Chapter 722: Section 509: The Black Iron Level Big Guy
"The big guy is truly loyal to the squad leader," marveled Sanda, witnessing the scene.
He took the opportunity to persuade, successfully changing the big guy’s mind.
However, asking the big guy to stop cultivating of his own accord was impossible.
Because the big guy was only circulating his fighting energy unconsciously through muscle memory while sleeping. When he was asleep, he was unconscious and simply had no way to stop the refining of fighting energy.
But Sanda was prepared.
Seeing the big guy agree to pause his cultivation, he took a potion out from his bosom.
"The reason you can cultivate in your sleep is due to the instinctive memory of your body. Just interrupt it multiple times, and you could disrupt this muscle-memory-like thing."
"Drink this, and I’ll assist you in pausing your cultivation."
The big guy pinched his fingers, carefully took the vial, and gulped down the potion.
He braced himself for a bitter taste, twisting his face in anticipation, but to his surprise, the potion was sweet and unexpectedly tasty.
After he had finished, the big guy licked his lips, still wanting more, "Is there, more?"
He was famished, craving anything to eat.
The tiny amount of potion once again made his stomach grumble.
Sanda’s eyes twitched, and he thought to himself: The big guy still needs more training, especially in safety awareness—it’s too problematic! Poisoning him would be too easy. Although Sanda and the big guy were very familiar with each other, they must still guard against an enemy disguised as one of the survivors to gain the big guy’s trust.
Sanda waited a good while, but the big guy showed no sign of sleepiness.
Sanda realized the truth and decisively pulled out a second bottle.
After drinking this one, the big guy finally felt heavy with sleepiness and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Not long after he had gone to sleep, his body began to radiate a Black Iron luster.
Black Iron Level fighting energy!
That’s right, during this period, the big guy had advanced from Bronze Level to Black Iron Level.
He mainly ate, drank, and slept. He used to go out and work, but once the survivors saw the big guy’s aptitude, they decisively protected him, so he barely went out to the deck anymore.
The big guy spent almost his entire day holed up in his own room, waking from sleep only to feel hungry. He would eat a big meal, become drowsy again, and sleep.
In this cycle, his strength had broken through.
Of all the survivors, his cultivation was the most comfortable.
"Such a bloodline, really..." Sanda thought to himself with a look of intense envy on his face.
"I had considered his body constitution, so I put double the dose in one potion. But the big guy had no reaction."
"It took two bottles to finally put him to sleep."
"That’s four times the dosage!"
"This kind of physical resilience..." Sanda marveled to himself.
When the big guy was at Bronze Level, subduing him was already difficult.
Sanda was merely at Black Iron Level, and now, at such a Life Level, if the big guy lost control, there was no way Sanda could subdue him.
Thus, during this time, Sanda arranged for Menshi and Chi Lai, two men, to stay at the dock, making sure at least one of them was on the ship to prevent the big guy from going berserk.
"But in fact, even a Silver Level to suppress a frenzied big guy is not secure."
"With the big guy’s body constitution, he can already contend with Silver Level."
Sanda believed: now the big guy is at Black Iron Level, possessing no combat skills, but with his terrifying physical resilience alone, he could completely challenge those of Silver Level.
Sanda took a deep breath, moved closer to the big guy, and laid his hands on the big guy’s belly.
He stimulated his fighting energy, and quickly, his hands were covered with a Black Iron sheen.
Sanda "attacked" the big guy, trying to wake him up.
But his first "attack" elicited no response at all.
"It seems my strength was too weak," said Sanda, gradually increasing the force.
The second time, the third time...
Each time, Sanda carefully calculated the increase in force. He didn’t want to hurt the big guy by hitting too hard.
However, in the end, Sanda’s face was filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?!"
"I’m using all my strength, and I can’t even budge him, not even wake him up?"
Sanda was stunned, his eyes wide with shock.
"Even though I didn’t use any combat skills, but the big guy is completely unguarded... this is outrageous!"
"What bloodline does he have?"
Sanda had no choice but to resort to using a weapon.
He had three knives, his main weapons, which of course he would not use.
He selected a club from the ship’s armory and returned to the deck.
This time, using the club, he finally disrupted the big guy’s deep breathing rhythm, breaking the automatic circulation of fighting energy in his body.
"Finally succeeded!" Sanda’s forehead was now covered in sweat.
Mainly, he had to measure the strength properly.
But the next moment, the big guy’s breathing rhythm adjusted back, and he began to cultivate the Heartless Sleep Form once again.
"Then here we go again!" Sanda kept swinging the club, striking the big guy’s belly.
Thump thump thump.
The big guy’s belly was sunken in, due to eating so little. Even so, each strike of the club on his skin produced a thick, heavy sound.
Sanda felt as if he were hitting already-tanned high-quality leather with a wooden stick.
