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At noon.
Shi Jiu held a bottle of Breath Concealing Spray.
He carefully sprayed it over every part of Jiang Fu's body.
It completely masked his scent.
Jiang Fu, meanwhile,
wore a Camouflage Advanced Combat Suit.
Helmet, Protective Goggles, Faceplate, neck guard—
he had everything.
He had tucked the Mystic Mirror into the suit's lining to protect his chest.
At his waist hung the Battle Knife imbued with Shi Jiu's Blade Intent.
Flying Sword Qie Man was strapped to his back.
The Star Shuttle had become a silver bracelet around his left wrist.
By now,
with the aid of Rain Intent,
Jiang Fu had refined Flying Sword Qie Man to ten percent.
Multiply that by eleven, and it became one hundred percent.
"Not bad."
Shi Jiu nodded in satisfaction.
Jiang Fu moved around to test the suit.
"Isn't this Advanced Combat Suit a little too conspicuous?"
Shi Jiu stepped behind him and kept spraying.
"It's fine. Advanced and basic combat suits look much the same."
"It's hard to tell them apart just by looking."
"That should do it."
Jiang Fu turned to Shi Jiu. "Then I'm off."
Shi Jiu put away the Breath Concealing Spray. "Go on."
"If you run into danger you truly can't handle, share your location with me immediately."
Jiang Fu nodded. "Okay!"
He had an Invisibility Talisman,
but he wasn't about to turn down Shi Jiu's concern.
At the entrance to District Nine's Safety Passage,
the guard on duty spotted Jiang Fu approaching from a distance
and couldn't help calling out, "Hey, man! You're carrying your sword wrong!"
Jiang Fu stopped.
He looked at the strangely familiar guard in surprise.
...It was him. The one who'd said Jiang Fu was going out to pick a grave last time!
"What's wrong with it?"
The guard