Ash already had his titanroot armor. There's no need to put on more armor.
He had never tested how his titanroot armor would deal against steel, but a memory of a bear's claw barely scratching the weaker steelbark was still in his memory.
Even in the face of a knife flashed at him, Ash didn't feel the slightest bit of danger from it.
Keen already took flight, not wanting to get dizzy by standing on Ash's head.
Ash just put out his hands and reached straight for the knife.
But of course, with Ash's effortless attempt to grab the knife, the man easily dodged Ash's hand.
"You're asking for it!" He shouted as the two other men took their place and surrounded Ash.
All three of them now had knives in their hands, seemingly not afraid to accidentally kill a random man in the street.
The man who had been talking all this time thrust his knife forward, aiming to stab Ash's hand with it.
