Mythical Era: My Electric Eel Clone Can Evolve Infinitely

Chapter 21: Chu Lingjun VS Chen Zhiqi (Part One)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the river, the berserk centipede’s pair of eyes stared at the electric eel clone with a bloodthirsty look, and a threatening sound came out of its throat.

It widened its mouth and spat out ice blades, quickly going into attack mode.

The berserk centipede wiggled its hundreds of legs while shooting and rushed toward the enemy.

The electric eel’s eyes flashed the moment the ice blades were shot out. It did not choose to fight back, but to dodge instead.

The electric eel’s clone moved like a martial arts master. It twisted its body in the perfect angle so that the few ice blades brushed past and shot toward the shore wall behind it.

The huge force of the shot immediately smashed a hole in the wall.

The berserk centipede continued to attack furiously, and more than a dozen ice blades were released again.

The electric eel’s clone still did not fight back. It only twisted its body and kept retreating with every attack.

After dodging dozens of ice blades, the berserk centipede started to heavily pant, looking exhausted.

The icy-blue chill that wrapped around the berserk centipede started to dim. It was like the end of a candle, flickering hesitantly in the wind.

The spiritual and mental energy in this berserk centipede’s body were almost exhausted.

The electric eel’s clone sneered.

“Are you done attacking? Now it’s my turn!”

The electric eel clone stopped retreating and quickly met the berserk centipede head on. The movement of the electric eel caused a huge rumble.

The berserk centipede, which had already run out of energy, did not have the means to fight back. After a moment, its body twitched and it died.

The electric eel dragged the centipede into the cave to enjoy its meal.

[Your Soul Clone has finished eating, fifty experience points gained.]

“Oh my, they’re both Level One exotic beasts, but this berserk centipede gave me fifty experience points?”

Chu Lingjun’s eyes lit up. It seemed that the experience points obtained from devouring exotic beasts were related to the other party’s strength.

The stronger one was, the higher the experience points.

After his meal, he took a break to replenish his mental and spiritual power. Then, the electric eel’s clone came out of the cave and continued to hunt.

The night passed without him realizing it. When Chu Lingjun woke up in the morning, he realized that the data on his interface had significantly changed.

[Name: Chu Lingjun]

[Vitality: 17]

[Spirit: 37]

[Talent: Soul Clone (Electric Eel)]

[Cultivation technique: Cannon Fist (45/100), Fifth National Military Boxing (53/100), Twelve Floors Visualization Method (50/100)]

…

[Name: Electric Eel]

[Level: Level One]

[Experience: 78/1,000]

[Talent: Lightning Control]

[Skills: First-grade Discharge (32/1,000), First-grade Electric Field (45/1,000)]

His vitality had increased by a few points.

The electric eel clone’s experience points grew to 78 points.

Among the prey caught by the electric eel’s clone last night, except for the 50 experience points given by the berserk centipede, the rest were very low.

The proficiency of the Discharge skill and the Electric Field skill had increased as well.

Chu Lingjun smiled bitterly. It would be great if the electric eel clone could also practice martial arts. Then he could completely be a hands-off owner and even hand over the cultivation method to the clone to cultivate.

…

“Lingjun, did you know that Zhou Anqi, Duan Feng, and the others are planning to go to Iron Peak Mountain for training this weekend?”

During the break, Ding Peng walked up to Chu Lingjun and winked at him.

“Oh, why?”

“Because they heard that we progressed quite a lot from the last time we went!” As expected of a high school student, even such a small detail could be compared.

“Hey, why are you focusing on other people? Focus on your cultivation instead.”

Ding Peng chuckled and saw Chu Lingjun’s phone. “What are you up to?” It was about the entrance examination for the second year of high school.

Ever since the electric eel’s clone had advanced to an Early Stage Level One exotic beast, Chu Lingjun’s cultivation had surpassed Zhou Anqi and Duan Feng, who were ranked first in their grade.

This was still without taking into account the strength of their physical martial art skills.

It was only the first week of school, but Chu Lingjun realized that he couldn’t find a worthy opponent among his peers.

Being invincible is really lonely!

Under such circumstances, Chu Lingjun naturally set his sights on his seniors.

He wanted to see his current strength and what level he was compared to the second years.

According to the information from the entrance examination, the average cultivation level of the second year student in Quicksand High School was a Late Stage Level One cultivator, and their vitality was around 90 points.

If his vitality exceeded 100 points, he could advance to Rank Two refined martial artist.

The genius with the highest strength had already broken through to the Early Stage Rank Two.

The average strength of espers was slightly lower than martial artists. At this stage, they might be a Middle Stage Rank One martial artist. It was harder to increase mentality than vitality, so the overall average strength was naturally weaker than martial artists. Of course, the average cultivation here referred to the data after eliminating those students who were not talented in martial arts and had already focused on liberal arts knowledge.

A typical martial artist’s vitality was divided into zero to 33 points for the initial stage, 34 to 66 points for the Middle Stage, and 67 to 99 points for the Late Stage.

At 99 points, he could attempt to convert vitality into true qi and advance to a Rank Two martial artist.

However, this was only a theoretical average. Everyone’s physique was different, and the maximum vitality that their body could accommodate was also different.

For example, some people could only store 80 vitality points. It varied from person to person.

However, no matter how many points it was, there was still a hurdle to convert vitality into true qi. Chu Lingjun researched that many second-year seniors were stuck at this hurdle, and they were on the verge of death trying to accomplish this feat.

There were even some third-years who were stuck because they were not strong enough to conquer the next rank.

Amongst the espers, the one with the highest strength had also broken through to the Early Stage of Rank Two.

However, espers and fighters were different because there were many types of espers, and their power and abilities were all different.

Therefore, for espers, strength was a reference value, not an absolute strength.

For example, a Rank Two esper who specialized in sniping might have a far greater rank than a Rank Three martial artist when they have their weapon in hand.

This was determined by the characteristics of espers.

After reading the information, Chu Lingjun had a rough idea of his cultivation realm.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, he could not compare to his seniors in second year. However, in terms of superpowers, he might be able to catch up to them.

“I’m just looking around.” Chu Lingjun smiled and replied to Ding Peng.

“There are still three weeks left before the monthly exam. You have to work hard to get into the top three and bring glory to our class!”

“Yes, yes. Of course.” Chu Lingjun smiled.

Soon, the liberal art classes in the morning ended and it was time for martial arts training in the afternoon.

After practicing the Fifth National Military Boxing Style, Chen Zhiqi, who was wearing a white training suit and had her hair tied into a high ponytail, walked up to Chu Lingjun.

She stared at Chu Lingjun and recalled the battle on the Iron Peak Mountain yesterday. She looked at Chu Lingjun eagerly and said, “Lingjun, how about we have a sparring contest?”

Chu Lingjun was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked at Chen Zhiqi seriously and said, “I don’t recommend sparring with me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t bully the weak.”

Chen Zhiqi’s cheeks instantly puffed up, and her eyebrows stood up. She stared at Chu Lingjun angrily. “Then I want to see your strength all the more!”

“Alright, alright. As long as you stop complaining, I won’t strike you with lightning.”

Chen Zhiqi turned furious from not being taken seriously. She gritted her teeth and said, “Come on!”

Chu Lingjun smiled and walked to the empty space in the middle of the martial arts hall. Chen Zhiqi also pulled out her wooden sword.

When the people around saw that Chu Lingjun was going to spar with Chen Zhiqi, their eyes lit up and they went around.

Some people even quickly took out snacks from their bags, ready to watch a good show.