Goodbye Jiang Yaru

"As expected, battling against nature is also a form of cultivation."

At this moment, Xia Ping stepped casually upon the ocean waves. After several days of training, his control over his qi had become as natural as a fish in water, far surpassing his previous capabilities.

Every corner of his body was enveloped in qi, which could even extend outward to merge seamlessly with the seawater.

It seemed that at this very moment, he had integrated himself into the ocean, thoroughly mastering the laws of its fluctuations. With every rhythmic pulse and surge of the waves, he could harness their power to propel himself forward rapidly.

Compared to before, Xia Ping walked across the sea with much greater ease. It was as if he had seized control of the ocean's power, conserving a vast amount of his own strength—a sophisticated technique for manipulating qi.

"My body has also become much stronger."

Xia Ping clenched his fist and looked at his bulging muscles. For these past few days, he had been constantly buffeted by the waves, as if countless Grandmasters were attacking him from all directions.

These massive oceanic forces crushed down upon him, striking his body repeatedly and tempering him like a piece of steel forged a thousand times, purging all impurities from his frame.

It could be said that such a harsh environment had made his body even more formidable. Every inch of muscle contained explosive power; a single punch could trigger a sonic boom, capable of shattering a small mountain from kilometers away.

"Hm?!"

Suddenly, Xia Ping's spiritual perception sensed the sounds of slaughter coming from a distant patch of sea, where a massive human merchant ship was being surrounded by several pirate vessels.

A large number of cruel and evil Fishmen were locked in a bloody battle