"Sure enough, struggling against nature is a form of cultivation, too."
At that moment, Xia Ping strode casually across the waves. After several days of cultivation, he had become so adept at controlling his astral energy that he could wield it with ease. He was now countless times stronger than before.
Astral energy covered every inch of his body and could even extend outward, merging with the seawater.
It was as if he had become one with the ocean, completely mastering the patterns of its currents. With every swell and ripple, he could draw on the waves' power to move swiftly forward.
Compared with before, Xia Ping found it much easier to walk across the sea. It seemed that controlling the ocean's power saved him a great deal of effort. It was an advanced technique for manipulating astral energy.
"And my body's gotten stronger, too."
Xia Ping clenched his fist and looked at his bulging muscles. For days, he had endured the ocean's ceaseless surges, as if countless grandmasters were attacking him from every direction.
The ocean's immense power crashed down on him, pounding and constantly tempering his body. Like a piece of steel forged through countless hammer strikes, his impurities were driven out.
The harsh environment had made his body far stronger. Every inch of muscle held explosive power. A single punch could produce a sonic boom and shatter a small hill from several kilometers away.
"Hm?!"
All at once, Xia Ping's spiritual perception picked up the sounds of fighting in the distant waters. A huge human ship was surrounded by several pirate vessels.
A horde of vicious, evil pirates was fighting the martial artists aboard the ship. Their battle cries shook the sky, and blood covered the sea, along with the corpses of humans and Fishmen.
It was