Golden Cloak

"What time is it already? Does your family even still exist?"

"How about you go? We'll reward you handsomely when we get back!"

"You're still making empty promises at a time like this?!"

The situation gradually spiraled out of control. Chen Ke frowned deeply, then looked toward Mo Li. Seeing her staring at Jiang Yang, irritation rose in his heart.

Meanwhile, the Money-Scattering Boy had already slammed into Jiang Yang.

The bag holding Treasure swung into Jiang Yang and sent him flying.

Fortunately, the Chainmail and Black Gold Ancient Blade rewarded by the system absorbed the damage.

With the Money-Scattering Boy intervening, Ye Fan finally had a chance to catch his breath. He stared at Jiang Yang with a twisted expression.

"Heaven is helping me!"

Ye Fan was thrilled. Just now, the Money-Scattering Boy had charged toward them. He had clearly been closer, yet it attacked Jiang Yang instead.

Was it luck?

Ye Fan did not know, but he knew that even the heavens were helping him now.

With that thought, Ye Fan grew even more excited. He gathered his courage, rushed up to the still-prone Jiang Yang, and slashed down with his sword.

"Fuck your mother, you really think you're somebody?"

Jiang Yang caught the blade with one hand. Thanks to the Black Gold Ancient Blade, the sword did not injure his hand—the damage had been delayed.

Ye Fan was still incapable of exceeding the Black Gold Ancient Blade's damage limit.

The Money-Scattering Boy beside them swung its bag again and smashed it into Jiang Yang. The Black Gold Ancient Blade similarly shared the damage.

"Bro Jiang!"

Seeing Jiang Yang surrounded and attacked by Ye Fan and the Money-Scattering Boy, Ye Qingwei could no longer hold herself back. She raised her hand, and a ray of green light shone onto Jiang Yang, offsetting the damage stored by the Black Gold Ancient Blade and restoring his stamina.

Seeing this, Ye Fan felt as though he had suffered ten thousand critical hits.

He knew that green light all too well. It was Ye Qingwei's ability.

Except this time, the ability was not cast on him, but on Jiang Yang.

Though the green light entered Jiang Yang's body, Ye Fan felt as if it had landed on his own head instead!

"Brother Ye Fan, why are you attacking Bro Jiang?!"

Ye Qingwei rushed forward, but Qiu Chan caught her with one hand.

"Wait here!"

Qiu Chan spoke coldly. Her fierce aura made even Ye Qingwei freeze for a moment.

Just as Ye Fan was about to curse, he saw a woman holding a blade charge at him with graceful steps.

"The Sword Saintess from the previous life?"

Ye Fan had heard of Qiu Chan's great reputation. Seeing her now made his eyes burn with excitement. She was an unparalleled powerhouse from the previous life, but why had he ended up facing her?

This was trouble!

The Sword Saintess of the previous life had been a lone wanderer, relying on her overwhelmingly powerful strength to run rampant through the Apocalypse.

Unlike those powerful people with families, lone wanderers could do whatever they wanted, and no one dared provoke them.

Leaving aside how many people could even defeat Qiu Chan in battle, her status as a lone wanderer alone was enough to make many people hesitate.

Lone wanderers roamed wherever they pleased, unlike other survivors. No one dared provoke Qiu Chan.

A monk could flee, but his temple could not.

Since he had already crossed paths with her now, he might as well strike first and kill this peerless powerhouse from the previous life!

With that thought, Ye Fan began using lethal moves. Killing a future peerless powerhouse was an extraordinary achievement!

He was already a Level 1 Professional and possessed seven years of combat experience from the Apocalypse. Against a National Martial Arts prodigy from peacetime, his advantage was overwhelming.

Qiu Chan also found him troublesome. In her eyes, Ye Fan was full of openings, but she could not hit any of them.

"You shouldn't have come." Jiang Yang looked at Qiu Chan. A wisp of eerie light bloomed along the Black Gold Ancient Blade's body. He was somewhat angry.

"What kind of disciple watches her master get beaten and refuses to help?"

"Or do you have some kind of fetish for getting hit?"

Qiu Chan laughed softly. Then, Ye Fan knocked her Tang Saber away, and the Broadsword's blade shot straight toward her face.

Yet Qiu Chan did not feel any sense of impending death, because Jiang Yang had made his move.

Only those who had truly experienced Jiang Yang's attacks could understand how powerful he was.

A burst of icy-blue flame erupted, clinging to the Money-Scattering Boy as it burned. Yet there were no burn marks. Instead, countless chunks of ice formed across its body. The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees, and Ice Crystals began to appear in the air.

Then a streak of eerie light blossomed from the Black Gold Ancient Blade. A blackish-purple blade aura extended nearly ten meters.

Before that blade aura, the Money-Scattering Boy had almost no power to resist. Like tofu, it was pierced straight through by the blade aura.

Immediately afterward, the blackish-purple blade light continued extending toward Ye Fan.

The broadsword was effortlessly severed, while Ye Fan dodged a step ahead of time, escaping the fate of being cut in two.

"Weapon skill!"

"Item skill!"

Covered in cold sweat, Ye Fan turned and fled with the broken broadsword in hand.

With his seven years of Apocalypse experience, he recognized at a glance that it was a weapon skill. At this stage, possessing a weapon skill was practically invincible.

Ye Fan could clearly feel that he could not block that blade light just now—nor was there any way for him to block it.

Moreover, he had overlooked something. He had obtained a treasure from Money-Scattering Boy, but Jiang Yang had one too—the Arm Guard the Sword Saintess had given him.

It seemed the flames that had caused the surrounding temperature to plummet earlier were the Arm Guard's skill.

Weapon skills, item skills, that earlier imposing aura, and the abnormality within his body... What exactly was going on with Jiang Yang? He had none of this in his previous life.

Was it that damned Butterfly Effect again?

At that moment, Ye Fan was beginning to doubt life itself. Butterfly Effect or the price of reincarnation, why did it have to be Jiang Yang?

Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best. A wise man did not suffer immediate losses; a reincarnator had to know when to bend and when to stand tall!

After only a moment's thought, Ye Fan immediately retreated. He wanted to kill Jiang Yang, but he was no fool.

"Trying to run? I'll take one of your legs first!"

Jiang Yang swung his blade, but at that moment, the bag Money-Scattering Boy had used to carry Treasure suddenly fell onto him.

Within just a few breaths, Ye Fan vanished into the distance.

"That guy's luck is really good!"

Qiu Chan frowned tightly. She had been watching from the side all along and naturally knew that luck had played a major role in Ye Fan's victory in this battle.

"He's the Son of the Plane. How could his luck be bad?"

Jiang Yang muttered quietly. It did not matter if Ye Fan had escaped; there would be opportunities to catch him later. Still, Jiang Yang was somewhat dissatisfied that he had failed to take one of the man's legs.

This battle had made him see just how much the Will of the Plane favored its own precious son.

The bracelet that had inexplicably fallen onto Ye Fan, which happened to free him from control; Money-Scattering Boy's attack; and finally, that bag blocking the strike.

The Plane's favor truly was extraordinary.

Jiang Yang picked up the bag that had struck him. After Money-Scattering Boy had been cut down by his blade, its body had turned into a beam of light and vanished. This bag also seemed to be gradually disappearing.

However, several golden orbs of light had appeared inside it.

Name: Golden Cloak.

Type: Armor.

Rank: C.

Skills: 1. Golden Step: The wearer can see the best places to step.

2. Damage Reflection: Absorbs part of the damage and reflects it.