Armored Black Turtle

Although after this month of hellish training, their odds had risen from nearly zero to being able to last the time it took a thick stick of incense to burn against the twelve of them, there was still a sizable gulf between "lasting" and "winning."

They would train more after returning from the sea. Next time, they would definitely manage it.

When the sun climbed overhead, Lu Qinghou finally woke.

He lifted his bamboo hat and sat up, yawned, stretched, then beckoned to Yang Guyun.

"Come on, let's talk business. Do you have any specific requirements for your sixth Soul Ring?"

Yang Guyun walked over from the stern and sat down opposite Lu Qinghou.

"A defensive skill." Yang Guyun was concise, but this time he made an exception and added an explanation. "My spear arts are all offense. Every move is a contest to see who falls first. My fifth Soul Skill can unleash even greater power when I'm injured, but the premise is that I have to hold out until then."

After Lu Qinghou heard him out, he fell silent for a few breaths.

He naturally understood Yang Guyun's fighting style.

Straightforward, ferocious beyond compare—every thrust of his spear was a wager that he could be faster and fiercer than his opponent.

It was not bad, exactly, but sometimes he needed to be a little more flexible.

This style of fighting was unstoppable when he could crush his opponent with strength, but once he encountered a true expert, especially one skilled in wars of attrition and control, its disadvantages would be exposed.

No matter how well he could fight, it was all useless if he could not endure.

"A defensive skill. The direction is right." Lu Qinghou nodded.

Calling it defense was not entirely accurate. What Yang Guyun needed