Vogue sat cross-legged on his bed and gestured for his three clones to sit with him in the sa position. Four extrely similar people staring into each other’s eyes was incredibly weird, even for Vogue who had roughly jamd himself inside his fat landlady’s hole.
He closed his eyes and spoke.
’Upgrade Moon Swallowing Technique and max it!’
[-100 PP]
[Ding! Moon Swallowing Technique (Ordinary) has been upgraded to Moon-Star Devouring Technique (Human)]
[Moon-Star Devouring Technique ](Human Grade)
[Skill Unlocked]
[Steller Cells(Passive): Unlock hidden cells in the body to evolve(0/20%)
[Perfect Breath Moon-Star Cycle (Passive): During full moon, breathing occurs automatically, even during sleep, unconsciousness, or near death.]
Vogue was genuinely stunned. He hadn’t expected to unlock two hidden passive skills just from upgrading the breathing technique to the next level.
From what he could tell from the description of th first skill, it ans even after he evolved 100 percent of his cells, the breathing technique would produce 20% percent more cell for him to unlock which an that his strength would increase even further.
The second skill was the most broken. He no longer needs to concentrate to cultivate, he could actually walk while his body would unconsciously cultivate in its own. Even when he was sleeping, unconscious or dying, his body would never stop cultivating that breathing technique!
There was rumor about it back at Aries Star school but Vogue didn’t believe it cause it was too far fetched. For soone to cultivate while walking, doesn’t that an the person could beco god just by sleeping?
As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt sothing change in his body. With every breath he took, a warm sensation would fill his belly before spreading out and dissipating into his cells, slowly evolving them bit by bit without any conscious effort on his part.
"It’s really working." Vogue whistled in surprise. He couldn’t help himself and needed more pain points.
"Get up and follow ." He commanded one of his clones which did as it was told.
Vogue grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and handed it to the clone. Then he gave it a direct ntal command to slice his hand off at the wrist. The clone didn’t hesitate for even a second. It imdiately raised the knife and cut off Vogue’s left hand in one clean motion. Blood spurted from the wound.
[ 00 Pain points]
[Self inflicted pain doesn’t count]
Vogue grumbled and then activated his regeneration ability, and within seconds his severed hand grew back completely. Instantly, the severed arm in the sink disintegrated to nothingness.
It was dawn which ant it was ti to sleep. He as pretty much exhausted from today’s battle and stressed out after the fiasco with Fatty Karen.
He didn’t recall his clones and slept off. With his clones cultivating, he could simply sleep soundly and then wake up to reap the fruit of their labor.
———-
WhiteHaven District, Wynter Family House.
Claire Villa.
In a private training arena inside the luxurious estate, two teenage girls were sparring with each other at incredible speeds.
Their movents were so fast that a normal human eye wouldn’t be able to see even a trace of their shadows as they moved across the arena floor.
Explosions rang out like grenade with shockwaves blasting through the entire place like the aftermath of a missile.
Each fists released sonic booms that made the wind shriek and explode from fiction as they attacked each other.
After sparring intensely for nearly half an hour, one of the girls suddenly waved her hand in the air, looking tired and breathing hard. "Ah! Let’s stop for now, my hands are killing !"
The girl that just spoke was a brown haired girl no more than 16 years old. She had warm brown eyes and a pretty, friendly face that was usually filled with bright smiles. Her na was Hazel.
While the other girl had icy pale-blue hair with ocean like eyes. Her expression wasn’t cold as though she was the north pole itself. She is Claire.
Hazel drank a mouth full of water from her bottle and then pouted. "You’ve grown even stronger. Did you have a breakthrough on your body building art?"
Claire shook her head as she wiped her face with a clean towel. "Sort of."
She replied with a shrug an started undressing.
Hazel replied with an ’Oh.’ She knew better than to push Claire for details when she didn’t want to share. After removing her own sports bra and tight training shorts, she followed Claire toward the private bathroom attached to the training arena.
"I rembered you were stuck at the second level, did your ancestor help you with it?" Turning on the hot shower, the steam began filling the spacious bathroom as Claire and Hazel stood facing each other.
Hazel squeezed so expensive soap on her hands and then began washing Claire’s upper body, playfully pinching her friend’s nipple and giggling mischievously.
Claire glared at her in mock anger and did hers back as they laughed and joked in the bathroom.
If Vogue were to see this scene, there is no telling what he would willingly sacrifice to join them!
"Rember Vogue? You ex-boyfriend?" Claire suddenly said.
Hazel’s playful hands paused in their washing motion. She was quiet for a mont before nodding slowly, "Yeah. I broke up with him 2 weeks ago. Why? Did sothing happen?"
"Are you sure he’s trash and only evolved 20 percent of his cells?" Claire asked seriously.
Hazel frowned and looked at her best friend weirdly. "Yeah, I’m absolutely sure. I went with him to do the official evolution test, and the machine clearly showed 20 percent cell evolution. With that kind of pathetically low strength, he won’t survive the Olympic Trial and would probably turn into a Sun-Fiend in the first hour."
Claire frowned an knew her friend was telling the truth. But if that really was the case, how did Vogue manage to raise his strength from 20% to 70% in just two weeks.
"Why are you asking of him." Hazel asked again.
"It’s nothing important really. I just happened to see him yesterday when I was out, that’s all." Claire paused, then added more gently, "Also, I know you actually really liked him deep down. And can’t stand the thought of him turning into a Sun-Fiend. It’s the main reason you broke up with him right?"
Hazel snorted. "Who likes that trash? I need to get ho before my curfew. Let’s hurry up."
——————-
Bouncy Gold Club.
"Are you sure it was him?"
Gerald frowned and asked his lackey again.
Kyle imdiately nodded his head. "Yes Gerald. I saw him going to the Titan Hall by himself with no single scratch on his body."
Gerald leaned back against his chair and caress the ass if the lady seated on his lap.
The lady shyly looked at him. "Young master."
Gerald ignored her and was deep in thought.
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