation techniques, he would have the possibility of becoming a heaven-rank cultivation technique!
Thinking of this, Clive suddenly felt his whole body burning.
The sky-high price cultivation technique was the foundation of a country.
It could be said that a country without a heaven-rank cultivation technique was nothing more than a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Thinking of the fact that he would have a heaven-rank cultivation technique, Clive's body slightly trembled.
Perhaps he would have a nation of his own in the future?
A strange excitement rose in his heart.