As he continued to swing the club, Sanda gradually increased his strength even more.
But every time Big guy’s cultivation was interrupted, he would quickly adjust back and resume his practice.
"His bodily instincts are too powerful. Once he has remembered the breathing rhythm, external forces are so difficult to disturb and change!"
"This is also one of the expressions of his excellent Bloodline."
"Then I’m going to be ruthless!"
Sanda gritted his teeth, suddenly increased his strength, and his stick heavily struck Big guy.
The force of this blow was unprecedentedly strong.
Big guy was in so much pain that he opened his eyes. He had a sleepy expression and glanced at Sanda before slightly turning over from his original supine sleeping position to lying on his side.
Huh huh huh...
He started snoring again and fell back into a deep sleep.
Sanda’s small body, holding the huge stick, looked weak and powerless in the face of the broad giant figure of the Big guy.
Soon, the circulation of Fighting energy was re-established, and Big guy resumed his cultivation.
"I used a Silver Level weapon!" Sanda examined the spot where he had just struck.
On Big guy’s belly, there was now a dark bruise in the shape of the stick.
But this bruise was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Such a recovery ability!" Sanda’s heart shuddered fiercely again.
He stared at the sleeping Big guy for a long time without moving again.
"In time, his strength will surely surpass mine. No, his combat power has already surpassed me."
"He will leave me far behind, one day outstripping me, Silver Level, Golden Level, Holy Domain Level, even..."
"Who would have thought that among the survivors, it’s the weak Big guy who will be the big shot of the future."
"Why him? He’s so dull and foolish..."
"Bloodline..."
Sanda smiled bitterly.
Of course, he had also heard of various cases where geniuses with extraordinary talent and rich Bloodlines spend a very short time reaching heights that many can never achieve in their lifetimes.
But at this moment, Sanda was still experiencing a severe shock from Big guy!
Because this was happening right beside him.
He had witnessed Big guy’s rise with his own eyes! And foreseen the lofty status that Big guy would hold in the future.
For a while, Sanda felt listless, not wanting to pick up the stick in his hand anymore.
Interrupting Big guy’s cultivation had become an optional matter.
With a disheartened look, Sanda closed the door properly and left the prow building.
Nearby, Alchemy Puppets guarded, ensuring Big guy’s safety to some extent.
Sanda was reminded by his subordinates before he snapped back to reality.
"Sigh..." He sighed deeply, his thoughts turning to Zong Ge.
"Even if Big guy becomes an impressive figure in the future, and I can only look up to him, so what?"
"My Bloodline is not good, my talents are lacking, but I follow Lord Zong Ge!"
"At such an age, Lord Zong Ge is already at the Gold Level. His Bloodline is definitely not weak!"
"As long as Lord Zong Ge achieves something under my following, I will be content."
On Mysterious Monster Island, Sanda found much in common with the Half-Beast, Zong Ge. In the young man who was then "Zhenjin," Sanda couldn’t find these commonalities.
In the subsequent developments, Sanda pinned his life’s dreams on Zong Ge.
With Zong Ge’s help, Sanda finally calmed his complex emotions.
Sanda began to organize the current situation.
After what had just happened, Sanda no longer wanted to interrupt Big guy’s Transcendent cultivation.
Although he knew he could still find other ways.
But he had indeed given up on that plan.
For a short time, Sanda did not want to see Big guy again in his heart. Sanda was not a saint; he had a certain caliber, but the previous events had given him too great a sense of frustration.
He subconsciously pushed thoughts of Big guy to the back of his mind, not wanting to deal with them.
"According to the time, the messenger should have already met with Lord Zong Ge."
"But it will take a while before we can receive their reply."
As Zi Di, Zong Ge, and their companions moved further away, their contact with the Snowbird Port division became increasingly difficult.
Although the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps used the method of sending encrypted letters by person, it still took time through the Teleportation Array.
The Ice Sculpture Kingdom arranged Teleportation Arrays in cities and important towns.
This mode of transportation was expensive and luxurious, not the mainstream mode of transport.
There were also restrictions on the setup of the Teleportation Array; it was not possible to teleport directly from Snowbird Port to the Ice Sculpture Royal Capital.
On the one hand, this was due to technical and cost difficulties. On the other hand, it was deliberately set up by the Royal Family for safety.
The Kingdom needed strategic depth, especially in the face of enemy situations.
Once all the towns could teleport directly to the Royal Capital, the Royal Capital would undoubtedly be the most dangerous place.
Therefore, the messenger had to teleport from one city to another, doing this several times over in order to catch up with Zong Ge, Zi Di, and their group.
And there were troubles in this process.
The messenger had to line up.
Every town’s Teleportation Array was quite busy.
The number of teleportations was limited.
In Snowbird Port, the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps had a good relationship with the City Lord and could jump the queue. But in other cities, they did not have this privilege.