Zhao Ritian picked up an iron staff used exclusively by Sky Net members and was delighted.
He charged straight over and fought the man with it.
Poor guy. Even now, he hadn't managed to finish a proper opening line. We could still only call him "the man."
Zhao Ritian traded a few blows with him, then the man swept his steel whip across. Clang! It gouged a chunk out of Zhao Ritian's iron staff, sending metal shavings flying. A groove was clearly visible-not a smooth dent, but an irregular gouge, as though the metal had been shattered.
Zhao Ritian stared at the groove in bewilderment. "Sky Net's weapons are this crappy? Are they made of tofu?"
"Nonsense."
The man held his steel whip horizontally. "The weapons of Sky Net Experts are all forged from high-grade cold iron. They're incredibly hard."
"You call this incredibly hard? It's shattered!"
"Hmph. That's because this steel whip of mine is a special weapon. Nothing can withstand it, nothing can resist it, and nothing can survive it intact! Every weapon in the world, before it..."
He smiled coldly. "Is fragile trash."
Zhao Ritian refused to believe it.
Just then, an expert charged over. Zhao Ritian blocked him with a shield, traded a few moves with him, then grabbed his iron staff.
The Sky Net Expert froze. What was this supposed to mean?
Zhao Ritian tugged it toward himself, and the man understood. He's stealing it?! Stealing my staff?!
Who fights like this?!
The two began wrestling over it.
The man shook his head, swept his cloak aside, and charged over with his steel whip. "I'll kill you first, you idiot!"
The new iron staff clanged against his opponent's weapon a few times, then snapped clean in half with a crack.
The steel whip smashed through