Zhang Yang held on atop the Sinking Silver Pillar for a full twenty hours before finally climbing down.
"Damn, Zhang Yang, twenty hours." Ma Hongjun counted on his fingers. "The seven of us combined didn't even make twenty hours."
"I took a shortcut." Zhang Yang raised his chin, signaling for Ma Hongjun to move the Lobster Claw closer. "Remember that defensive body technique of mine, Iron Body?"
Back in the village outside Suotuo City, Zhang Yang had been forbidden from using Soul Skills while sparring with everyone, so he could only use Rokushiki to fight them.
"I kind of remember." Ma Hongjun scratched his head, his right hand covered in seafood sauce making his already messy hair even dirtier.
"I remember too." Dai Mubai nodded. "What? Can you still use your Iron Body skill?"
"Iron Body isn't a Soul Ring skill, and it doesn't need Soul Power to activate. Why wouldn't I be able to use it?" Zhang Yang explained. "It's basically tensing my muscles to slightly improve my resistance to hits. Even the Sea God can't forbid our bodily instincts, can he?"
Dai Mubai glanced at Bo Saixi beside them and nodded. "That's true."
Tang San smiled from the side. "Zhang Yang's Rokushiki is an extremely powerful body art. It's a pity he can't teach it to us, and we wouldn't be able to learn it anyway."
"Zhang Yang's physical fitness is already much stronger than ours. With Iron Body on top of that, the gap between us will only grow wider." Oscar smiled. "Maybe half a year from now, Zhang Yang will be sitting leisurely on the mountaintop, watching us suffer on the crosses."
"Even if it's only for that day, I'll work hard." Zhang Yang laughed.
Tang San smiled and rose to his feet. "All right, everyone