"One million five hundred thousand jin of strength!"
Joy filled Qin Hao's eyes. "According to the strength progression of the low-grade glazed body, reaching perfection means every inch of skin on my body will become glazed."
"One punch will carry more than two million jin of strength!"
"That rivals the Meridian Opening Ninth Layer Peak!"
Battle intent surged through Qin Hao's entire body. He stopped unleashing the Wind-Rain Sword Domain.
The Wind-Rain Sword Domain was powerful and held tremendous potential. If Qin Hao refined it completely, it would be no weaker than the low-grade glazed body.
But Qin Hao had only just refined a tenth of it. In terms of power, it was actually inferior to his low-grade glazed body.
"My punch carries one million five hundred thousand jin of strength. Even if a Meridian Opening Eighth Layer warrior uses martial skills, I can withstand a blow or two head-on."
"Again!"
By now, Qin Hao's chest, back, arms, and neck had all become glazed.
The tops of both his thighs had also begun to turn glazed.
He had gone well beyond the two-thirds mark.
"Pure Yang Tyrant Body Fist—Dragon Soars, Tiger Leaps!"
"Pure Yang Tyrant Body Fist—Twin Dragons Emerge from the Sea!"
Qin Hao kept moving, rapidly closing in on Fang Wenlong as he unleashed punch after punch, executing two moves of the Pure Yang Tyrant Body Fist.
"Impossible! I clearly injured you! How did you recover so quickly?"
"Is it because of that Stone Man Martial Soul, too?!"
Fang Wenlong's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared in shock, utterly unable to accept this outcome.
"There's plenty you don't know!"
Qin Hao sneered. His fist, glowing with a faint glazed sheen, was already hurtling toward Fang Wenlong's chest.
"You're courting death!"
"Qin Hao, I don't care what cultivation technique you