When Qin Ze woke up, he found that he had leveled up again.
The clones digested all of the more than one thousand Soul Orb they brought out from the Abyss.
With the help of the cultivation levels reported by his clones, Qin Ze broke through the 4.5 mark in his cultivation level.
The cultivation improvement from low-level feedback is barely noticeable.
Only the feedback from Brother Devour and a few others whose levels were higher than Qin Ze was more noticeable.
Each breakthrough allows him to share about one-third of his Qi and Blood.
Qin Ze is a tank.
At level four, his vitality is comparable to that of a level five person.
Relying solely on feedback from Brother Devour and others, their cultivation progress is far too slow.
Therefore, he had to urge the oxen and horses in the Meditation Group to practice every day.
"Becoming Level Nine Martial Artist is just around the corner!"
Qin Ze clenched his fist, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body, and couldn't help but want to shout out Master Ye's famous quote.
Before eight o'clock, Qin Ze made a rare trip to the training room to test his current strength.
After some testing, it was found that, with all his buffs activated, a level 4.5 player like him could easily go toe-to-toe with a level 6 player in a few moves.
He wouldn't be killed in a single encounter.
As for the ordinary level five.
Excuse me, who are you?
The most powerful buff at this stage is the newly acquired Desolate God Bloodline.
Besides making him incredibly tanky, requiring a massive amount of blood and energy for each breakthrough, the Desolate God Bloodline also laid the foundation for him to fight beyond his level.
This makes his physical strength and vitality even slightly higher than those of an ordinary level five.
Activating the Desolate God Power, which is the " Saiyan " state of the Abyss, would be enough to kill an unsuspecting Level 5 beginner with a single full-force slap.
Add to that the Fire Movement Technique, various mutation states, and the Three-Second Real Man, and it can hold its own against a level six character.
" The Source of God is truly a wonderful thing."
"I hope I'll have the chance to visit the Cloud Clan's treasury someday; there should be quite a bit of Source of God inside."
Qin Ze started dreaming in broad daylight.
What he's more curious about now is whether the Source of God contains only the Desolate God Bloodline.
Is it possible to awaken another bloodline?
If just one Desolate God is this powerful, he dares not even imagine what would happen if another god were added.
All five members of Brother Devour have broken through to level five.
A total of 682 low-level Soul Orb were consumed.
The remaining Soul Orb were distributed by Brother Devour to Qin Ze's one hundred strongest clones, as Qin Ze had requested.
After absorbing the nutrients, the average level of these one hundred people reached level 2.5.
For now, farming some old, weak, sick, and disabled monsters in the Abyss will be enough.
After leaving the training room, Qin Ze felt refreshed.
The rewards for the Rookie of the Year competition will be distributed soon.
The awards ceremony was originally scheduled for yesterday.
However, something unexpected happened on the day of the competition.
They're still cleaning up the mess.
"Excuse me, student, please wait a moment."
Qin Ze was about to return to his dormitory when he was suddenly stopped in his way.
The person blocking the way was none other than the Maka Race ambassador who had attended the Hundred Schools Competition.
"Is something the matter?"
The Maka Race ambassador smiled and said, "Indeed, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you, Qin."
"Does Qin have some time now?"
"No."
Qin Ze brushed past the other person.
Swish--
The Maka Race ambassador reappeared in front of Qin Ze in a flash.
"I checked Qin's schedule; she has no classes today."
Qin Ze raised an eyebrow. "I'm in a hurry to cultivate."
The Maka Race ambassador took out a purified Soul Orb: "Is this enough?"
Qin Ze took the Soul Orb and weighed it in his hand. "D-rank?"
"Of course not."
"I can cultivate for at least one S-Rank Soul Orb per day."
Not content with just words, Qin Ze deftly slipped the Soul Orb into his pocket.
The Maka Race ambassador twitched the corner of his mouth, but remained silent.
"I do have something important to discuss with Qin."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his right palm, and a pale purple flame pulsed rhythmically with his breathing.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.
Fire Movement Technique.
Although the colors are different, there are also slight differences in the details of the breathing techniques.
But overall it's Fire Movement Technique.
How do the Maka Race know Fire Movement Technique?
Isn't this the very foundation of the Blue Flame People's race?
Several questions flashed through Qin Ze's mind in an instant.
Seeing the other party's reaction, the Maka Race ambassador smiled.
"Does Qin have time now?"
"No."
Qin Ze walked straight ahead.
Whether the Maka Race knows Fire Movement Technique or not is none of his business.
This smiling Maka Race ambassador clearly has something up his sleeve.
What if they saw his amazing performance in the competition and wanted to nip this future Human Race in the bud?
The Maka Race ambassador stood there, stunned for a moment.
He was a little confused.
I've already been so direct, why is the other person still ignoring me?
"If you're worried about safety, Qin, we can just find a coffee shop or something on the street, and you can decide."
The Maka Race ambassador stopped Qin Ze again.
Qin Ze went left, so he went left too.
Qin Ze went to the right, and so did he.
He seemed determined to follow me to the ends of the earth if I didn't come with him.
"I really want to cultivate." Qin Ze shrugged.
The Maka Race ambassador pondered for a moment, "After this is done, I will give you another D-grade Soul Orb."
Qin Ze: "S-rank? I'm the future star of the Human Race. Have you ever seen a future star who's only worth a D-rank Soul Orb?"
The Maka Race ambassador gritted his teeth.
He had never seen such a shameless person.
If he didn't need their help, he would have loved to slap them to death.
Grade C.
A.
The Maka Race ambassador pleaded earnestly, "I'm just a low-ranking, unappreciated ambassador, not as wealthy as you think."
Qin Ze sighed, "Fine, you've had a tough time too. Come with me, I'm hungry."
The Maka Race ambassador finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thirty minutes later, the Maka Race ambassador looked at the bowl full of spicy hot pot in front of him, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.
It should be extra spicy and numbing.
Qin Ze was enjoying his meal. Seeing that the ambassador hadn't touched his chopsticks, he said, "This mala tang is the best in the whole Sea Capital. You should try it."
The Maka Race ambassador looked around.
The small shop, measuring 30 to 40 square meters, had six tables, making it feel a bit cramped.
The tables were all occupied, and the room was extremely noisy.
Although he was an ambassador on a foreign mission, he was still a member of the nobility; when had he ever been to a place like this before?
He cursed under his breath, repeatedly calling them "lower class," but he still had to put on a forced smile.
"This isn't the place to talk. How about I take you for a cup of tea after we finish eating?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "Let's talk here."
"We're all ordinary people. Nobody knows your identity, and nobody cares what I say."
"After all, who would have thought that a dignified ambassador of the Maka Race would condescend to come to a place like this?"
The Sea Capital Law Enforcement Department is right across the street from where he goes; this was a place he specifically chose.
Who knows what that old man is up to?
If he really had ill intentions, he would run straight to the Law Enforcement Department.
After a moment's hesitation, the Maka Race ambassador finally compromised.
I have a question for you.
"Who taught you your Fire Movement Technique?"