(Second update)
The group traveled on, covered in dust from the road.
Yang Ming was doing fine, but Ma Hongjun and Oscar were struggling to hold on. When Tang Hao, who was leading them, stopped, both of them looked pale. They braced their hands on their knees and gulped down breaths, with no time to inspect their surroundings.
Yang Ming did not make any special effort to comfort them. After all, they wanted to join the Sky-Blasting Gang, and judging by their performance so far, they had only barely reached the level of excellent. Perhaps they had reason to be proud among their peers, but compared with an outstanding talent like Tang San, the gap was enormous.
Yang Ming kept those thoughts to himself and said nothing.
Dugu Bo and Tang Hao naturally shared Yang Ming's thoughts.
After all, the Sky-Blasting Gang had now stepped out from behind the scenes and into the spotlight, even clashing head-on with Spirit Hall. If Ma Hongjun and Oscar joined the Sky-Blasting Gang, they would inevitably stand against Spirit Hall. If they were too weak, Spirit Hall could easily target them to death. Only through unceasing self-improvement could they continue scaling greater heights.
Yang Ming looked around. Before them lay a chain of rolling mountains. From where they stood, they could not see the full extent of the range, but even the outermost peaks rose high into the clouds.
Yang Ming's eyes flickered thoughtfully. It seemed the inertia of the plot was as powerful as ever. Even with the butterfly effect caused by his unexpected presence, Tang Hao had still ultimately brought Tang San here.
Yang Ming had once experienced merging his body with the Dao within the Kamui Dimension. Though he could not repeat that experience on Douluo Continent, his perceptions were no