"When we get back, I'm definitely having a talk with Xu Wenzhu about how he teaches his younger brother..." Liao Jia split his attention between the battlefield and drafting a complaint to Xu Xie. Was that really how you used the word 'favor'? And who had taught him to use it like that?
Xu Quan, who was fighting off an enemy, shuddered.
Martial Gall Warriors were masters at seizing the moment.
His opponent thought he'd found an opening, but Xu Quan was the real opportunist. How could he let someone else exploit a gap? With a flashy, difficult thrust over his shoulder, he kept his body facing away while the spearhead struck home. One blow was all it took to leave a web of cracks across his opponent's breastplate.
Tiny shards of Martial Armor even fell away.
Xu Quan followed up with a line that was sure to infuriate him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You old fossil, is that Martial Armor of yours made of paper? It can't even take one or two thrusts from me. No wonder your gate's so hard to hold." He was handsome to begin with, and still had a boyish air about him; when he started taunting people, he was especially good at drawing their hatred. "If there's only a few thrusts' difference between wearing it and not wearing it, why not just take it off? I'll be happy, and you'll be comfortable."
At his words, his opponent flew into a thunderous rage.
The veins on his forehead bulged, as if fury would make his hair stand on end.
"Brat, don't get carried away!"
He followed a defensive path, tempering his body with Martial Energy until he was clad in bronze skin and iron bones. The results were most obvious in his Martial Armor. Its scales