Sure enough...
Bang!
After the thunderous impact, Zheng Xiaofeng was sent flying again.
But before long...
He stood up again.
Zheng Xiaofeng could feel that the barrier that had plagued him all this time was about to break.
Lately, he had been looking for sparring partners in the convoy.
There were no longer many people in the convoy who could break his Iron Armor.
And those who could were unwilling to strike to kill.
Sparring was only sparring, after all.
It was not a fight to the death.
The pressure of walking the edge of death, of knowing his head could be smashed apart by a single punch at any moment, was the key to breaking through that barrier.
This time...
This Zombie King was the perfect opportunity.
Zheng Xiaofeng did not want to give it up.
This Zombie King possessed boundless strength, and its attacks were simple and brutal, every punch and kick carrying pure destructive force.
Most importantly...
It was stupid enough.
Zheng Xiaofeng could feel with perfect clarity that his Iron Armor was being tempered.
Each time it shattered, the Iron Armor grew back a little tougher.
It was like an iron billet being hammered repeatedly on an anvil, the impurities beaten out and the iron becoming denser.
Opportunities like this were rare.
No.
Rather, Zombie Kings of this type were rare.
A Zombie King whose attacks relied mostly on brute strength was precisely the sparring partner Zheng Xiaofeng needed most...
Strong enough, tough enough, and incapable of playing tricks.
And so, everyone witnessed a jaw-dropping scene:
Zheng Xiaofeng was knocked flying again and again, then climbed back up again and again.
He seemed to be deliberately taking turns catching the Zombie King's fists with different parts of his body.
First, his right fist.
Then, his left