After picking all the black insects off himself, Yang An went to the bathhouse for another wash, put the Stone Egg Armor back on, and changed into a clean set of clothes. He immediately felt refreshed.
"Come over and spar!"
Out in the open space, he crooked a finger at several Corpse Slaves.
These fellows did not possess emotions like fear. At Yang An's command, they quickly walked over.
Of course, Yang An did not call Fu Gui over. He might still need Fu Gui to take any injured or damaged Corpse Slaves to Eighth Senior Brother for repairs later.
Sensing that his physical condition might have undergone a tremendous change, Yang An planned to use neither Mana nor techniques this time, relying only on movement techniques and the strength of his fleshly body.
He now had the confidence that, with physical strength alone, he could blow these fellows' heads apart with one punch.
The several Corpse Slaves obediently took their stances and surrounded Yang An, then charged him all at once.
Though these Corpse Slaves were quite fast, Yang An's reactions were just as swift. He immediately employed the Cloud-Treading Steps, using an eerie movement technique to dart out of their encirclement in an instant and arrive behind one of the Corpse Slaves.
The Corpse Slaves reacted rather slowly and had not even noticed that Yang An had evaded their encirclement.
Yang An clenched his fist and unleashed his full strength, punching the Corpse Slave in the back.
This punch contained no Mana whatsoever and relied entirely on the power of his fleshly body. Yet when his fist struck the Corpse Slave, it felt as though he had hit an iron plate.
Thud!
The Corpse Slave staggered from the blow and crashed into the other Corpse Slaves, knocking several