A rising sun climbed over the horizon, and the morning sunlight spilled across the land, its warmth dispelling the bitter cold of the long winter night.
The massive convoy awakened from its slumber. The cooks had long begun preparing breakfast for the allied army, thin curls of smoke drifting slowly through the air along with an enticing aroma.
In the freezing winter weather, Yang Ming stood bare-chested, revealing his sturdy physique. Every muscle seemed meticulously crafted just for him—any more would have been excessive, any less insufficient. They brimmed with explosive power, while his bronze skin gleamed with a metallic luster beneath the sunlight.
"Hey! Hey!"
Holding a simple spear, Yang Ming swung it about with an exceptionally focused expression. He used neither Soul Skills nor Soul Power, relying solely on the pure strength of his body to perform spear techniques.
He was getting accustomed to the power he had gained after becoming a Titled Douluo.
Unlike other Titled Douluo, Yang Ming had received an extraordinarily immense boost after his breakthrough. As a result, he had been unable to completely and perfectly control his own body, something that had already become apparent during his battle with Beast God Di Tian.
Whenever he thought of how the aftermath of his battle with Beast God Di Tian had caused the deaths of five hundred thousand soldiers, Yang Ming's gaze dimmed.
If he had been able to perfectly control his strength at the time, he could have condensed the power of his skills and greatly reduced the losses caused by the resulting shockwaves.
It had been a long time since Yang Ming had temporarily sealed all his skills and Soul Power, training like an ordinary person as he was now.
Even so, the body that had been stimulated by his Saiyan Bloodline and