Refining The Body

A minute later, Ling Han changed to the second posture. Ka ka ka, the bones in his body crackled again, as if stir-frying soybeans. Even though he already completed the cultivation of the Iron Sheet Tier and the hardness of his bones was comparable to rare metals' of the same tier, he still felt like his bones were about to break. 

Since he was the one who forcibly assumed such a posture, it was equivalent to fighting against himself. So even if it were a rare metal of the same tier, divine metal would also break.

Under this strange posture, his blood, flesh, and bones were as if they'd each possessed life, frantically absorbing the accumulated energy and turning it into his power; yet, it wasn't Origin Power, but brute force of his physical body.

The muscles definitely didn't bulge, but he still felt that each cell was filled with vitality and that he could crush a lofty mountain with a slight burst.