Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 91 – Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Blow, Blow Hard!

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Blow, Blow Hard!

Translator: 549690339

Similar to when Jack and his friends arrived, the new students lined up to collect their weapons and luggage with battle armor after getting off the plane.

At this time, Jack and the others also went over.

Jack politely said, “Hello, teachers, my name is Jack, and these are my classmates. We are all from South Sky Martial Height.”

“Because Teacher Lyons and Commander Raven from the garrison had urgent matters and couldn't come, I am responsible for picking you up and taking you back to the Base Hotel.”

At this moment, Jack wasn't wearing his helmet; his handsome face and polite manner immediately made the two teachers feel good about him.

One of the male teachers with a cultured and refined temperament smiled and said, “Hello, Student Clark and everyone else, I am Emmitt Wesley, a teacher from Kenny Harper.”

The other teacher, who had a strong build and looked like a sports coach, also courteously said, “I am Jerrold West, the team leader and teacher from Los Angeles Martial Height. Thank you for your help this time.”

As Jack greeted the teachers, the new students who had just arrived looked at them curiously.

Or rather, these new students were mainly looking at the exaggerated battle armor of Justin Welan and the others, each of them shining golden and having gorgeous wings, full of chunibyo vibes.

Facing those gazes, Justin Welan and the others didn't feel ashamed. Instead, they held their helmets in their left hands and puffed out their chests proudly.

Pfft!

One of the new students, a handsome youth, couldn't help but sneer, “These guys are too funny, modifying their battle armor like this.”

“Don't they know that the original design of this battle armor took into account factors such as load, defense, speed, and flexibility before determining its form?”

“Now they've added so many metal wings and thickened armor, the burden of excessive weight will greatly affect their flexibility and speed, causing more harm than good.”

As soon as the youth finished speaking, Justin Welan became unhappy, “Brother over there, you're being superficial. Without thickened armor on the battlefield, even sniper bullets can't be blocked. One shot and you're down.”

“At that time, flexibility and speed are useless. Staying alive is the most important thing.”

Meanwhile, Marcus Lee echoed, “Exactly, those newcomers don't know anything. They've never seen a charge through the hail of bullets and the barrage of thousands of rebels.”

“Yeah, I remember when I carried a heavy machine gun and swept through it, charged up and collapsed the bunker with a single sword strike, killing both men and bunker,” Mullen Weisz boasted without politeness.

The mocked White Veil pointed to the armor on his chest, which had an indentation, and sneered, “Look at this, when 1 was attacked by a blood disciple, I was directly hit in the chest by a sniper bullet.”

“According to the normal armor defense, they would've punched a hole the size of a fist. Now you tell me, does flexibility and defense matter?”

“This's just a bullet; on the battlefield, various shells and fragments are flying everywhere. Look at my back armor; at that time, it was hit by fragments of a heavy artillery shell.”

“If it were your current lightweight armor, it wouldn't be just muscle swelling; my spine would've been penetrated and broken…”

When faced with those students who had arrived earlier, talking about either resisting heavy machine gun fire or charging through the hail of bullets and barrage of thousands of rebels, the new students were immediately silenced.

However, not everyone was so gullible. One male student pointed to Jack, “That's not right. If thickening armor is so useful, why didn't that person modify his battle armor?”

“You're talking about Jack. Can he be compared with ordinary people?” Justin Welan's gaze was strange.

Zac Lyons nodded, “That's right, Jack is different from us. He's our South Sky Martial Height's genius. Several Third Layer Heaven immortals have already died at his hands.”

“Apart from that, he once entered a rebel camp alone, and after killing many rebel cultivators, he killed a Level 3 Mutated Black Bull with a single slash.”

Hiss!

Hearing Jack killing a Level 3 Mutant Beast with a single slash, the new students who knew what that meant instantly gasped, looking in shock at the handsome youth.

Some of the female students had eyes that sparkled, making Jack a bit embarrassed.

Damn, those guys exaggerated too much.

Especially the one who talked about the back armor being hit by an artillery shell fragment. That was obviously a small dent that was caused by practicing with Marcus Lee yesterday.

However, only Jack and his friends knew the truth.

At this moment, the new students, as well as teachers Emmitt Wesley and Jerrold West, couldn't really tell what was true and what was false.

