Devouring the starry sky, the clone evolves into a primordial behemoth.

Chapter 3 Strength Test

After buying twenty pounds of raw meat at the supermarket, Chen Mo returned home.

After one evolution, the clone's length and weight did not increase significantly; however, its scales became denser, and the deep black scales gleamed with a metallic sheen, as if cast from molten iron.

As usual, Chen Mo made his clone swallow the raw meat, and then began to look forward to the familiar heat.

As usual, the calories would appear a few minutes after the clone ate, lasting for more than ten hours, during which Chen Mo's physical fitness would also be significantly improved.

coming!

As expected, the heat arrived on schedule, and Chen Mo finally felt relieved. He was afraid that this ability would suddenly disappear after one evolution.

As long as his physical fitness continues to improve steadily, Chen Mo is confident that he can reach the standard of an advanced student within ten days.

Before the gene upgrade, my strength was steadily increasing every day, and the increase was on an increasing trend. Now, with 1.8 times the gene, it will be more than enough to reach the standard of an advanced student in ten days.

This is also the reason why Chen Mo decisively gave up his job. In the past, he sent most of his monthly salary to his family and kept a small portion for living expenses. Now he has saved about 10,000 yuan. Even if he spends an average of 500 yuan a day on meat, it will be enough for ten days.

He needs to use these ten days to quickly familiarize himself with his physical strength and strive to pass the advanced student assessment directly.

Once I become a senior student, whether I become a private instructor or a private bodyguard, I can easily earn ten or twenty thousand a month. Who would still want to work hard in a factory? My parents wouldn't have to go to work anymore either; they could all stay home and enjoy their retirement.

Perhaps it won't be long before the clone can undergo a second evolution, at which point my strength will definitely increase significantly, directly reaching the standard of a quasi-martial artist. Then, in August, I can participate in the practical assessment and become a true martial artist.

Once you become a martial artist, you can hunt monsters in the wilderness. You can easily make millions or tens of millions of dollars. At that time, you can buy as many houses as you want, as many luxury cars as you want, and date as many girlfriends as you want.

I've been a virgin in two lifetimes, so what's wrong with having a few more girlfriends?

Just as Chen Mo was daydreaming, reality suddenly dealt him a heavy blow: the heat in his body was gone.

It's only been less than two hours, how could it be gone already! Chen Mo broke out in a cold sweat.

An instinctive hunger emanated from the clone's consciousness—a craving for higher-grade food. It seemed that ordinary meat could no longer satisfy the clone's needs, and the energy derived from it was insufficient to significantly enhance the strength of both the clone and the original body.

This completely silenced Chen Mo.

Since ordinary meat is of little use, does that mean we have to eat monster meat? Even the lowest grade and worst quality monster meat costs over a hundred per pound.

Currently, my clone consumes over ten kilograms of flesh a day, which is equivalent to one or two thousand yuan. After a few days, it might consume twenty or thirty kilograms, at which point the daily cost would be several thousand yuan. Is my current ten thousand yuan really enough to support me until I become a senior student?

Even if I become a senior student or even a quasi-martial artist, can I afford to support my clones, which cost tens of thousands a day?

As for releasing them into the wilderness, that's not even a consideration in the short term. If they were killed or eaten by monsters, all their hopes would be dashed.

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time and deal with the rest later." Chen Mo sighed helplessly, put his phone in his pocket, turned around and went out to buy meat.

Low-grade animal meat is available in some large supermarkets. Chen Mo bought it in just over ten minutes: 15 jin of iron-haired wild boar meat for 1800 yuan.

Iron-haired wild boar, a low-level beast soldier, generally weighs around 500 jin (250 kg). Its flesh and blood, along with other materials, are worth about 10,000 yuan. Any warrior-level martial artist can hunt it.

However, when sold to ordinary people, the meat alone can fetch tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention the most valuable part: the fur. This is the difference between martial artists and ordinary people.

As the clone swallowed all the Iron-haired Wild Boar meat, a surge of intense heat quickly entered Chen Mo's body. This time, the power far surpassed any previous one, and he even had the illusion that he was about to be burst by this power.

This time, the heat returned to normal and did not completely dissipate until the next morning. Chen Mo watched as his clone grew from two meters to three meters overnight, and his torso also became a whole size thicker.

Looking at the python clone, now as thick as a thigh and three meters long, and its empty stomach, Chen Mo felt a tremor in his heart.

This guy must be eating a lot of meat now.

Fortunately, the surge in power within his body also provided Chen Mo with enough comfort. He felt that his strength had increased by at least 10kg!

