The moment Zhang Yang said this, the room erupted in an uproar.
Dai Mubai stared in shock. "level 77? You've got to be kidding."
Ma Hongjun counted on his fingers. "In five years, you went from level 45 to level 77. That's an average of more than six levels a year... Zhang Yang, have you been drinking Nightly Fierce like water?"
"What Nightly Fierce? I'm plenty strong, and I've never needed that stuff." Zhang Yang curled his lip. "You, on the other hand, became a premium member of Suotuo City's low-end brothels at the tender age of twelve. After all these years, your kidneys are probably shot already."
Ning Rongrong smacked Zhang Yang. "What nonsense are you spouting? Showing off just because you've got a mouth?"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Zhang Yang raised his hands in surrender.
Zhang Yang's verbal sparring with Fatty and his covert flirtation with Ning Rongrong did nothing to dispel everyone's shock.
Seeing everyone frozen stiff, Master smiled. "Zhang Yang, prove yourself too, just like Xiao San did."
"Fine." Zhang Yang looked around at his companions' faces and nodded.
Zhang Yang proved himself in much the same way as Tang San. He activated his Soul Power and summoned Borsalino. The monstrous Soul Ring configuration of "purple, purple, purple, black, black, red, red" instantly dazzled his companions.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings? Two of them?" Everyone's expressions changed. Ma Hongjun screeched, "Zhang Yang, compared to you, how are we monsters? We're barely even animals."
"How did your two Hundred-Year Soul Rings turn purple?" Tang San asked, his face full of confusion.
The strange phenomenon that had occurred to Zhang Yang had clearly exceeded the limits of Tang San's understanding. He searched through all the knowledge he had learned, yet he still could not explain why Zhang Yang could raise