Tian Xin said she wanted to test her close-quarters combat skills against Ling Tian. He was utterly baffled. Scratching his head, he looked completely incredulous.
"Are you sure you want to test your close-quarters combat skills?" Ling Tian couldn't help asking again. After a slight pause, he continued, "Though you're of the Demon Race and your body is quite powerful, you know I've cultivated a Buddhist Cultivation Method and endured the tempering of five tribulations. My body is as strong as a Corpse Emperor-level zombie. In that regard, you can't match me."
Zombies were similar to Little White, the Bone Soul Extreme, and were faintly associated with the Extreme Soul of the Seven Ethereal Souls. They specialized in cultivating the body, and their physical strength was considered the greatest among those of the same rank. Even the Devil Race and Demon Race, both proud of their physical prowess, couldn't match them. Thus, in the Cultivation World, zombies' ranks were used as the standard for evaluating physical strength.
A Corpse Emperor was equivalent to a cultivator in the Body Integration Realm. Though Tian Xin had reached the Integrated Body Middle Stage, her physical strength hadn't yet reached that level. That was precisely why Ling Tian found it so strange that she wanted to test her close-quarters combat skills against him.
"Ling Tian, close-quarters combat isn't just about physical strength. It's about fighting technique, too." Tian Xin's voice rang clear as a nightingale's. Her eyes brimmed with confidence. "I admit that my body isn't as strong as yours, but I'm confident my close-combat skills are no worse than yours. Besides, my Profound Ice Celestial Silkworm Race has a little trick for close-quarters combat. I promise it won't disappoint you."
"Oh? Now I'm curious to see it." Ling Tian's eyes filled with interest,