Cheng Ye reached out and picked up the short knife placed nearby. The next second, he unexpectedly slashed at the golden armor on his own arm without hesitation!
Crack, crack.
The piercing sound of sawing echoed at the dock, like a dull knife grinding against stone.
It wasn't until the blade sliced through for the third time that the silver dragon fish totem at Cheng Ye's dantian finally reacted.
A faint silver stream of light crawled along his meridians toward his arm, covering the cut from the blade, yet it did not form any defense as usual, merely lying lightly on the armor's surface like a layer of thin gauze.
"Even this can't break the defense?"
Cheng Ye frowned and simply grabbed both ends of the blade, exerting force with his arm.
A terrifying immense strength erupted instantly; the blade twisted in his palm with a creaking sound, slowly being compressed into an irregular iron ball.
