Inside the room.
As the dagger sliced open the surface of his skin, Jiang Ning immediately saw that wisp of silver light beneath it.
But in the next instant, that tiny wound healed rapidly. Before even a trace of blood could appear, it had already recovered as good as new.
He glanced again at the dagger in his hand, only to see that the sharp tip had already curled.
Silver Silk Iron Armor!
It was indeed as tough as iron armor. What powerful defense!
Jiang Ning could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.
For a dagger forged from Ten Refined Iron to curl at the edge, this already showed that the membrane woven from silver threads had surpassed ordinary Ten Refined Iron in hardness.
This kind of powerful defense—
It would allow him to advance through a forest of blades and a rain of spears, through arrows like flying locusts.
The layer of membrane beneath his flesh could block most of the blades and weapons wielded by soldiers.
Because so-called elite troops, clad in armor and grasping sharp weapons, were still only equipped with arms forged from around Ten Refined Iron.
Hundred Refined Iron was not equipment that ordinary soldiers in the army could use, or afford to use.
Because with refined iron of the same volume, the higher the number of refinings, the greater its hardness—but at the same time, its weight also kept increasing.
"No wonder the book said that only after tempering out Silver Silk Iron Armor could one truly be called an enemy of ten thousand on the battlefield."
At this moment, realization dawned in Jiang Ning's heart.
On the battlefield, blades and spears had no eyes, and arrows had even less.
And human strength had its limits.
Without the ability to ignore most dangers on