My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 51: Gaining Mana Soul Title! Trouble in Martial World!

Eryke looked around him. He could see glittering blue particles around.

"Is mana blue?"

He raised an eyebrow but quickly shook his head. Colour was an illusion of the eyes, refracted by light, so seeing this mana around him in blue might just be his eyes playing tricks on him.

It was like looking at an object from one side and seeing a different colour than when viewed from another angle.

The object wasn’t actually changing colour—it was just the eyes playing tricks.

Anyway, except for seeing mana, Eryke could feel visible changes in his body. The mana in the surroundings was rapidly gathering towards him and turning into a funnel like a storm, before all gradually accumulating into his body.

"My passive mana absorption has increased by at least ten times," Eryke mumbled, then closed his eyes.

He could also feel that this mana was not only going towards his core; some of it slipped into his body, and he felt some heat.

"Is this nourishing me?"

Eryke tightened his fist, closing his eyes with a breath of hot air. He could feel it—every cell in his body was being rapidly strengthened and growing slightly stronger with every breath he took.

"This... this is amazing."

He mumbled in his heart, then he took some time to just stand there, until the heat wasn’t too obvious but was still there.

"I can’t call back my second and fourth clone for now, so I guess this is it for now."

Eryke was a little frustrated. He wanted to dive into the dungeon already but couldn’t even till now.

So what did he do?

First, he looked at his blue panel and checked his new title out.

...

<<ManaSoul>>

The soul is perfectly attuned to mana.

...

Again, the description was as simple as one could predict, but the change was something that Eryke already felt.

Then he sat cross-legged to absorb more mana from the surroundings, while the three clones were quickly summoned by him, and they sat cross-legged together to absorb more mana as well.

Since he couldn’t get more clones, then he would just make do and quickly reach Fourth Circle with his clones.

With the title of <<Strong Man in Mana>> stacking on top of each other, he might be able to upgrade his title again and have a boost of his spell again.

While Eryke was doing this, at the same time, he also ordered his two clones to quickly find a spot to make a mana core and somehow gather materials for them to construct Aura.

The reason he didn’t call them back was that once they were called back, their position, if they traveled back, would change as well.

This would cause the terrain to change, and he needed to understand his surroundings again, which he honestly was too bored to think about.

***

The wind was icy and sharp, making it feel like blades cutting through the air.

The sky was cloudy, and booming roars of the skies echoed, it seemed like it was about to rain.

And the people of the village all scrambled towards their houses quickly.

All except for one oddball who was leaning on a tree, cross-legged and closed eyes. He was calm and meditating with a peace of heart.

His face was dirty, making it very hard to visibly discern his face at a glance.

One of the children quickly noticed him from the window and called out to his parents as if he had found something extraordinary, and soon some of the villagers noticed him.

"Is he one of those martial artists? Only they meditate, right?"

"If he was, then he wouldn’t be in this condition, would he? Should we call that old man? Didn’t he say that we should call him whenever someone who looks like a martial artist comes, and he will give us some food?"

As the villagers murmured, Eryke the Fourth was rapidly absorbing the mana around him.

Strangely, he felt that the mana of this place was a little different and more constrained, like it felt like mana, but not mana at the same time.

And his progress was much slower. Even forming the mana core felt like an impossible dream.

But still, he brute-forced his way and was about to form his mana core...

Bang!

With a burst of mana, the mana core exploded, and everything that he had accumulated disappeared.

"How?"

Eryke the Fourth opened his eyes, his brows gradually knotting into a frown.

Even with the genius skill and countless titles, absorbing mana from here was extraordinarily difficult.

He looked at the glittering green particles in the surroundings:

"Are these not mana but something similar, so my skill can still take effect?"

Thinking in his heart, Eryke tried to absorb again, but this time at his body’s core, located just above the navel.

Interestingly, he found that all these molecules seemed to flow swimmingly into it, and it took a mere ten minutes to form the core.

Then a blue prompt almost immediately appeared in front of him:

[You have established your Inner Core for the first time. You have gained the title <<Martial Apprentice>>]

"I knew it."

He smiled knowingly. This seemed to be the martial world, vastly different from the Earth and the Dragons and Telekinetic world, and the power system was obviously different.

...

<<Martial Apprentice>>

Gives you a natural instinct on martial arts.

...

"Huh?"

Eryke the Fourth tilted his head while murmuring in his head: ’This really is a martial world.’

The rain was loud and noisy, and Eryke the Fourth was contemplating many things at the same time.

At this moment, a shadow fell on his figure. Eryke the Fourth raised his head with a raise of his brows.

He saw an old man with yellow and broken teeth and a hunched back, staring at him.

"Jie Jie Jie, child, did you just establish your inner core?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Eryke the Fourth opened his mouth as if he was ready to speak before he lunged forward, with starlight shimmering in his fist. He struck the old man.

"You are still a youngling."

Just as his fist struck down on the old man, in the widened eyes of Eryke, his fist effortlessly phased through it and landed on the ground, destroying everything within ten feet.

"Hmm?"

Before he could fully process the situation, a deafening roar erupted behind him, shaking the air around him.

The sound was followed by an agonizing, ripping pain that pierced through his chest, an unbearable sensation that sent shockwaves through his body.

He gasped for breath, his body trembling as blood spilled from his mouth.

Cough! Cough!

His eyes flickered downward, where the gleaming tip of a sword emerged from his chest, the blade slick with crimson.

Slowly, blood began to trickle from the weapon, staining the ground beneath him as it seeped into the earth.

Eryke the Fourth’s vision blurred for a moment, but he forced himself to focus. His gaze shifted just enough to catch a glimpse of the figure standing behind him, cloaked entirely in black from head to toe.

He twisted his body and raised his hand, starlight surged, and punched out, directly at its face.

Bang!

The figure flew through the air, crashing into two trees before finally being stopped by the third.

Eryke the Fourth vomited again, but now it was green blood. His vision turned blurry, and he even struggled to stand on two legs. He took the sword in one pull and muttered:

"Is this laced with poison?"

He fell to the ground, kneeling.

The old man appeared ten meters away from him, hidden in the bushes and surrounded by similar figures covered head to toe in black robes.

"Hehe, brat, whatever secret you have, I will take it."