My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 62: Reaching Peak of Martial Trainee!

Chun Ma contemplated this for the entire night. He might know the theory about it, but didn’t know how to go about it.

Knowing and actually doing it, these two things were completely different. Like, what was he supposed to do?

Learn punches and kicks?

Soon, the morning arrived, and he woke up as usual, then ate a sumptuous meal of warm white bread, beans, and rice.

It was simple but hearty, and enough to satisfy both the appetite of the tongue and his stomach.

Anyway, as he was eating his meal, the bracers made him frown in discomfort:

"I have somehow gotten used to it, but the weight is still there, and the pain has not gone away."

Although it hurt a lot, even now, he still felt pain all over his body, his body was being strengthened at the same time, and the pain was in a copable amount.

"This genius skill with my title stacking together is really awesome."

Chun Ma felt like if he wore this for a week or so, he should be able to successfully adapt to the weight and gain so much power, but the thing is, he didn’t have such time:

’I have already calculated. In the martial world, time is slower by one fourth of a second, four days here is one day in the main world. Drayken’s growth is much higher than mine comparatively; however, his world is only half as slow as the main world, so I can still help the main body out much more than him.’

’Still, not much time is left to help out the main body. I should think of a better solution for now.’

Chun Ma was planning his course of action while eating his food.

The people around him couldn’t help but glance in envy and jealousy, drooling from the corners of their mouths.

Rim Soo-Yun walked over to him and sat beside him with a drooling expression as well:

"Can I eat some?"

"No," Chun Ma curtly replied and turned around to eat at his own pace.

"Fine," Rim Soo-Yun shrugged with a grumble. "You didn’t have to reject it so coldly."

Anyway, as the two were eating their lunch, a thud sound came, which made Rim Soo-Yun look curiously. It was the little twerp kneeling on the floor with a trembling body as he gasped out:

"Please forgive me. I didn’t have eyes to see your greatness. I am just an inexperienced brat," he loudly slapped himself, his cheeks stinging. "I hope you will be magnanimous enough to forgive me."

Chun Ma didn’t even stop for a moment, continuing to eat in the dead silence that soon followed.

After finishing his meal, he handed the plate and bowl to the servant and walked away, leaving the trembling figure bowing all the way.

In just a few minutes after Chun Ma left, the little twerp stood up with gritted teeth and hatred in his eyes:

"This guy is not so easy..." Then he turned toward the others. "What are you looking at? Is there anything to see?"

Seeing the madman, everyone hurriedly withdrew.

Then it was time for training again.

Chun Ma was as steady as ever, but he completed this time in fifth. The difference from the previous day and this day was completely inconceivable.

Even the bearded instructor rubbed his eyes, shock wasn’t the only thing he felt. He felt like his mind was shaken:

’Even I, a Second-stage Martial Artist, would face difficulty with this, but this kid could do so with such ease. His raw strength is already reaching my level.’

’And his skin is glistening with Qi. He must have already reached Martial Trainee.’

The bearded instructor gulped his patched throat. His vision was shaky and blurry; he didn’t feel like he could even stand on his two feet right now:

’I can’t teach this calamity.’

Even the tale of their founders seemed pale in comparison to the calamity he was seeing right now.

"Instructor, Instructor."

Chun Ma called out with a smile on his face.

"Yes?" He woke up from his reverie, looking at him with a calm and intimidating expression, before a book appeared in front of him.

"Can you answer my query?"

"What do you wanna ask? If it is about the third step of this technique, I can’t answer that."

"I see." Chun Ma retracted the book and went away.

At night, he expanded his second acupoint in the Du Mai meridian and could visibly feel the energy increase in his body.

’Hmm? My height seems to be increasing. My body is growing back to being an adult again.’

Chun Ma had grown by an inch or two already. Although it wasn’t much of a leap, it was still progress. He still had to go through twenty-six meridians again.

On the third day, the training resumed, and he came fourth. At night, he expanded the third acupoint.

On the fourth day, the training continued, and he came third, expanding the fourth and fifth acupoints.

On the fifth day, he came second, beating Rim Soo-Yun, who used to be second, and opened three meridians.

On the sixth day, he came in neck and neck with Number 14, who was a brawny man with long black hair. They both reached down the hill at the same time.

"Just, what are you?" Number 14 asked with a hoarse voice.

"I am Chun Ma."

At night, Chun Ma expanded seven acupoints, and he still needed to expand fourteen more.

"Sigh, tomorrow will be the last day." Chun Ma stood up, sweat dripping from his shirtless body.

He didn’t want to make his clothes dirty, as they needed to wash them themselves.

"I should be able to expand the other fourteen acupoints today and get stronger."

He tightened his fist, feeling energy coursing through him. His body was toned and muscular, with six-packs.

Although every meridian expansion was a small increase in strength, the accumulative strength was really satisfying.

Tomorrow quickly came, and Chun Ma was still contemplating "Will" and how he would actually gain it.

This time, he really outran even Number Fourteen and came in first place, wearing 140kg weights!

This was the first time in the history of the Demonic Cult that this had happened!

But Chun Ma didn’t care, he focused his attention on his Martial Space.