Zhang Yang held on atop the Sinking Silver Pillar for a full twenty hours before finally climbing down.
"Awesome, 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 lifted his chin, signaling for Ma Hongjun to move the Lobster Claw closer to him. "Remember that defensive body technique I have, Iron Body?"
Back in a village outside Suotuo City, Zhang Yang had been forbidden from using Soul Skills while sparring with everyone, so he could only rely on Rokushiki to fight them.
"Sounds familiar." Ma Hongjun scratched his head, and his seafood-sauce-covered right hand made his already messy hair even dirtier.
"I remember it 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 require 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 blows. Even the Sea God can't forbid our bodily instincts, can he?"
Hearing this, Dai Mubai glanced at Bo Saixi beside him and nodded. "That makes sense."
Tang San smiled from the side. "Zhang Yang's Rokushiki is an extremely powerful body technique. It's just a shame 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 in half a year, 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 said with a smile.
Tang San smiled, then stood up.