Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With every heavy step Zhou Xingtong stamped into the ground, his body skimmed forward through the air at low altitude.
He had been born with divine strength, along with Innate Copper Skin. Even without armor, traveling like this was effortless for him.
He perfectly unleashed every ounce of his strength.
Strength—especially explosive strength—could also be smoothly converted into speed.
Though he was not as fast as martial masters who specialized in Leg Skill, he was not far behind.
His overwhelming strength gave him an enormous advantage in straight-line sprints.
In truth, armor was merely a burden to an expert at his level.
The higher one climbed, the greater one's cultivation, and the less use weapons and armor had.
Thus, most armor was used for decoration, or to protect weak common soldiers.
When martial artists of his level wore armor, it was more often a symbol of status.
Splash.
One foot came down in a puddle, sending water flying everywhere. Mud and rotten leaves within it splattered out as well.
The puddle instantly became a soggy pit.
Yet Zhou Xingtong suddenly slowed, carried forward several more steps by inertia before stopping.
"Who is it!? Get out here!"
He stared coldly ahead. Mist swirled there, and between the hazy tree shadows, faint breathing drifted over.
Tap, tap.
A shadow slowly emerged from the fog.
It was a robust black panther, its entire body pitch-dark, with two black horns growing from its head.
The panther was over four meters long. The lines of its muscles rose and fell as it walked soundlessly, a perfect union of power and beauty.
"An Exotic Horned Leopard?"
Zhou Xingtong suddenly charged forward, frightening the black panther into turning and fleeing. It darted into the dense forest and vanished.
He immediately burst into amused laughter.