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Translator: LonelytreeEditor: Lucas
Jay laid his tired body on top of a fallen rock. After lighting another cigarette, he flung the old one away to join the cluster of cigarette butts that littered his feet.
Turning to look at Zhang Heng, he kindly advised, "You can stop staring at the caved in entrance, you know? Come, take a break."
It was little wonder why Jay said so, because Zhang Heng looked exceptionally pale. He looked like a dying patient, not someone that had undergone a daily intensive training regime. Ever since he joined the Black Star Unit, Zhang Heng had been training alongside the rest of them. Of course, his physique still couldn’t rival the rest, but his physical state was already better than normal soldiers.
The reason for his blanched façade was because the usage of superhuman power would drain its user immensely. This was known among all the Black Star members. Research had shown that using the power would greatly lower one’s blood glucose level and, more importantly, present a heavy strain on one’s mental acuity.
Comparatively speaking, passive powers like Zhang Heng’s divination were less draining than Jay’s mental manipulation, which was more active. Zha
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