Golden Crocodile Body Refining Method, Second Stage: Endurance

The next day, Golden Crocodile brought Bibi Han to a small mountain two hundred meters tall. The mountain was extremely strange. Below eighty meters, its incline was around thirty degrees; from eighty to one hundred sixty meters, it was around forty-five degrees; and the final stretch was around sixty degrees. The mountain path was a sloped surface, extremely rough and covered in countless protruding rocks of varying sizes. There were also rocks all around, only a few meters tall, with what looked like impact marks on them.

Golden Crocodile spoke. "This is the training ground for this stage."

Then, five large iron balls appeared. Each weighed a hundred jin and was attached to an iron chain, with an iron ring at the end of each chain.

Looking at the five iron balls and the mountain, Bibi Han already knew what he was going to do.

"Put them on and climb the mountain. Reaching the summit marks the end."

After saying that, he had Bibi Han put on an exceptionally sturdy helmet as well.

"Old Man, I suddenly have a question. Soul Masters possess strength far beyond ordinary people. What would happen if their Soul Power were sealed, or their cultivation crippled?"

Golden Crocodile thought for a moment and said, "Then you would become a somewhat stronger ordinary person. Because your body has been nourished by Soul Power, your bones are tougher than those of ordinary people, so you would be stronger than them."

"Oh~."

Soul Power flowed through the body and could be released from it to form a barrier. If used on the hands and feet, it could produce formidable strength. If it were used to nourish the eyes, would they become piercing electric eyes? Hmm, worth trying.

With the iron rings fastened around both hands, both feet, and his lower abdomen, Bibi Han ran toward the mountain. Despite the large iron balls hanging from him, he still moved at ten meters per second. But once the iron balls reached the slope, his speed began to slow.

From the front, Bibi Han looked like a spread-eagle as he struggled upward, his back hunched.

Step by step, veins bulged on his hands and neck, his face flushed red. With every step, Bibi Han had to draw in a deep breath.

Watching from afar, Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his beard. "Not bad. On his first attempt, he made it sixty meters up. The chains are five meters long, meaning this brat climbed fifty-five meters while dragging five hundred jin. With that strength, he really is destined to wield a hammer in the future."

But then, thinking of what would happen next, a look of heartache appeared on Golden Crocodile's face.

As Bibi Han continued upward, he was no longer walking. It would be more accurate to say he was crawling. He was nearly out of strength.

Suddenly, Bibi Han felt his foot slip. He lost control and cried out in panic, "Help me, old man!"

But his plea went unanswered. Bibi Han rolled down the slope, accelerating at more than four meters per second.

Because the rocks varied in size, the iron balls crashed and rolled in every direction. Bibi Han's body tumbled down in all sorts of positions. Since the iron rings remained on him, the iron balls rolled downward within a limited range, and all that pulling force was applied to his body.

As he rolled down the mountain, rocks tore open Bibi Han's skin, while the tearing force from the wildly rolling iron balls made him wish he were dead.

At last, he rolled back onto level ground. The iron balls struck the surrounding rocks and bounced back, about to collide with Bibi Han's tumbling body.

At the critical moment, Golden Crocodile casually stopped the iron balls. Otherwise, the impact from Bibi Han rolling down and the impact of the iron balls would have collided together, shattering the bones throughout his body. But he did not stop Bibi Han, and Bibi Han's body slammed into the iron balls.

"Aah!!!" His scream was utterly miserable.

Bibi Han was now in a miserable state from head to toe. His body was covered in wounds, some deep enough to expose bone. Blood flowed out and dyed his clothes red. His clothing was tattered, and while his face was mostly unharmed because of the helmet, his eyes were blood-red.

At that moment, Bibi Han looked at Golden Crocodile with eyes full of hatred. There was no longer any trace of the respect he had shown before.

"Why? Why didn't you help me?" His voice was weak, but the hatred within it was clear for anyone to hear.

"This is part of our clan's body training. You temper yourself through injuries," Golden Crocodile said expressionlessly.

"Having talent and cultivating quickly does not make one a true genius. A true genius emerges from countless battles and countless instances of bloodshed. And bloodshed means enduring injuries. These things are indispensable. If you fear pain and injury, you can choose to give up."

Golden Crocodile waved a hand, and two healing Soul Saints appeared. They had been prepared long ago.

Although the Blue Silver God also possessed powerful healing abilities, without a Soul Ring and at only level twenty, he clearly could not compare to the healing abilities of two Soul Saints.

"They will treat your injuries. If you choose to give up, then go obtain your Soul Rings." With that, Golden Crocodile left.

Under their full treatment, Bibi Han's entire body had healed in a minute, and the blood-red color in his eyes disappeared as well.

"Thank you, Uncles Soul Saints."

After offering his thanks, Bibi Han sat cross-legged on the ground and remained motionless for a long time.

Heh, don't I want everyone on the continent to live and work in peace? Don't I want to destroy the Two Great Empires and those noble vampires who suck the blood of commoners? If I shrink back from the cultivation of some old man's clan, how can I accomplish any of that?

He climbed the small mountain again and continued upward.

Five hundred meters away, two people stood there.

One was Golden Crocodile. The other was a woman dressed in a luxurious black robe embroidered with Golden Patterns, wearing a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown. She was Bibi Dong.

As his mother, how could she possibly be absent when her son was about to undergo such training?

Her eyes were moist, and her expression held worry, heartache, and gratification.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not have so many expressions on his face. His face was filled only with gratification.

"Pope, you truly raised a good son. Jade must be carved to become a useful vessel. Given time, Little Han will surely become someone great."

As the ancestor of the Golden Crocodile Clan, he had experienced this himself. He had wanted to give up after only one attempt, but his father had forced him to continue. Because Golden Crocodile's Martial Soul was the Golden Crocodile King, the Super Martial Soul passed down through the Golden Crocodile Clan, that period could be called the darkest time of his life.

After that, none of the younger members of the clan awakened the Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul, and they could not endure such hardship either. As a result, no one had come here for a long time, and Bibi Han was the first to continue challenging himself of his own accord.

Then he left. A truly outstanding child did not need supervision.