Before they arrived, they knew that Lester City was one of Koroya City, and there had indeed been a battle fought previously that eliminated over two thousand rebel remnants.But the problem was, killing a Level 3 Mutant Beast, and one known for its defense and strength among the Bovine Mutant Beasts, even if this student named Jack Clark had incredible strength, it shouldn't be possible, right?

Unless his cultivation level was already at the Third Layer Heaven, and he was practicing a top-tier Advanced Skill making him this powerful, but how could that be possible?

It's only been two and a half months since Senior One started, excluding the time for Foundation Establishment, to break through the Third Layer in two months, this kind of monster… Thinking of this, the two teachers couldn't help but exchange glances.

No wonder he was chosen as the representative for the welcoming committee.

For a moment, both teachers regarded Jack Clark as South Sky Martial Height's Monster Genius.

They mistakenly guessed that he had already broken through to the Third Layer Heaven.

Cough!

Jack Clark coughed lightly, worried that the more they talked the more exaggerated they would become, and suggested, “Teachers, it's getting late, why don't we get in the car first?”

Emmitt Wesley nodded, his tone gentle, “Yes, it just so happens that on the way you can give us an overview of the situation here.”

“That's part of our responsibility, no problem.”

Then Jack Clark reminded them, “By the way, teachers, before getting on the car, I suggest the new students go to those two rooms over there to change into their battle armors.”

“Change into battle armors now? Is Lester that dangerous?” Jerrold West was startled.

Last time, Lori Parma and the others were contacted by Laird Hawk and the military before they arrived to set up a trap, so Jack Clark and the others were told to put on their battle armors as soon as they got off the plane.

This time, before Jerrold West and the others arrived, they received information that the situation in Lester City was stable, with only a few ordinary blood disciples and scattered rebels left uncleaned.

Jack Clark smiled slightly, “On the day we arrived, we were attacked by rebels. One of our classmates was hit by a cannonball and was blown away. If it weren't for the battle armor, he would've died on the spot.”

“Although the situation is relatively stable now, and the rebels and blood disciples are no longer daring to show their faces, it's better to be safe than sorry, in case some of those who don't fear death are still lurking.”

“After all, those guys are all crazy, and their actions can't be judged by common sense.”

Emmitt Wesley nodded, “Student Clark makes sense, everyone heard that, right? Boys and girls, split up and go to separate rooms to change into your battle armors.”

With the teachers giving orders, and Jack Clark telling them how dangerous the outside world was, the students hurriedly went to change into their battle armors.

Those who came here for training were no fools; they were all geniuses from the two schools.

However, compared to South Sky Martial Height, which could send out more than fifty students at a time and still have many who gave up the opportunity, the number of 'geniuses' from these two Second-tier universities was significantly less.

Even though the students put on their battle armors, none of them put on their helmets.

Jack Clark didn't say anything about it because they didn't wear them either, after all, they were still within the airport's controlled area.

Soon enough, everyone got on three military transport trucks, with Jack Clark, Justin Welan, the two teachers, and ten new students in the first one.

The rest were divided into two groups and sat with the new students in the last two trucks, acting as guides and enthusiastically explaining (boasting about) their glorious records to the newcomers.

Justin Welan was no exception.

Sitting between two female students, he looked serious as he talked about the first time he accompanied an armored patrol unit and encountered a rebel rocket attack. At that time, he bravely intercepted the rocket with his heavy shield, preventing any harm to the innocent…

As for Justin Welan's boasting, Jack Clark didn't pay any attention; it just so happened he could relax and stay vigilant, looking around the surroundings.

Even though the blood disciples and rebels had been almost wiped out and could no longer stir up any waves, it was always better to be cautious. He remained vigilant every time he left the Safe Zone.

Suddenly, the small, dilapidated town appeared before them again in the blink of an eye.

Hmm?

Jack Clark furrowed his brows as he looked at the small town approaching in the distance. He sensed a faint sense of danger, and his eyes immediately sharpened.

Although he had deliberately observed and sensed the area when he passed by in the morning, he found nothing at the time, and now it's been only two hours since…

Suddenly, Jack Clark yelled, “Stop!”

Chapter end