"‘Iron Shirt’ is a third-rate, lower-grade martial art, costing 500 merit points. It's an external hardening technique, enough for you to dominate a hundred-mile radius of mountains."

Brian White's mind was instantly filled with the cultivation secrets of ‘Iron Shirt’.

The cultivation of this Iron Shirt can be summed up in one word: simple!

Abstain from Killing seemed absolutely determined to push Brian White down this path to the end. The training method for Iron Shirt was indeed highly compatible with the Hanging Pot Technique.

Iron Shirt has a total of 10 levels, and to put it simply, it's all about taking hits—the more you get hit, the faster your Iron Shirt improves.

Learned external skill Iron Shirt, level 1, 1/10.

Brian White dashed down the mountain like a madman and soon spotted those disciples from the Mountain-Walking Sect in the distance.

"Hey, scum, stop right there!" Brian White had already rushed up to the Mountain-Walking Sect disciples.

"Eh, isn't this the little bastard from the Wuliang Sect?"

"Haha... Look at him! Is he here to get revenge on us?"

"I think he's here to die!"

"Die, you!" Brian White had already landed a punch on the face of the closest disciple—the one laughing the loudest.

Ah—

That disciple screamed in pain, his face covered in blood, clutching his nose in shock as he stared at Brian White.

"Damn, this little bastard dares to fight back? Kill him!"

A Mountain-Walking Sect disciple struck Brian White from behind with a palm. Brian White staggered two steps, and Iron Shirt immediately showed a change.

Iron Shirt proficiency +2.

Iron Shirt: 3/10.

Brian White started laughing, turned around, and slapped that disciple across the face.

Brian White didn't know any fancy martial arts, but he was fast and strong—more than enough to deal with these punks.

And as for their attacks, he completely ignored them. The more it hurt, the better the effect on his Iron Shirt.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Iron Shirt had already advanced to level 2, and his strength increased by 100.

Cultivation level: Postnatal Stage, Level 2.

Internal cultivation method: ‘Hanging Pot to Save the World Technique’, third-rate, lower-grade, growth value 10/10/20.

Health: 2000/2000.

Internal energy: 1000/1000.

True Qi: 100/500.

Killing intent: 1/100.

Constitution: 100+1000.

Strength: 100+100+100 (Iron Shirt bonus +100 strength)

Speed: 100+2000.

Comprehension: 16+2.

Iron Shirt, level 2: 19/100.

These Mountain-Walking Sect disciples had no idea that Brian White was using them for training.

He was having a blast beating them up, and seeing Brian White getting battered, they thought they were about to take him down.

"Hit him! Hit him hard!"

Every punch, every slap, every kick was experience—sometimes gaining five or six points at once, at least one at minimum.

After about half an hour, Iron Shirt finally advanced to level 3, strength +500, and the experience gain finally stopped.

Iron Shirt, level 3, 103/500.

But the killing intent only increased by a few points, showing that these people could barely harm Brian White.

The effect of Iron Shirt was truly astonishing. Although these Mountain-Walking Sect disciples weren't that impressive, they were still several times stronger than ordinary people.

Yet, when their full-force attacks landed on him, he didn't feel any pain at all.

Each hit only reduced his health by a single digit. With Brian White's tens of thousands of health points, even if these guys beat him for ten days or half a month, they wouldn't be able to wear him down.

After a while, these people finally realized something was wrong.

They noticed that when they hit Brian White, it hurt their own hands and feet more, while Brian White's expression looked like he was actually enjoying it.

"Not going to fight anymore?" Brian White grinned. "Now... it's my turn!"

Chapter 8: Killing the Small Ones Brings the Big Ones

The Mountain-Walking Sect disciples were a bit scared, but they didn't back down. Instead, they glared coldly at Brian White.

"Don't do anything stupid! I'm warning you... we're disciples of the Mountain-Walking Sect. Try laying a finger on us!"

"Just a mere Wuliang Sect, and you think just because you know a bit of martial arts, no one can deal with you?"

"How dare you act so arrogantly in front of us? Our Mountain-Walking Sect will wipe you out!"

"If you know what's good for you, kneel and kowtow, and we'll spare your miserable life. Otherwise, we'll report to the sect leader and make sure you die a horrible death!"

"If you think you alone can stand against our Mountain-Walking Sect, you're gravely mistaken! Our sect leader is a top-tier expert at level 5, not someone a brat like you can handle! And there are four great elders, each at level 4—killing you would be as easy as killing a dog!"

Brian White sneered. After all this fighting, these idiots were still relying on their background to threaten him.

Did they really think he would back down?

A fierce light flashed in Brian White's eyes, making him look especially menacing in the night.

Suddenly, a Mountain-Walking Sect disciple pulled out a dagger and, taking advantage of the darkness, stabbed fiercely at Brian White's back.

Brian White was momentarily stunned. That disciple quickly retreated several steps, and the other Mountain-Walking Sect disciples immediately started shouting again.

"Well done, Brother Shanyu!"

"Haha... Not so cocky now, are you? Now you know how tough we are."

Brian White suddenly started laughing, but at this moment, his laughter sounded especially harsh.

The faces of those Mountain-Walking Sect disciples changed slightly, feeling a bit intimidated by Brian White.

After all, they'd been in the Mountain-Walking Sect for over ten years. Even if they weren't that powerful, they were definitely much stronger than ordinary people.