"Who cares? As long as my strength grows quickly, what's a little money!" Chen Mo gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and went out to buy meat again.

This round trip cost over 3000 yuan, and 32 jin of meat was barely enough to eat.

By the time it was fully digested the next day, the clone had grown to 4 meters long and weighed almost 50 kilograms!

We can't afford to raise them, we simply can't afford it!

Chen Mo spent all his remaining savings to buy fifty catties of beast meat, which his clone then devoured before heading out to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Today is Wednesday, the day of the advanced student assessment. He needs to complete the assessment so that he can use his advanced student status to find a higher-paying job.

As for the preliminary martial artist assessment, that will have to wait until March 1st, while the martial artist combat assessment will have to wait until August 1st in the second half of the year.

The martial arts school's beginner and intermediate students can take daily tests, which can be completed independently on a machine. The school will automatically upload the test results to determine whether they have met the standards for beginner or intermediate students.

Advanced students are relatively rare, so an assessment point is specially set up every Wednesday, where the director personally assesses the students' performance and issues student certificates.

The advanced student assessment site was located on the first floor of the advanced student teaching building. At this time, the hall, which could accommodate thousands of people, was already packed with people. Many of them came to watch the spectacle and see how many people could pass the assessment and become one of the few advanced students.

"Brother Mo!" As soon as Chen Mo appeared, shouts arose from the crowd, and soon the shouts spread and became a chorus.

It's obvious that there are mostly beginner students here, given the large number of them. And Chen Mo's reputation has already spread among the beginner students in the past two days.

With punching power approaching that of an advanced student and speed exceeding the standard of a quasi-martial artist, at only nineteen years old, it would be difficult for him not to become famous.

"Brother Mo is here!"

"I knew Brother Mo would come!"

"I told you that one of our junior trainees has a speed that exceeds the standard for a quasi-martial artist, and you didn't believe me. Open your dog eyes and take a good look in a moment."

Amidst the cheers of the junior students, everyone present, whether junior or senior, instinctively cast curious glances at Chen Mo. The crowd even parted to make way for him.

"Interesting. There's someone like this in the beginner's training building? Is he deliberately hiding his abilities or just bragging?" The martial arts school's higher-ups were also somewhat surprised by this scene, and their eyes gleamed with a hint of shrewdness.

"Instructor, I'm here to register for the assessment." Chen Mo walked up to the assessment instructor and showed his student ID, which clearly stated—Beginner Student, Chen Mo. He hadn't had time to change his ID yet.

"Scan your ID." The instructor nodded to Chen Mo. It was not uncommon for intermediate trainees not to have renewed their IDs.

"Beep!"

Chen Mo's identity information appeared on the screen, and his grades showed that he had indeed qualified as an intermediate student.

"Go to the back of the line," the instructor said to Chen Mo.

"Yes, instructor."

Chen Mo walked to the back of the line to wait for the assessment, ignoring the discussions and stares of the people around him, appearing calm and collected.

"I wonder how many more advanced students this assessment will bring in." The martial arts school director, Lin Zhong, looked at the dozens of people who had signed up and thought to himself. His gaze lingered on Chen Mo for a moment, paying special attention to this student who had caused such a sensation.

The fastest part of the assessment was the punching power test. Chen Mo was called in less than ten minutes. Among the dozens of people ahead of him, only two weighed over 800 kg, and both were around 25 years old.

People seem to be more eager to see Chen Mo's test results, whether he passes or fails.

Standing in front of the punching power testing machine, Chen Mo didn't prepare much. After taking his position, he threw a punch, which landed like a cannonball.

Bang! !

The numbers on the screen jumped around for a while, and finally settled on - 813kg!

Advanced trainee, qualified!

Lin nodded. To have this much strength at nineteen years old was already quite good, but of course, it was only quite good.

After testing his punching power, Chen Mo ignored everyone's reactions and walked directly towards the speed testing device, where he was the first to test his speed.

Whoosh!

31.4m/s!

Exceeding the advanced student standard by 11.4 m/s! Exceeding the quasi-martial artist standard by 6.4 m/s!

The testing hall fell into an inexplicable silence, and an unusual atmosphere permeated the hall.

Soon, it was Chen Mo's turn to have his neural reaction speed tested, and he stepped into the testing room without hesitation.

The liger's agility attribute in his genes seemed to have been awakened, and combined with Chen Mo's own lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged the rubber bullets one by one in the testing room.

Soon, a minute passed, and the test results were displayed—

Neural reaction speed: 0 hits in 60 seconds, no red light contact, advanced student gets full marks!

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